<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940</id><updated>2011-11-19T02:48:36.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoOneElse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-4293069828086133915</id><published>2011-04-27T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:05:33.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost 2 weeks now and I feel bad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will doing fine there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-4293069828086133915?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4293069828086133915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=4293069828086133915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4293069828086133915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4293069828086133915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5110706936346776720</id><published>2011-04-10T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:41:33.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you sacrifice too much, you want others to do the same with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will go into tears, easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is about two ways relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I am destined to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could handle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I demand too much. Attention is harder to give than money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I'm tired of this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5110706936346776720?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5110706936346776720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5110706936346776720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5110706936346776720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5110706936346776720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-sacrifice-too-much-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5096143099982001702</id><published>2011-04-01T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T13:55:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I deserve to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somehow I couldn't handle myself from being super annoying. But, was it my fault when I want to make effort for something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I am such a total nuisance to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its never your fault. It always mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never learn how to understand you. I always wanted things to be in my way, being closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is big when it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please give me a new heart :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5096143099982001702?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5096143099982001702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5096143099982001702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5096143099982001702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5096143099982001702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2011/04/maybe-i-deserve-to-be-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-6937659045732624548</id><published>2011-01-03T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:15:39.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels awesome to be in this new year. Resolution(s)? Oh! I got plenty of it. Here goes the lists :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wanna lose some weight, okay, like 10 kg? Might sound a bit ridiculous, but nothing is impossible right? I wanna fit in my old clothes again! I can bear to see those fats being so clingy. I know they love me so much, but hey, give me a room to get rid of you. Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna work harder. Why? I feel like I'm getting lazy day by day. So hopefully this year would energize me more to work harder and perform better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanna do some saving. Okay, this year I am 25, not yet 25 but soon to be. Oh my! I should do some saving from now on. Planning for future? Yes I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanna be a good girl friend to my boy friend. Be loyal and honest. Together to get through the thick and thin in life. Pray for us. Hopefully he is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna get a new job. Better paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,done with my list. Hopefully will fulfill those resolutions this year. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am missing him. New year was fun with him by my side :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-6937659045732624548?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6937659045732624548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=6937659045732624548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6937659045732624548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6937659045732624548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-peeps-it-feels-awesome-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3690983668558239549</id><published>2010-12-24T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T19:39:47.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I be like normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I be happy again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I just be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I just not doing any mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can I just turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't.. I just can't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3690983668558239549?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3690983668558239549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3690983668558239549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3690983668558239549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3690983668558239549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-2688617478023643823</id><published>2010-12-23T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:19:22.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear bf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are you there? Hope you are doing fine, as usual. I am now missing you, I'm sure you know bout it. But hey, did u miss me too? I bet you are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's been so wonderful to have you as my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been very dedicated, thoughtful, caring and loving, as much as I expected you to be. Actually, you are beyond my expectation. I never dream of having a nice guy like you, after the painful broke up last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a dream, to be in love with you. You were never in my the-guy-that-I-will-be-in-love's list. Yes, never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? because you were the naughtiest creature I ever met. I never knew such a big bully like you. The whole school know that you were the biggest bully ever! And I swore to God, you will never in my list. Okay, I swallow my own words now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I will never regret of falling in love with you now. I am grateful to have you, even though we are miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were ever always happy. There's time, where we can't handle things and argued bout it. We were into heartbroken, yelling at each other, we even broke up. But luckily, it only lasts for half an hour. I love you, still. Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am missing you like there's no tomorrow. And if there's no tomorrow for me, just remember that, I love you very much. I want you to take care of yourself, like you always did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Your gf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-2688617478023643823?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2688617478023643823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=2688617478023643823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2688617478023643823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2688617478023643823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-bf-hello-how-are-you-there-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3940228207714359272</id><published>2010-11-13T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T15:37:36.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so in love right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for sending me a wonderful guy like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our relationship will lasts forever. Insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of committing in a relationship like this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us. I do love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3940228207714359272?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3940228207714359272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3940228207714359272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3940228207714359272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3940228207714359272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-so-in-love-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-4924219695997621206</id><published>2010-07-25T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:44:57.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I suddenly feel sad after hearing THE ONLY EXCEPTION by PARAMORE. I don't know why. Somehow I feel the song is kinda related to my life. Maybe the melody itself touched each part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while, I never allowed sadness to enter my life. But when it did happened without me myself realizing it, I slowly throw the sadness away by busied myself with my works. I refuse to think about other things except my works and gain money. I think, my life would be happier if I got much money and be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am content with loneliness. I am a body without a soul. Even I never let the sadness to be part of me, still, happiness doesn't seem want to appear. So now I am stuck between sadness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always easy for people to ask me to find a boyfriend. I am being choosy because I want someone that I really like and so does him. Till this moment, I failed to find one. Sometimes, I wish to be like old me - A GIRL THAT CAN'T STAY SINGLE FOR LONG. But it won't happened again in any ways, because I am getting older and for sure, I am seeking for a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, we still got family and friends by our side. But the feeling won't be the same. I miss the feeling where I feel love is in the air. I miss being missed by someone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't simply judge that I am desperate. I am just lonely. Try to wear my shoes then you will know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-4924219695997621206?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4924219695997621206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=4924219695997621206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4924219695997621206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4924219695997621206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-suddenly-feel-sad-after-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5295388490115438286</id><published>2010-06-26T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:03:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What we want is not always what we will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously now, i'm giving up on someone, that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me childish, call me ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just can't help of feeling plain jealous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother you anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5295388490115438286?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5295388490115438286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5295388490115438286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5295388490115438286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5295388490115438286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-we-want-is-not-always-what-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-6023258343183388373</id><published>2010-06-12T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:54:09.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm starting to confuse again. I wonder, am I falling in love right now? It's quite early to predict this feeling cause I started to sense something weird in me. Weird in a good way, I mean. I rarely have this kind of feeling, feeling of falling in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventho I might look like someone with much experiences in this thing, but still, I am blur. I can't notice if a guy like/love me, unless he told me his feeling. I am confuse about my feeling. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I am almost ready to commit. Being single for a year really help me to mould into someone new. I widen up my social range, I befriend with anybody, regardless their gender. I'm getting to know what a relationship really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phenomenon in a relationship sometimes scared me to hell. Whenever I caught my friends keep on arguing with their partner, I become so paranoid. I really afraid to get involve in this kind of situation. Yes, I know, it is normal and part of relationship. But, can I just wish, I don't want any argument? Impossible, I know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he knows that I like him, or starting to like him. He's full with sense of humour. And I feel really comfortable to befriend with him. But I know, it's too risky for me to fall for a guy like him. For the time being, I want to know him better. It's real hard for me to fall for someone like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-6023258343183388373?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6023258343183388373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=6023258343183388373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6023258343183388373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6023258343183388373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-im-starting-to-confuse-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5566575718471692131</id><published>2010-06-09T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:57:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dress finally arrived! I was super excited when my sisters said there's a parcel for me. Okaayy~I was like, YES!NEW DRESS NEW DRESS! I tried it off,unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT DOESN'T FIT ME. I LOOK LIKE A FAT MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! The dress is nice, and owh I'm super loving it. And now I have a big mission to accomplish. To get fit in the dress. Okay, go go slim slim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I'm not just talking crap like I used to be. It's a serious matter okay. Big matter to me. Like hell, I must diet and be slim.  I want that bloody 50kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70-50 = 20. 20 kg to burn? Okay, it is possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5566575718471692131?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5566575718471692131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5566575718471692131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5566575718471692131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5566575718471692131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/dress-finally-arrived-i-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5662998271717690869</id><published>2010-06-08T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:18:50.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pada hari sabtu yang lepas, saya dan ibu serta dua org adik serta bakal adik ipar pergi menonton filem Lagenda Budak Setan. Kenapa? Terkejut saya mahu menonton cerita melayu? Hehe, saya pun terkejut juga. Akan tetapi, filem ini antara filem yang saya nantikan kemunculannya di panggung wayang, kerana saya pernah membaca novel tersebut (walaupun tidak habis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua jam, sungguh lama juga cerita tersebut. Tapi memang kesedihan yang agak luarbiasa cerita ini, bagi saya. Hampir menangis juga saya dibuatnya, kerana saya mendalami jiwa Kasyah (kenapa saya perlu menjadi lelaki? Bukankah sepatutnya saya menjadi Ayu?). Tapi tidak kesampaian tangisan itu kerana belum ada taman dalam hati saya. Cewaaahhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun sesetengah orang beranggapan cerita ini boring, typical dan macam2 lagi, tapi pada pendapat saya, filem ini menarik. Jarang saya ingin memuji filem tempatan tau. Lakonan yang mantap, gabungan hero dan heroin yang ideal juga menyumbang kepada kemenarikan filem ini. Dan saya paling kagum dengan sinematografinya, sungguh indah pada pandangan mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang menarik minat saya terhadap jalan cerita ini ialah kebolehan Ayu mengubah Kasyah yang anti perempuan dan terus menjadi seorang yang sangat setia pada cinta. Okay, sekarang saya rasa mahu mencari lelaki seperti Kasyah. Tapi, mampukah saya menjadi seperti Ayu? Sudahla bersifat kasar, tidak ayu pula tu. Bagaimana mahu menambat hati lelaki? Auww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mahukan 'Budak Setan' yang setia pada cinta. Tapi wujudkah? Filem ini suka membuat orang berfantasi. Jahat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5662998271717690869?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5662998271717690869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5662998271717690869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5662998271717690869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5662998271717690869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/pada-hari-sabtu-yang-lepas-saya-dan-ibu.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-8466173015580807086</id><published>2010-05-19T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:33:26.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why I am getting emotional easily these few days. The sucks feeling inside seem to rebel and I hate it. And the fast solution to cure the emotion : hearing metal songs. It wasn't that bad, and I think I'm enjoying myself now by listening to SOAD :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about job, yes I am officially hired by one of the contractor's company. Currently my job is easy, as I just updated progress report for the company. Easy? Yes! But remember, this is just a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love? Currently I am not into anyone. A crush perhaps? Nevermind, I wanna enjoy my singlehood moment first. No rushing relationship after this. Learn from mistakes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bout me. I am getting fatter day by day. Sorry if you feel annoy with all my whining. I just cant stop complaining about my physical appearance. But its true I'm getting fatter. I am not a skinny bitch, who is already skinny but keep on complaining about her fatness. Curse u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need more new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is itching! How to cure? Help me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-8466173015580807086?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8466173015580807086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=8466173015580807086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8466173015580807086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8466173015580807086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-why-i-am-getting-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5707127435413017334</id><published>2010-05-15T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T09:34:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop being so perasan la wei. I AM NOT INTO YOU. I am just digging justice for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither you nor me, we never serious with each other. But the way we ended up things was so unfair. So, is it wrong if I AM BEING BUSYBODY a bit to know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome but player, so are you proud of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty but bitch, so are you proud of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid, call me crazy, call me psycho. I just cant get enough of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, so you read my blog? Congrats to you! I am so honoured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORGET EVERYTHING BETWEEN US. IT MEANS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5707127435413017334?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5707127435413017334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5707127435413017334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5707127435413017334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5707127435413017334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-being-so-perasan-la-wei.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-2808198846916959269</id><published>2010-05-02T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:46:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, hari ini saya dalam mode sedih. Saya pun tidak tahu kenapa. Saya terus menerus melayan lagu-lagu sedih melalui youtube, tiba-tiba terdengar lagu-lagu dari filem A Walk To Remember &amp;amp; Sweet November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedihnya amat klimaks sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dapat merasakan jiwa saya sangat bergetar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saya berasa sedih tiba-tiba? Saya bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saya baru merasai pengalaman bersendirian yang agak lama. Perasaan untuk mempunyai orang yang benar-benar berada di sisi saya ketika saya memerlukan. Perasaan untuk mengadu setiap perkara, waima benda yang sangat remeh di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang anda tertanya-tanya, yang sebelum ini, bukankah saya sudah ada seseorang? Owh ya, kami tidak pernah ada apa-apa. Kami tidak pernah berjumpa malahan dia tidak tahu banyak tentang apa yang berlaku dengan diri saya. Hubungan kami macam kawan biasa saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rindu saat-saat dimana saya mempunyai teman untuk meluahkan segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rindu mempunyai teman yang saya boleh gigit, cubit dan pukul. Saya kejam, saya tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rindu untuk sentiasa bermesej, dan saya baru sedar, saya tiada lagi bonus dari digi kerana kredit saya tidak mencukupi untuk saya layak mendapat bonus itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, saya sudah menangis sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati saya pilu sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam. Semoga saya senyum sepanjang hari esok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-2808198846916959269?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2808198846916959269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=2808198846916959269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2808198846916959269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2808198846916959269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-hari-ini-saya-dalam-mode-sedih.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-8648733222924219206</id><published>2010-04-28T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:40:54.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired being fooled. I am tired being cheated. I am tired! Enough! I can't bare the pressure anymore. What you guys think? Is it fun for you to play around with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never been lucky to be in this thing called LOVE. Fuck! I hate it at the moment. I refuse to be anyone's anymore. Please, stop trying to win my heart. I had enough heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-8648733222924219206?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8648733222924219206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=8648733222924219206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8648733222924219206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8648733222924219206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-tired-being-fooled.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-7820372503222056156</id><published>2010-04-25T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:16:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always have a crush on curly-haired guy. And I don't know why. I easily get attracted with them. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, not forget to mention that that guy must have fair skin colour. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey why I always talk about love? Its annoying okay! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-7820372503222056156?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7820372503222056156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=7820372503222056156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7820372503222056156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7820372503222056156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-always-have-crush-on-curly-haired-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-100919377547123534</id><published>2010-04-22T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:01:31.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy :) My current place for my industrial training, offered me to be a site engineer. Thank God! Although I am not into site thingy, but I have to. Its part of engineer's life actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will lose weight. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I will be darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay. My ex said a hotty will always be a hotty regardless the skin colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a question here; Am I a hotty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck NO! I am Fatty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-100919377547123534?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/100919377547123534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=100919377547123534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/100919377547123534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/100919377547123534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-so-happy-my-current-place-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3523109202064547315</id><published>2010-04-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:47:56.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha! No wonder I don't feel regret at all. My assumption was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, she way better than me because she has you and his own boyfriend while I only have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, introduce you Detective Dina. I'm fucking good at digging things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, don't worry I won't hold any grudges, cause you and I were never had something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we did was a MISTAKE. I repeat, MISTAKE okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yey yeay*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3523109202064547315?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3523109202064547315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3523109202064547315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3523109202064547315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3523109202064547315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-no-wonder-i-dont-feel-regret-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3478193720507424814</id><published>2010-04-12T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:03:44.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, now im focusing more on losing weight and my job. Boyfriend? Ah! Totally a waste of time. Haha no la. Right now, I am lazy to think about love. Enjoy my singlehood moment u ols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. How to lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise? Erm, I should buy a new pair of sport shoes then. *what a waste of money* *berkira sungguh ya engkau, dina*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet? Yes, i should eat less in order to decrease the fat and have my flat tummy back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work harder? More work, less time to eat, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay single? Aha! Kinda agree of this one. Haha because it will motivate you more to be hotter and slimmer. *jaga saham babe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More suggestion? Please people, help me. I can't bare to see extra 'tires' when I wear shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3478193720507424814?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3478193720507424814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3478193720507424814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3478193720507424814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3478193720507424814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-now-im-focusing-more-on-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-8578039765493254395</id><published>2010-04-09T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:24:10.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im giving up. Theres no need to carry on. I feel hurt inside. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignore me. You never care about me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lead your own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no point to hold on anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-8578039765493254395?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8578039765493254395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=8578039765493254395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8578039765493254395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8578039765493254395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3838746743869738508</id><published>2010-04-05T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:22:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saya mungkin membuat kesilapan kerana marah tidak tentu hala. Tetapi, saya sungguh tidak tahan. Saya bagaikan kertas yang diconteng-conteng kemudian direnyuk dan dibaling ke dalam tong sampah. Sila bayangkan bagaimana keadaan itu. Bagi saya, agak sadis juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang jika difikirkan semula, saya memang tidak layak untuk marah. Kerana tiada apa-apa ikatan di antara kita. Kita bukannya pasangan. Itu yang kamu katakan kepada saya. Hanya jika kamu tahu bagaimana terguris perasaan saya tika membaca mesej kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bagaikan bertepuk sebelah tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidaklah bermakna saya meminta yang berlebihan daripada kamu. Saya telah cuba sedaya upaya untuk tidak marah dan beremosi yang tidak keterlaluan. Sepanjang kamu mengenali saya, pernahkah saya marah sebegitu rupa? Saya yakin jawapannya ialah TIDAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menjadi seceria yang mungkin. Saya tidak mahu membebani kamu dengan permasalahan remeh yang saya alami. Saya tahu kamu sangat sibuk, sebab itu saya tidak pernah memaksa kamu untuk berjumpa dengan saya. Saya tahu, hubungan kita agak long distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengalaman yang lepas mengajar saya untuk menjadi lebih penyabar, kerana salah satu punca utama kecundangnya hubungan yang lampau ialah sikap saya yang sangat kurang sabar. Jikalau boleh, saya tidak mahu kamu merasai pengalaman pahit yang dialami oleh bekas teman lelaki saya. Mereka sangat kasihan kerana tidak pernah cukup kasih sayang daripada saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu, kamu tidak mahu terburu-buru di dalam perhubungan ini. Begitu juga dengan saya. Akan tetapi, salahkah jika saya meminta sedikit perasaan hormat kamu kepada saya? Sila jangan abaikan perasaan saya walaupun kamu mungkin melihat saya sebagai insan yang tabah dan ceria, namun saya sebenarnya seorang yang sangat fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu bertanya, salahkah jika kamu berkawan dengan perempuan? Jawapannya sudah tentu TIDAK. Saya tidak pernah menghalang kamu untuk berkawan dengan mana-mana perempuan kerana pada dasarnya, saya juga mempunyai ramai kawan lelaki. Tetapi tindakan kamu yang satu itu, agak melampau pada hemat saya, iya biarpun perkara itu sangat remeh pada pandangan mata kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak meletakkan harapan yang tinggi dalam perhubungan kita. Sebab kamu sendiri mengisytiharkan bahawa kita dalam keadaan COMPLICATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada kamu, perlukah kita meneruskan hubungan yang saya rasa agak aneh ini? Jika perlu, sila taip "ON PERLU" dan hantar ke nombor saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3838746743869738508?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3838746743869738508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3838746743869738508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3838746743869738508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3838746743869738508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/saya-mungkin-membuat-kesilapan-kerana.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-8393834875876037003</id><published>2010-03-28T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:49:08.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being emotional..again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you. Yes YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just give me some happiness, which I've been longing for..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-8393834875876037003?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8393834875876037003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=8393834875876037003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8393834875876037003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8393834875876037003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-being-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-7284969824035789333</id><published>2010-03-19T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:01:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm in a relationship now. Kinda rush? Look desperate? Well up to you guys. I don't give a damn on your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still on the early stage, where we need to know each other better. Its like the probation period for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've known each other for about 2,3 years I think. But within that period, we just being friends. Not more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I found my own guitarist. It turns me on! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for this one. If we success, then we proceed. If we fail, its nothing to be regret about. Positive is a MUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its too early to reveal who he is. I will, someday. Don't worry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-7284969824035789333?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7284969824035789333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=7284969824035789333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7284969824035789333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7284969824035789333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-im-in-relationship-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-6210786710554826231</id><published>2010-03-18T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:56:46.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weight keep on increasing. I hate it so much. Can u imagine in less than 3 months i gain 6 kilos? OMG it's a disaster, to a young lady like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 64kg. Shit, can u imagine how scary i look like? The fat is here and there and all of my clothes getting tight and I can't wear some of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible about it. Seriously. My self esteem getting lower day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never lost the appetite towards foods. The foods seem tempting plus my mom always cook dishes that I like. Tell me people, how am I going to lose weight? I had tried to control the food consumption but to no avail :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, as the weight increase, the pimples are happily partying on my face. Fat + pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWH I AM HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-6210786710554826231?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6210786710554826231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=6210786710554826231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6210786710554826231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6210786710554826231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/weight-keep-on-increasing.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-6248163225226888520</id><published>2010-03-16T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:07:19.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always have this curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fall in love with someone that I used to hate. YES. And the curse keep on haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, welcome to my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-6248163225226888520?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6248163225226888520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=6248163225226888520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6248163225226888520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6248163225226888520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-always-have-this-curse.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-8839417146327639231</id><published>2010-03-15T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:58:46.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even I might did mistakes in my past, but I won't regret it at all. There are always reasons for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what come across my mind is my previous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i did not break up with him, will we be happy forever? Will we stand to argue about small things everyday? Will I be laughing to his jokes till I old? Will he stands to eat what I cook everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess the answer is NO. That's why we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people very optimistic about destiny. They said, if they were meant for us, eventually will be ours :) *but I am not that optimistic* and on off relationship really doesn't work on me! I went through this TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about my past. Say hello to future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*syg, sing for me please?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-8839417146327639231?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8839417146327639231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=8839417146327639231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8839417146327639231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8839417146327639231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/even-i-might-did-mistakes-in-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-1982761273571010820</id><published>2010-03-14T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:21:23.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes the truth is ugly. And reality pains. Getting older day by day kinda stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things getting more challenging. The responsibility become huge. Too much things to commit. Family, friends, work, money, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I divide myself into these commitments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If others can, why wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no time to play around. Yes, even my mind is 3 years backward, but I want to act like my age. No more kanak-kanak mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, thanks so much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-1982761273571010820?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1982761273571010820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=1982761273571010820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/1982761273571010820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/1982761273571010820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-truth-is-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-710208925227112078</id><published>2010-03-11T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:06:01.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people. how is it going? yeah i am pretty busy right now, doing my internship and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my anger management getting better. I am not easily hot tempered like I used to be. Kinda cool now and I guess it is a good news to me. So congratulations dina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making more friends too. And I try my best to be as friendly as I could coz basically I am not. To be honest, I am suck at social things. But in order to live in this real world, we need to make friends, no matter who they are and where they from. We are all the same, nobody is perfect and flawless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why some people still treat me like shit while I'm not? I'm so tired being nice to people but what I get in return? SHIT AND RUBBISH! I try not to think about this matter seriously and maybe it is time for payback. I used to treat people the same way. What goes around comes around, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to live my life, even in the hardest way. I accept it. Smiling is the best way to heal the pain. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-710208925227112078?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/710208925227112078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=710208925227112078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/710208925227112078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/710208925227112078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-7365932175832815145</id><published>2010-02-25T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:56:45.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I being too picky right now? I think so :) Its kinda hard to fall for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for one now. NO NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a serious job. As an ENGINEER, obviously. Who wants to hire me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life getting tougher day by day. As its going tougher, my appetite is increasing too. So how? I'm gaining much weight. Yes, many comments from people regarding on my weight recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh,yes. I am not going to regret anything! Life must goes on. Soon to be 24, I am not in your league. Grow up please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-7365932175832815145?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7365932175832815145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=7365932175832815145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7365932175832815145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7365932175832815145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-i-being-too-picky-right-now-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-1689753463125774283</id><published>2010-02-23T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:39:11.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not u. Not me. Not her. Not him. Not them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its obvious i am bored to death now. I need to complete the monthly report for February and I already did mistake by submitted the previous monthly report (for January) late :( I feel bad about it *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be an engineer though it wasn't my choice at first place. NEVER crossed in my mind that I will be graduated as a civil engineer. Insya Allah, if God wills :) Finally the scroll will be mine soon after almost five years of brain torturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am having my internship in one of the contractor's company. And yes, working is way more brain torturing than studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I need to focus more on being a good engineer. I just can't wait being one. Guys, do pray for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-1689753463125774283?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1689753463125774283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=1689753463125774283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/1689753463125774283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/1689753463125774283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-u.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-4422679151620811269</id><published>2010-02-16T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:27:20.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really bad about myself right now. It is so confusing. Am I doing the right decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I did what's the best for me. Love cannot be forced somehow. Rejecting people is mean, but its more mean if u pretending to like them. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow pray to GOD for open my heart to accept love. I might lose someone that got everything, but its okay :) He deserves better! And maybe I am not the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, but I can't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, I want u to know that I will pray the best for you. GOD will pay ur kindness, don't worry.  You will get someone wayy better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me lead my path in my own way.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-4422679151620811269?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4422679151620811269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=4422679151620811269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4422679151620811269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4422679151620811269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-really-bad-about-myself-right.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-6989679721692790470</id><published>2010-02-10T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:42:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining now. So cold. I am not sure what to feel now. I'm expressing everything by posting it on my status (through FB). Part of song lyrics. You may not understand what I am trying to say, but deep thinkers do. I am shallow by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, it hard to express thing that keep on haunting my mind. I am afraid to pull the trigger if I were given a gun. Sometimes hypocrisy works but on certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By writing this not to earn your sympathy or whatsoever, but I am trying to let it out. Free my mind so I can focus more on other thing. I know, you won't understand what am I trying to say. It just enough for me to jot it here and I feel a bit relief now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a stone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-6989679721692790470?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6989679721692790470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=6989679721692790470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6989679721692790470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/6989679721692790470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-raining-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-7481721575467915543</id><published>2010-02-08T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:00:36.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. How are you? And here, I wanna talk about something. Might be interesting, or might not. Okay, here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u guys think about long distance relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerous girls don't really agree about long distance relationship. Why? Its hard u know,being apart from the loved ones. He's not there whenever u need them. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a long distance relationship once. And yeah, it failed bebeh. Well dun worry much about being in a long distance relationship. It depends on the couple themselves. Honesty, trust and loyalty really matter in order to sustain the relationship. Trust me it real hard, but i guess all of you are matured enough to think which is the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I never agree with the long distance relationship. HAHA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-7481721575467915543?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7481721575467915543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=7481721575467915543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7481721575467915543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7481721575467915543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5962946363163717882</id><published>2010-02-07T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:47:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is so easy for someone to forget everything. Its just like dusts in the wind. Nothing to be regret and moving on is just like a piece of cake. I wish I cud be that kind of person, forgive then forget. Forgive is way easier than forget. Yes, its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is sweet but a big NO to me. It sounds so childish. Although sometimes i refuse to grow up, but now I am almost 24. Yes, old. I know, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i should heard my best friends opinions. I am regret over that matter. I should know earlier that it won't work. EVER. U guys know me best. I am thankful to have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real life has just started and i want to enjoy every single of it. And I am so happy with my life now. Meaningful yet interesting. Thanks Allah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5962946363163717882?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5962946363163717882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5962946363163717882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5962946363163717882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5962946363163717882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-so-easy-for-someone-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-4640967341671951206</id><published>2010-02-02T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:19:06.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What FLO? U want diet tips? From me? Okay2, ur wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course u never know this fact : I used to lose 9 kilos in a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i do it? Ok, i will tell u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let ur bf dump u and u will know how does it feels. U wont be able to eat even a spoon of rice. HAHA agak kejam? Yes it is. It based on my experience, its only a month u know. But instant losing weight wont bring u any good. See how i've become now? HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically there's no tips from me. HAHA maybe we can go jogging sometimes, act like we are loving lesbian couple. (kau punya bf jaoh ba). So i can be ur very loving couple, jogging and strolling around unimas lake (okay,perlu ka unimas? ), i guess u will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since last time i had date :( holding hands. YER....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am sad rite now. that news shocked me to hell :( owh kasihan owh kasihan aduh kasihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-4640967341671951206?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4640967341671951206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=4640967341671951206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4640967341671951206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/4640967341671951206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-flo-u-want-diet-tips-from-me-okay2.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3246804655187917705</id><published>2010-02-01T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:31:51.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jam di opis menunjukkan pukul 1215. Kurang 15 minit lagi hendak makan tengahari. Perut sudah berderok derok kencang seakan akan tsunami melanda. Tidak sabar hendak pergi makan. Bagaimana mahu kurus kalau asyik lapar sahaja. Diet? Macam tidak mampu sudah :( Tidak apala, kalau gemok pun cute juga. Kalau tiada org maok, tidak apala.. Saya tidak kisah juga. Ehh yaka? Macam tipu saja statement itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Sudah pukul 1230 laa. Lunch hour Oi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegi makan laa apa lagi. Mari mari. Saya berasa teruja sangat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3246804655187917705?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3246804655187917705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3246804655187917705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3246804655187917705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3246804655187917705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/jam-di-opis-menunjukkan-pukul-1215.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-149945157970584031</id><published>2010-01-31T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:14:29.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last nite, I went to watch movie with my colleagues - Chah and Zahid. Tooth Fairy. The movie was great and worth watching it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i like one of the phrase in the movie "Chicks like men play guitar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,it is true for me. I seriously like men play guitar. Its kinda turning on seeing them playing guitar and its just like an art. Come to think of it. All of my exes plus the one that I like know how to play guitar. Maybe yes, its one of the criteria that my bf must have :P and one of my ex (brendan) registered himself to guitar class. Owh how sweet! HAHA okay,itu cerita lama laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/19/50/Teddy.0.0.0x0.604x912.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 443px;" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/19/50/Teddy.0.0.0x0.604x912.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay,agak full package di situ yaa Teddy Geiger. Guitar + singing + curly hair (damn! love it!) + handsome (bonus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*be my valentine please? HAHA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-149945157970584031?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/149945157970584031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=149945157970584031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/149945157970584031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/149945157970584031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-nite-i-went-to-watch-movie-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5578529167424244261</id><published>2010-01-28T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:30:57.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lonely? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i am seriously bored. Somebody please entertain me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fruitfly.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/boring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 422px;" src="http://fruitfly.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/boring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on off&lt;/span&gt; relationship will never work. HAHA sarcastic statement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5578529167424244261?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5578529167424244261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5578529167424244261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5578529167424244261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5578529167424244261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/lonely-not-boring-yes-okay-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-5777142699597462189</id><published>2010-01-25T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:47:58.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no matter how bujat he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how talkative he can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like him regardless everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,laugh ur arse off by reading this, coz im laughing too. i was one of those people who never agree with this statement,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you really like/love somebody, just set them free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, if u really like somebody, go for them. Chase them no matter how far they go. Put much effort, so that they will see how deep is ur feeling towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it changed. Maybe for good. I like this boy. I called him 'boy' because he's younger than me. Because i like him too much, I let him go. For our own sake. Letting go is a thing, forgetting everything between us in another thing. It's real hard. I admit. But im happy for knowing that he's happy now :) Im not being fake here. Its just im trying to accept what GOD has prepare for us. And if he is the one for me, he'll be back. But if he don't, just pray for his happiness. Im a positive thinker to be. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be positive is great. SUPER GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-5777142699597462189?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5777142699597462189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=5777142699597462189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5777142699597462189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/5777142699597462189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-matter-how-bujat-he-is-no-matter-how.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-12000498704225593</id><published>2010-01-22T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:48:25.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That old man is such a pervert. Hey please laa, youre the pm of the site, u should earn more respects from the workers. I think u need to go to therapist, so that u will realize HOW OLD ARE YOU exactly! Damn u! U are just like a father to me. Please stop being like that you are not married and young! Shit fuck u should know the barrier. Calling me at night and ask me to go for movie? U gotta be kidding me OLD ASSHOLE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u wanna know what u'll got from me? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIDDLE FINGER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-12000498704225593?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/12000498704225593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=12000498704225593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/12000498704225593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/12000498704225593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-old-man-is-such-pervert.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-7123985412451817793</id><published>2010-01-18T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:54:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the office now. I just started my internship last week. What a relieve i got place in very last minutes. Pheww~ so i guess working here is okay, plus all of the colleague are very friendly, so I wont be awkward in this office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet at home now is currently being disconnected :( that's why there's no update for my blog. I can online only in the office and whenever my boss is not around. He forbids us to online here. So sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went to the spring with my friends. Theres a lot of functions there. I came to watch movie 'THE SPY NEXT DOOR'. Ouh, i like this movie. But it is so typical Jackie Chan's movie, and I just don't care. I adore JC. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, i miss my campus life. Miss to chat as so-called-teenager, watching tv in the living room together, eating at cafe, gossiping, studying together. Hurm~how i miss this life so bad. Now i understand why people keep on saying 'LIFE AS A STUDENT IS WAY BETTER THAN LIFE AS AN ADULT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am agree with that now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-7123985412451817793?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7123985412451817793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=7123985412451817793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7123985412451817793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/7123985412451817793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-office-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-820899373014913660</id><published>2010-01-10T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:06:03.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with my girls last nite. Didi, Tracy and Flow. We were having a good time at Hijau and Simply Sedap. And guess what? One of the hot topic in our conversation was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARRIAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am happy for them. At least they are planning on something for their own future. How time flies by. We knew each other since we were 19 and now we are 24, and yeah for a matured people like us *wink* we somehow need to jump into this kind of serious matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh and the conversation makes me feel old, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nisya suddenly. One of my besties since high school and now she's happy with her hubby and baby. I've been longing to see her and her baby-my nephew. Hey i am an aunt now! Owhh feels more older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have the time machine now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-820899373014913660?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/820899373014913660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=820899373014913660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/820899373014913660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/820899373014913660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-out-with-my-girls-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-2394972572412923405</id><published>2010-01-09T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:11:48.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ate nasi ayam penyet for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; last nite. As my friend wanted to pay for our foods, suddenly the cashier said "udah bayar tek,skali ngan aek". WOW! Who's that generous one? Or maybe the cashier was wrong. HAHA none of my business though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle called me just now. Okay,he said I dun have to attend the Industrial Training at his office. For anything that requires his sign, he will just sign it. Awesome? Yeah,it is :) I will be penganggur terhormat till the end of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Dogs movie is great. Hey dun forget to watch it! Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Okay, i'm bored now. Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-2394972572412923405?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2394972572412923405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=2394972572412923405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2394972572412923405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2394972572412923405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-ate-nasi-ayam-penyet-for-free-last.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-2424424984333218289</id><published>2010-01-07T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:51:17.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I have him as my boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/S0YA1nnkxxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cS-HQAG3Qvw/s1600-h/Gerard_Butler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/S0YA1nnkxxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cS-HQAG3Qvw/s320/Gerard_Butler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424023722382378770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/S0YA2IDvNmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hZXQX9QAZaE/s1600-h/Hugh_Jackman+-+1+-+X_Men_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/S0YA2IDvNmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hZXQX9QAZaE/s320/Hugh_Jackman+-+1+-+X_Men_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424023731090437730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uhhh~ can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerard Butler or Hugh Jackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the not-so-clean shave&lt;br /&gt;the buffer figure *slurrp*&lt;br /&gt;the sharp eyes&lt;br /&gt;tall&lt;br /&gt;romantic (i guess so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP DREAMING LA DINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again, can I have them?&lt;br /&gt;or somebody like them&lt;br /&gt;*drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-2424424984333218289?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2424424984333218289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=2424424984333218289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2424424984333218289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2424424984333218289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-have-him-as-my-boyfriend-or-him.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/S0YA1nnkxxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cS-HQAG3Qvw/s72-c/Gerard_Butler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-2034900866572288945</id><published>2010-01-07T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:23:20.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last nite, me and my super best friend - SAM painted the town red. We went to MCD and bumped into Fara and the gang. Wah,kau sungguh hot dating dgn 3 jejaka. I jealous! HAHA! Sam is my best friend and we've been knowing each other for almost 17 years. Long enough? I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I were in the same class since primary 1 at SK GITA. Yes, he was a quite boy back then. Guess what, we never talk with each other during our primary school since there was a rumor saying that HE LIKES ME. I just wanna puke every time the kids teasing me about that rumor. And i hate it so much! As a result, I din talk to him eventhough we were in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I moved to Sri Aman. I was primary 5 then. So sad to leave the school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lost contact, and we meet again during matriculation. Hey,what a small world! We become closer then. As a friend, strictly! And then become best friend (i'm not sure of he regards me as his best friend too). HEHE it's okay. No big deal though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even he looked like nerd something,but he's interesting. I know, some of our friends tend to be match-maker for us. Hey,im not interested with my own best friend! Reason? I'm afraid the outcome might be worse than expected. And it happened to me once, I won't repeat the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, he's looking for a gf now. (Sam,aku tlg promote ko tok! ) For those who's interested, just add him in FB. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-2034900866572288945?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2034900866572288945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=2034900866572288945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2034900866572288945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/2034900866572288945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-nite-me-and-my-super-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-8591499063159295305</id><published>2010-01-06T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:05:24.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People keep on judging us. It will never comes to an end. Even we are not celebrities,there will be eyes that keep on tracking our steps, no matter where we are heading to. Well,its normal for us humans, for talking about others. Some of us regard it as gossips, poret and whatsoever. And i admit, I am one of those people who like gossiping about others. But most of it based on true facts. Hey its fun somehow, being updated with what happened on your surrounding. Plus, girls like gossiping and i'm not excluded :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about gossiping, yeah i heard some rumors saying that I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLAYER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Player? In what kind of ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. I got it now. Okay, as all of you might be alert of this, i kept on changing bf for almost every year. Is it my fault for not being lucky in each of my relationship? U guys being so unfair then :(  I can't live without men? That fact sounds interesting then. Well girls, all of u do rite? U can't live without men and vice versa. Okay, just make it simple here. I NEVER GIVING UP MYSELF IN FINDING LOVE.  Maybe right now I should give myself some spaces for not involving in love matters. I will find it someday, if God wills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm not ready to be in love, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got friends, regardless their gender. Girls and boys are all the same. All of us can be friends. Now, none of my relationship with my boy-friends involving love feeling. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE&lt;/span&gt;. I am thankful to have wonderful friends surround me. Again, I am not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLAYER&lt;/span&gt;. Full stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-8591499063159295305?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8591499063159295305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=8591499063159295305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8591499063159295305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/8591499063159295305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-keep-on-judging-us.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3454238608936274839</id><published>2010-01-05T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:02:34.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've deleted all posts in my blog. Reason? Its simple because now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im living in the present,not pasts&lt;/span&gt;. When i went through my previous posts, i was like "hey,this is me? so-not-matured yet funny". So i deleted all of them, so i won't be ashamed of myself being so childish and emotional. Well hey,its not wrong to be emo sometimes, coz we aren't perfect as humans, all of us have flaws :) So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this so called new year, i decided to be someone new. Better than last years. So positive? Yes,I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case u're wondering, right now i am quite okay. I'm not mad anymore. Maybe I am too fragile inside. Easily broken. Well,it is not connected with my ex. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. People,please dun jump into any conclusion if u don't know. Me and Beb are totally fine now. We're just friends. Not more than that. I already move on,remember? Who says I am not able to? See, I move on folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I was mad at someone. Urm,maybe disappointed. He and I were closely being an item last december. Maybe we were not destined to be together, we called off our almost be relationship. Reason? Let me keep it to myself as a sign of respect towards him. I won't reveal who's him here. Better ask me in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the facebook thingy, i'll be back, bombarding your walls again :) I need some times to heal myself from the endless pains. I got so much problems right now. Its not about love alone, its about family, future and so on. I can't do anything to help my family, because I have to do my internship for 14 weeks. I need job and money :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by right, i should focusing myself on finishing my studies, coz I am graduating soon. At last! Phew~ luckily i passed all of my papers last semester even with no flying colour, still i be thankful to Allah. At least by the end of this year, I will be graduated with major in Civil Engineering. I am so jealous with my friends, they got career and earn their own money. Please, I want to lessen my family's burden. Its been 5 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, i am not officially 24 but soon to be. My goodness, feel so old :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3454238608936274839?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3454238608936274839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3454238608936274839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3454238608936274839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3454238608936274839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1429916733471387940.post-3824382420426052572</id><published>2010-01-04T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:59:25.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm deactivate my fb account for temporary period&lt;br /&gt;will be back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1429916733471387940-3824382420426052572?l=dinanurjilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3824382420426052572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1429916733471387940&amp;postID=3824382420426052572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3824382420426052572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1429916733471387940/posts/default/3824382420426052572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dinanurjilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-friends-im-deactivate-my-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>dina nurjilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11077974959925934650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v-QANANKxd0/SSKZsncsCMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZefhtIKz8eE/S220/DSC00368.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
