<?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-36235845</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:12:13.052-07:00</updated><category term='Memories.'/><category term='Mr Whiteman'/><category term='art.'/><category term='and all i can say is'/><category term='Mr Whiteman.'/><category term='WEE~..'/><category term='i stole it.'/><category term='COPY CAT ASS.'/><category term='nobody is perfect.'/><category term='he said&quot;fall on you&quot;'/><category term='quiz.'/><category term='pathetic post.'/><category term='She sucks.'/><category term='Happy new yr((:'/><category term='Skander Keynes.'/><category term='pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaseeeee.'/><category term='Hoping can go lot 1.'/><category term='&quot;MEGA CAMP IS SHIT.&quot;'/><category term='Random.'/><category term='give me one smiley clap *clap *smile. haha LAME.'/><category term='Changing skin(:'/><category term='UNIQUE-ness.'/><category term='LOL people.'/><category term='&quot;I miss him&quot;'/><category term=':DDDDD'/><category term='whatever.'/><category term='MISSING EVERYONE...||Nervous fer the PSLE results...ugghh...'/><category term='I want to celebrate Christmas with my KIDDO.'/><category term='Still in the Rayerrh mood XP||Sorry i havent called you so long.(:sorry.'/><category term='i just wanna eat with nenek and talk to her since shes the only one avilable to be talking with.'/><category term='Fer the first time my hearts melting because his online...okeeh not the first time uhs but it feels like i&apos;m melting fer the first time.'/><category term='my nenek says no...'/><category term='Rahmah upload for me the pictures.'/><category term='Birthday.'/><category term='Hit the books'/><category term='angryyyyy'/><category term='it&apos;s NOT over...♥'/><category term='was very kecoh when i passed till my mom&apos;s working place asked....(:'/><category term='eh sedar diri siket uhss...'/><category term='It was the worst'/><category term='PICHAS BABY...XD'/><category term='how did you day been?'/><category term='He realised(:'/><category term='I swear i don&apos;t know what i&apos;ll do without you.'/><category term='I WILL CHANGE SKIN||CANT WIT...(((:'/><category term='WVPS photos.'/><category term='I love her Big Brother...♥'/><category term='Guys if you wanna tag any private stuff like anything about private thungs dont tag cause i&apos;m sharing the tag with secrets-truths.BS.com(:'/><category term='SHE HAVE CHANGED...||I miss the Kecohrables..):'/><category term='Pictures WILL be posted as soon as my Miss Dlouis send me.'/><category term='I LOVE MR WHITEMAN.'/><category term='Camp?'/><category term='&quot;I&apos;m cooler then your girlfriend.&quot;-SERIOUSLY.'/><category term='wish me luck'/><category term='It&apos;s been the whole day we din chat.NABIL I LOVE YOU TO DEATH.♥'/><category term='I HATE YOU BITCH'/><category term='FSS Baby((:'/><category term='will upload pichas fer the Memories i promised as soon as possible..'/><category term='NOTE:Pichas are coming up next..||~all the memoris we had~'/><category term='Pictures are coming soon...:P but i donnoe when but sooner than soon...'/><category term='DAMN IT.shut the fcuk up.your voice sucks uhs ehk.'/><category term='she changed||Pity her||gd luck||6d ferever and ever||Kecohrables fer life(:'/><category term='NO TOPIC.'/><category term='i got a new diary:D'/><category term='GEREK OR WADT?'/><category term='Damn i miss blogging and Mr Whiteman(:'/><category term='seventeen forever.'/><category term='gorgeous.'/><category term='ARSE;'/><category term='shut that mouth of yours.'/><category term='*CAERRRRRRRR*'/><category term='*'/><category term='Fall for Nabil again when i fall for Mr Whiteman.'/><category term='Lot 1 pictures.'/><category term='Owe you 2 soooo much..):'/><category term='I don&apos;t understand them...'/><category term='Spread the love people.'/><category term='i&apos;m like crappy?'/><category term='Hawtstuff;'/><category term='2nd blog.'/><category term='PICHAS BABY...'/><category term='It&apos;s too late to apologize...♥'/><category term='Dian ft. Mr Whiteman.'/><category term='12 sept.'/><category term='yes i know it&apos;s blur.'/><category term='thanks.'/><category term='Pissed off....'/><category term='and now you wanna eat with my mom and i dont wanna eat'/><category term='random'/><category term='*FAKE WIDE SMILE'/><category term='GOODBYE'/><category term='I&apos;m sooo addicted to the word &quot;Baby&quot;baby...'/><category term='when you feel moody do call me. i guess i&apos;ll make you feel better(: take cares.'/><category term='Don&apos;t be like mcm phm luhs...||not in the mood to upload pixxxx....'/><category term='I&apos;m not alone...'/><category term='His soooooo hot...(:||I MISS THE KECOHRABLES...'/><category term='NOT in the mood of posting...):'/><category term='(:'/><category term='let it rock.'/><category term='RAHMAHHH'/><category term='Link me up ||sorry I havent called you so long.(: sorry..'/><category term='MY HAWT STUFF.'/><category term='I cant wait fot the Christmas party(:'/><category term='get a life.* rolling eyes *'/><category term='MADDER THAN MAD.'/><category term='Mr Whiteman thanks for the awkward stares alots.'/><category term='):'/><category term='&quot;two ponytails&quot;'/><category term='KIDDO'/><category term='nenek kau says no...'/><category term='TOMORROW PSLE RESULTS...'/><category term='Was fine.'/><category term='I need a name for my little pet.-.-&quot;&quot;'/><category term='Iwant more &quot;catfights&quot;.'/><category term='INVITING YOU ALL TO COME...(((:'/><category term='happy fasting:D'/><category term='Not really in the Rayer Mood..just feeling SAD...'/><category term='Then stop'/><title type='text'>Drifting [apart].</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8073809911153248214</id><published>2009-09-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:02:28.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my final goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I HAVE MOVE ON. RELINK(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;www.neverbe-trusted.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8073809911153248214?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8073809911153248214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8073809911153248214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8073809911153248214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8073809911153248214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-final-goodbye.html' title='my final goodbye.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7563693295092909154</id><published>2009-09-18T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:25:45.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Remember all the things we wanted. Now all our memories they're haunted. We were always meant to say goodbye.I want you to know that it doesn't matter. Where we take this road someone's gotta go. And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better. But I want you to move on so I'm already gone. Looking at you makes it harder. But I know that you'll find another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7563693295092909154?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7563693295092909154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7563693295092909154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7563693295092909154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7563693295092909154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4847481755215571786</id><published>2009-09-17T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:30:56.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West macam sial!</title><content type='html'>Another day of torture. Tears, fake smile and fake laughter must come to an end. Raya is in 2 days  and I can;t friggin wait!:&gt; I wanna buy iPod pleaaaase?! Typical me. Gonna buy it as soon as I got duet Raya. LOLS.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i'm sure most of you have watched or even heard what Kanye West did at the VMA. I tried finding the if anyone uploaded what happened on YouTube. Yes embedding disable. But anyways I found that Kanye was being super rude. Ok maybe he was trying to say that not only white that have best videos but his race also can have the best videos. But what he did was he actually embarrassed a 19 year old singer, Taylor Swift. TAYLOR SWIFT SIOOL! And Beyonce was also shocked. What the hell is Kanye trying to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, Taylor's performance on VMA was fantabulouuussss. Ok lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="597" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1bKRMe8eE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1bKRMe8eE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="597" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh and now, my english teacher has been talking about the Singapore &lt;br /&gt;who will be representing Singapore at Miss Universe. But her english is &lt;br /&gt;super &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rabak.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Forgot her name la. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/36235845-4847481755215571786?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4847481755215571786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4847481755215571786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4847481755215571786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4847481755215571786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-west-macam-sial.html' title='Kanye West macam sial!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6811624039915368780</id><published>2009-09-14T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:23:46.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I understand.</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of school and I can't believe this is happening to me again. I never expect this to happen again. It's as though I'm the one at fault. I hate crying for a guy. I hate crying because of a guy. I hate wasting my time for a guy. He gave me typical reasons like how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical guys would give their excuses to their crushes after confessing their feelings towards her.&lt;/span&gt; I should've known that he is one of the typical guy. I must admit we are just friends not more then that. But now he consider me as one of his special friend which I don't get it. After reading that massage, I was trying not to cry in English lesson. So during reccess I cried my ass off! WTF?! Nevermind that. Maybe I am the one who doesn't understand him. Maybe he really means what he said. Maybe, just maybe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="599" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTMxqEcNqE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTMxqEcNqE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="599" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Holding on,the days drag on&lt;br /&gt;Stupid girl,I should have known &lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was naive got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And never really had a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Should've said no from the start. And yeah I understand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6811624039915368780?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6811624039915368780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6811624039915368780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6811624039915368780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6811624039915368780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-you-mean-it-i-dont-think-so.html' title='Yeah I understand.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3431375702002606427</id><published>2009-09-13T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:21:40.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I loved you.</title><content type='html'>Yes I must agree I used to be a freak/stalker. Yup. I'm still stalker now. Haha. I just viewed most of my posts for the previous year(sec 1) and I can't believe most of the posts are about him encouraging me. Our damn long conversations. And at last, I saw a post where by I don't like him anymore and he fell for Nini(don't know which Nini) Yadel yadel yadel. Seriously I was damn shocked reading all those. And yes, this blog used to be a private blog so kinda "brani" putting his identity here and there. Hahaha! Rahmah you know I know right? Hahaha! Ok so after reading those posts I realised how freaky I am always chatting with him/stalking him. Man, I felt like laughing reading those posts. Ok next, just came back from great grandmother's house. Helped her did some housework. And I SWEAR, if you were there looking at me doing housework, you might LOL so loud. Because after putting up the curtains, I complained "mabok" LOL. Plus mom end up deciding to do chocolate chip cookies.....ONLY! Haha. And I just don't understand adults. Yesterday mom called me when I was eating in the kitchen. You know me kalau dah turon malas nak naek. So I asked Riyann who was eating, to talk to mom and Riyann passed it to Nurul. I don't know whats wrong with her. She out of sudden follow my style. Like if I don't wanna do she also don't wanna do. I pass to her she pass it back to me. I don't know what's wrong with her. This morning heard nenek "sound" her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Tomorrow is the first day of school. Term 4 gonna be short. In a blink of an eye we will all be looking at our result slip. Hoping we get the subject combination we want. No more free time for MSN/ Facebook. No more bitching around but to take out History textbook to revise. No more giggling around. No more going back home 1.30pm. Expect extra classes for Math. No more love letters but to write Science notes. School is finally back. To some they will put  smile but for the rest they will make so much fuss about they haven't complete their assignment. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3431375702002606427?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3431375702002606427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3431375702002606427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3431375702002606427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3431375702002606427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/way-i-loved-you.html' title='The way I loved you.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7228565702354381023</id><published>2009-09-11T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:51:40.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"OMGE" YOU LISTENED TO THAT BITCH:O</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=TaylorSwift1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/TaylorSwift1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Taylorswift-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Taylorswift-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=TaylorSwift2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/TaylorSwift2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=TaylorSwift3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/TaylorSwift3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Taylor Swift inspire me alot! Just out of sudden I'm interested in her. Anyways right now is the season of heartbroken. I notice 2 of my friends now are missing him/her. Hating the person who took their he/her. I'm no good at words but I've once gone through this shite story. Just a month ago I was crying and thinking about that shite boy. I just can't believe I fell for him from last year thus he found out this year around 2 months ago like when Yasmin was in Singapore. I still remember when I came back from Town with Yasmin, my Auntie,mom,dad and DS. At around nearly 11pm he asked me for the truth. When I told him the truth the only answer he gave was "ouh". Middle of last month one of my close friend get to know my senior prefect, They talked on the phone yadel yadel yadel. I cried in the classroom when me and my friend was doing science.And at the end of last month when I came back from BPP with Rahmah I saw his display name ".....your boyfriend" And so thats when I found out he was with someone else. And at the middle of this month my unexpected guy appears(: We talked on the phone yadel yadel yadel and now my friend is missing him. In addition, one of my classmate too is tengah saket jiwerh. So it's like I've gone through this type of situation without most of my friends realising it. The only solution is find another guy/girl or wait til the unexpected one came(like me) or get over him/her. It hurts and takes lots of time but get use to it. So one of the reason why Taylor Swift inspire me because she too gone through all this. Listen to her music and ya'll will know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;2 more days 'till school re-opens! I'm friggin nervous!!!! But excited:O Ouh and FYI I finish my math assignment only left with DnT*puke*&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Confessing to you my true feelings towards you at 2.45am was easy as I thought. And I know you're speechless like how I'm speechless when you confessed your true feelings towards me but I will still not sing to you a song:P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7228565702354381023?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7228565702354381023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7228565702354381023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7228565702354381023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7228565702354381023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/omge-you-listened-to-that-bitcho.html' title='&quot;OMGE&quot; YOU LISTENED TO THAT BITCH:O'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-678732094521421907</id><published>2009-09-09T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:57:20.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought I be in love like this.</title><content type='html'>I believe in the phrase "If you love someone. Let them free. If you're really meant to be, they will come back to you." My face or mood will change on the spot if I hear this phrase. People around me keep on saying that phrase if they are being hurt or broken hearted. True? I might believe in that phrase. But what if the guy wants you but he just doesn't seem to be truthful to himself. He lies to himself and go to other girl telling himself he can get over you tapi check-check he can't.  How? &lt;br /&gt;Anyways I found some cool videos on YouTube about VMA 2009.(I swear if you dont press play you'll regret cause this time it's something different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="599" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OTWO5vKSwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OTWO5vKSwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="599" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the song is super funny. Plus I can't it out of my head. Here's my favorite part of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmuy_4oj-zk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmuy_4oj-zk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you suspect. Taylor Swift. Yup. This time, the way she sings is different(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AdxWqcqy14&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AdxWqcqy14&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this one is even funnier! It's between Britney and Russell Brand. Shouldn't say much cause it's way better if you watch it yourself:D&lt;br /&gt;Holidays gonna end soon(: And my assignments ar still undone:( But it doesn't matter cause I'll do it tomorrow. But I'm effing lazy. You know like dah smagat nak buat but end up you put down the pen and switch on the laptop. Like it irritates me ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Never had a crush like this.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-678732094521421907?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/678732094521421907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=678732094521421907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/678732094521421907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/678732094521421907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-thought-i-be-in-love-like-this.html' title='Never thought I be in love like this.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8388965932056398972</id><published>2009-09-08T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:25:55.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You be my only no need to worry.</title><content type='html'>I'm super bored now. Promised Rahmah to overnight, but when I signed in expecting her to be online, she was the one who is offline-.- But anyways mom read my Plurk which is FULL about my unexpected guy and she looks at me like you know those type when you know this person likes this person then you will look like somehow until that person blushes. I asked mom why she looks at me like that and she said she read my Plurk! I was like luckily never read my blog(: I don't know but I don't like family reading all my personal stuff which doesn't concerned them or especially about my unexpected guy right? Because it's meant to be a secret-.-  And anyway it's also my fault. I didn't sign out of my Plurk. But it doesn't matter anyways at least mom knows I got an unexpected guy-..- Ok the reason I've been putting alot of -.- or -..- or =.= or =..= is because to show how I'm feeling towards that sentence. It's like short cut saying how lame or pathetic that thing is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time check:2.23 Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still 2.23 and I still got nothing to do but to go on Facebook or YouTube-..-=..=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Can't get you out of my head. Remembering your voice makes me smile. There's something about you is so addictive. Because you be my only no need to worry(:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8388965932056398972?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8388965932056398972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8388965932056398972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8388965932056398972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8388965932056398972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-be-my-only-no-need-to-worry.html' title='You be my only no need to worry.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7749340556683027129</id><published>2009-09-08T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T02:52:01.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose control.</title><content type='html'>Today had both prefects training and Infocom club. It was super tiring obviously. Plus, Infocom club was torture! Prefects training is 10 times better than Infocom club. I swear the trainer for my CCA was super rude. Even those who are non-muslims students say so. I was seriously furious by why the hell, he force muslims pupils to go to coffee shop. The coffee shop is located near my school and I just don't get him. The 4 of us who are actually fasting can wait infront of G.O or we sit somewhere which s not IN the coffee shop. But he actually forced us to sit with the rest. And the muslims pupils were forced to see them eat and drink. And the trainer can still say "I know 4 of you are fasting not much energy but can you just co-operate with your crew."  In addition he is drinking lime coke of us. I was like "sialah prangaiiiii." And he didn't even say sorry to us. At the end of the session he can still say "If you got any feedbacks for me, don't be shy. Just tell me." Hello, hear yourself saying. Are you sure you gonna accept the fact that you're rude and irritating? Even the whole crew are happy, that we won't be doing shooting with you after today. Seriously you got problems with your attitude. Everything we did was wrong. Even the camerawoman you say she blur la..yadel yadel yadel. Even to the 3 muslims pupils who are fasting you're like insulting us by saying "You all stop being blur at the set." WTF?! Overall, this guy's attitude &lt;bold&gt;sucks.&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I was bad mood just now because of that guy, I think of last night's conversation between me and him. I swear his so sweet. It's the first conversation and he sang 2 songs for me:D I was like awwwww.... &lt;br /&gt;Too bad he's not online now. Or else I'll be chatting with him non-stop. I can't get him out of my head now-.- &lt;br /&gt;And then, I have not do my DnT homework which is due today. The system goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;1 day late-5 marks gone from SA2&lt;br /&gt;2 days late-10 marks gone from SA2&lt;br /&gt;And the marks go higher and higher when the we hand in late. Shite huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; You're seriously sweet.(: Thanks for that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:Demi Lovato-Here we go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7749340556683027129?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7749340556683027129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7749340556683027129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7749340556683027129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7749340556683027129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/lose-control.html' title='Lose control.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-61646335604352155</id><published>2009-09-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:11:12.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You gave me roses but they are made of plastic.</title><content type='html'>Saturday. Didn't do anything much. This is what I did the whole day...&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanted to wake up at 3.00pm but G. screamed on top of her voice telling me to wake up and kept saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak dare ape nie"&lt;/span&gt;I wonder why adults like to ask that type of question when they know the answer. So in the end I woke up at 2.00pm-.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.30pm showered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Online for awhile. Chatted with 3 buddies in a conversation. Boy they are funny. While doing so I laughed my ass off bitching with Rahmah about one of the ex-WVPS(: And yes it felt good to be laughing by myself while everyone is looking=..=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.oopm gave the Down Syndrome brother the laptop and had to say "BRB my shite brother sebok" to the unexpected guy(:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While waiting I killed time by:Walking upstairs for 15minutes. Walked around downstairs which includes living room,dinning room and kitchen for 20minutes. Sat on my favorite spot on the staircase for 15 minutes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 hours later DS brother gave me the laptop. I was expecting the unexpected guy to be online but instead he left me a message saying "nnti nk maen checkers" twice and "bye I gtg". I was like shit! He's offline:( Blaming the DS brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dissapointed of course but just went on with life. Plurk,Facebook and bitch again with Rahmah about people we add on Friendster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom came home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7.04 I went downstairs to the dining room getting ready for break fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7.08 break fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7.30pm checked my online list. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8.02pm went to tuition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9.30pm 'till 11.30pm rot around till i get the laptop back and now, I'm typing typing out this crap-..-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time check:2.06AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes was exactly a shite day. But I swear I love some parts of my shite day. Firstly I got to chat with my unexpected guy. Secondly Sab said he's been asking about me. Maaaaan,he's so sweet:DAnd guess what?! I got to know I need to go to my grandmother house(father side) like later. I was like SHIIIIT! WTF?! WHY?! Man. Can I not go...PLEASE): Tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We talked 'til we cried"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to:Miley Cyrus-Party in the USA-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-61646335604352155?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/61646335604352155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=61646335604352155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/61646335604352155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/61646335604352155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-gave-me-roses-but-they-are-made-of.html' title='You gave me roses but they are made of plastic.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4752450666244606550</id><published>2009-09-05T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:57:48.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected guy(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; All this time I've been wasting my time with the same guy. My hopes were high. I didn't realise I was foolish enough to be waiting for a guy who is open minded but slow. Should've notice this unexpected guy long time ago. This guy is 10 times better than the fool whom I was waiting for. I've been saying sorry for myself. But what for right? Thanks for making me falling for a fool like you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Taylor Swift-You're not sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-4752450666244606550?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4752450666244606550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4752450666244606550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4752450666244606550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4752450666244606550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/unexpected-guy.html' title='Unexpected guy(:'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3240388072994773370</id><published>2009-09-04T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:29:34.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's holidays,Bitch:D</title><content type='html'>My goddddddddd! Holidays are here. Like finally they're here. I need to take a break from this heartbroken shite things. I wanna gossip and bitch around with my best pals. Eversince I found out that Bitch have a girlfriend, I've not been thinking what my friends feels because I know that I've been talking about that Bitch everytime when they're online. But that's not gonna happen during and after hols alright? I just write what I feel here from now onwards. Anyways I've changed my skin. I swear this skin took me 2 hours to redesign. From 1.40 till 3.43. But it's worth it. I found this cool website where there are all the colour codes. Yes I know sounds like a loser not knowing those colour codes, but still, that website is useful. So since today is the last day of Term 3 something unexpected happened. I was seriously shocked. Other then that nothing much happened. Just end school at noon instead of half past twelve. Cheyy. Haha. I'm currently craving for Orange Soda. Right after I smelled something orangey in school. And that scent reminds me of orange soda. Delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=jimmy-choo-ad-campaign-spring-summe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/jimmy-choo-ad-campaign-spring-summe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Choo❤. Right now I'm crazy about Jimmy Choo shoes. And so far this is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=20090617_jimmychoo_560x375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/20090617_jimmychoo_560x375.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice righhhhhht?!!!! I was like "Sialah lawa sak!" Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got DnT quiz(asknlearn) and Math. Asknlearn sucks. Yes I know I'm not suppose to say that. But most of the time asknlearn is so troublesome. Most of my friends are having trouble like "cannot log in" or "where is the assignment I already go under tasks whaaaaaat." Correct? Speaking of which I'm still confused on what i'm going to take next year. It's so menyakitkn hati. Because one thing is that they don't have the combination which I want. I want bio with FnN. BUT they give, bio with Art. Shite right? But the thing which I'm curious is, where is FnN for next year? And their typical answer "Not enough teachers or resources, etc etc." Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I threw all your stuff. And then I cleared you out of my head. I tear you out of my heart and ignore all your messages. Cause I'm so much better without you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening to:Jay-Z ft Rihanna &amp; Kanye West-Run this town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3240388072994773370?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3240388072994773370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3240388072994773370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3240388072994773370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3240388072994773370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-holidaysbitchd.html' title='It&apos;s holidays,Bitch:D'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7447412913155845926</id><published>2009-09-02T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:46:50.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We were being bitched O:</title><content type='html'>Someone bitched about 2A1 girls behind our backs. And the person is a girl from 2A1?! My oh my. This is surprising eh? I wouldn't wanna say who, but I was really furious when I read what she wrote about me. Heres some proof aye?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE:http://www.littlearriver.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=CMCapture5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/CMCapture5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=CMCapture6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/CMCapture6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=CMCapture7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/CMCapture7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, who are you to "very hate" my attitude? You don't even know half of me. Only my name. You're not even my close friend. Just a friend. So why are you here typing about me? When you don't EVEN know half of me?&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we're in secondary school now. Nobody bitch about their classmates in their blog nowadays. Especially a teenager. Unless they really hate that person.Agree? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, let me explain to you why my friend who knows half of me sometimes never lend you her assignment. The typical reasons is, because she have worked effing hard on her assignment, she just can't let someone copy her assignment what. Its similar as, you saved your money for a really expensive chocolates, when your friend saw 'em are you gona give them or keep them all to yourself? Of course keep 'em all to yourself right? Because those chocolates are expensive and you saved that money of yours for like countless of weeks. Ain't that the same as my friend not letting you to copy her assignment?(Don't understand ask. Instead of bitching behind our backs.)&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, why can't you just accept that nickname of yours? Just like me? If you just keep quiet, people will definitely stop playing your name. I really don't understand you. Seriously. You don't even know half of me. And there you were bitching about 2A1 girls. WHAT?! "If let them c the post I die loor.." Are you kidding me? I will definitely find out. For example like now. I already found out. Die huh? Haha. Kidding me right? Why only bitch about the girls? Why not the boys? Here's an extract from your blog "Okie for the boys maybe I tmr than I say ba.. I oso dunno say wad 2 them.." Are you sure you don't know what to say about them or you just don't want to bitch about them? Or even you ran out of words to bitch about the boys in 2A1? Crap huh? Sooner or later you might be reading this in my blog. But I'm fine with it. Because all of this are the facts. And if you "very hate" my attitude, mirror yourself first aye?! Well I will end this thing with a wide smile. :D Oh and log on to that blog, if you wanna know more about her:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7447412913155845926?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7447412913155845926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7447412913155845926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7447412913155845926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7447412913155845926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-bitched-about-2a1-girls-behind.html' title='We were being bitched O:'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8245511581793263946</id><published>2009-08-31T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:45:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ol' friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Love.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Love.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=V.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/V.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Lunch2college.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Lunch2college.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Lunchcollege.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Lunchcollege.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blackquote&gt; Oh my dear friends. I missed you so much. I missed those prank calls. I missed laughing so loud with ya'll. I miss our hangouts. Though we go out once in awhile. Today was &lt;bold&gt;the&lt;/bold&gt; best. I love hitting back those little memories. I miss the way we roll. Today was the day we laughed, talk and walk around together. I miss us being SOOOO noisy. Haha! Thanks for the &lt;BOLD&gt; GREAT &lt;/BOLD&gt; hangout!:D:D:D:D&lt;/blackquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;For once I'm not writing about that Bitch:&gt; I'm telling myself that I'm gonna be ok without that Bitch:&gt; and I'm smelling &lt;italic&gt; nenek's nasi lemak!!!!&lt;/italic&gt; YUMMMM:&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Curently listening to: Miley Cyrus- Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8245511581793263946?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8245511581793263946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8245511581793263946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8245511581793263946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8245511581793263946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-dear-friends.html' title='Ol&apos; friends'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8763215135558464683</id><published>2009-08-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:45:53.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a chance to kill this Bitch.</title><content type='html'>I swear I hate him! I swear I do! I SWEAR I WANNA KILL HIM! SWEAR! Theres NO point crying for him! NO POINT! Because he's someone's boyfriend. I hate HIM! I swear I DO! Give me a few days and I'm gonna be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8763215135558464683?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8763215135558464683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8763215135558464683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8763215135558464683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8763215135558464683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-i-hate-him-i-swear-i-do-i-swear.html' title='Give me a chance to kill this Bitch.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1397259653422901872</id><published>2009-08-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:18:19.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just stupid in terms of this...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm feeling now. It's a mixture of jealousy, anger, dissapointment and sadness. I guess I shouldn't  feel that way towards a guy like him. It's hard to explain this feeling just that I never cried for a guy. NEVER. Ok maybe one of my ex. But seriously, I never cried for a guy like this. Of course this guy has nothing to do with me. But you know, finding out that he belongs to someone hurts. Eventhough I kinda get over him. KINDA. Not entirely. But it doesn't matter la. He will never know. Plus if he's reading this, I wouldn't care ah. Ok maybe a little bit but he will never feel the same way. 290809 is the day I found out the truth.....&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Selena Gomez-Falling Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1397259653422901872?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1397259653422901872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1397259653422901872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1397259653422901872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1397259653422901872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-stupid-in-terms-of-this.html' title='I&apos;m just stupid in terms of this...'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1327934958115950202</id><published>2009-08-27T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:37:13.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna type this fast. So mind me for any spelling errors. Firstly mom has got back from Hong Kong!:D:D &lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I dislike people who says they got ori. The thing is do they no whats the meaning of originality? Defination: Not to copy anyone. I realised theres this particular person who kept saying she has ori and she once said that a girl copied her style la yadel yadel yadel. That was months ago. Now, look whose the one not having ori? Haha. What only! &lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm going plain for awhile. I know my blog looks bored cause its all white. But I couldn't resist. I just felt like going plain. For awhile only. &lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of the points ah. I'm just tired this days. I kept sleeping early. Yes unbelievable truth. Plus this week theres ALOT of funny things happened. Eventhough it's fasting month, most of the people I know can still behave randomly, sing, laugh, run,dance and joke around. And when I say behave randomly I really mean RANDOMLY. After school me and Sabrina hang out with this guy. My god. He's hilariously random. First he declared he's stressed, then he started laughing then he started to bersajak then he sing then he pretend to be a police on a mission asking for "Sergeant" Sabrina and "Sergeant" Dian for opinions , then he begin to act like he's being sampok, then he kept quiet for 15minutes, then he told Sabrina and me to make him laugh AND THEEEEEN, at 3.30pm we dispersed. See what I mean? Even during ze fasting month this guy can behave randomly. Plus MOST of us can still LAUGH OUT LOUD. So yea. We still got the energy to do those kinda things.....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Regret"&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening to: Selena Gomez-Magic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1327934958115950202?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1327934958115950202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1327934958115950202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1327934958115950202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1327934958115950202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/gonna-type-this-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3622112405306340295</id><published>2009-08-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:36:34.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddnesssssssss!</title><content type='html'>Tadaaaaaaaaaa! It's the second day of fasting month there 27 days left. Still long way to go. Just got to endure. And as I say I need a solution to not faint when I'm doing duty near the canteen. &lt;br /&gt;Plan A&lt;br /&gt;Skip canteen duty and go to block instead and talk with my friends. But that, Mr Lim might found out 'cause theres a several KPOs here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Plan B.&lt;br /&gt;Bring a story book and that might lead me from distraction. Hmmm... that wouldn't hurt la. Even if Mr Lim caught me reading I can just explain I'm distracting myself. &lt;br /&gt;Plan C.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER DO DUTY. Hide in the toilet. Haha. Kinda same as Plan A.&lt;br /&gt;Out of this Plans, Plan B is the best ah. Bringing a book and read it near ze canteen. couldn't hurt me la. Plus 110% there shall be some malays eating in the canteen. And sometimes there a re boys. Hoho. Tomorrow is Monday. CC said that we will be receiving our results by tomorrow. And mom is leaving for Hong Kong tomorrow. AWWWW... The kast I will be seeing her is either me going to school or sahur. Gonna miss her. Cause it'll be 4 days 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I don't know how but out of sudden I'm in charge of washing the dishes after breaking fast. I was kinda shock cause I didn't signed anything or agree anything. Feels great when I'm washing but after washing, my hands are all kerepot and I feel like I'm those aunties selling coffee and their hands looks destroyed. Ha. You know what I mean. And then my shirt will be wet. Don't blame me la. As I say, never ever expect me to do house chores it will never be well done.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Never wanna let go of you."&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening to: Jay Sean-Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3622112405306340295?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3622112405306340295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3622112405306340295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3622112405306340295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3622112405306340295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/maddnesssssssss.html' title='Maddnesssssssss!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3770135613340766295</id><published>2009-08-21T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:19:00.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Models1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Models1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Models2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Models2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. Those models looks so thin.... Size 2. Trying to be a size 3 but maybe that just too thin. But anyways currently fasting. And I got no specific reason to blog now. Just waiting for 7pm. Haha. Break fast marrrh. Hoho. This morning, Riyann woke me up. I was like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Because firstly and actually I forget it's sahur. Haha. But it's a great thing that the first day of fasting month is on a weekend because if it be a schooling day....... And I don't know if I could survive doing recess duty outside the canteen. Or even I could die la. What the hell kan? Whenever I wanna use laptop aderh jerh tau. SEBOK SAAAAKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Rihanna-Emergency Room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3770135613340766295?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3770135613340766295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3770135613340766295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3770135613340766295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3770135613340766295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1015092141843675447</id><published>2009-08-20T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:01:44.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=CMCapture1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/CMCapture1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGEEEEE my blog looks shite with no pictures. So that's just a random picture la. First I would like to thank all my friends for those great pressies.I really love those with pictures:D. Thanks guys. Second I got to know my CA2 results for Math. And I swear my heart stopped for awhile. I get 34 out of 50. WIDE SMILES* Eventhough it's a little bit lower then what I expected, I'm really happy:D. Thirdly, have you noticed that boys wearing pink looks HOT? And I literally mean HOT. I tried to look for pictures of guys wearing pink on the net, but failed. But thats not my point. My point is, go around your school, and look for guys who has pink class tee and observe. Try to look for a literally hot guy. And see when they wear pink. I swear they look ouh so gorrrrrrgeous:D&lt;br /&gt;haha. Had malay oral. I swear I screwed it. I was all then so. IT'S MALAY FOR GOODNESS SAKE! And there I was using "so" "then". Ha. And today get to camwhore:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo133.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo115.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"You'll always be in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Lady GaGa-Paparazzi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1015092141843675447?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1015092141843675447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1015092141843675447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1015092141843675447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1015092141843675447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/mercy_20.html' title='Mercy.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3670459429557753922</id><published>2009-08-18T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:16:53.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i HATE ******s!</title><content type='html'>Ever feel bored and feel super hungry? Feel like munching something melted and crunchy but you don't have money or lazy to buy chocolates? Haha. Here's a recipe for youuuuu?!:D&lt;br /&gt;You will need,&lt;br /&gt;1)Kellogg's classic or PLAIN and NOT frosted cereal.&lt;br /&gt;2)Nutella or melted chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;First, put the plain cereal into a bowl.(If this is your first time doing it and you are unconfident then out a little amount)&lt;br /&gt;Second, put at least 4 spoonful or up to you to decide of Nutella or melted chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Third, mix well!( If you're using Nutella, you'll get little balls and the chocolate won't spread much but if you're using melted chocolate, it will spread smoothly)&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, EAAAAT!(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from a stranger. Haha. This lady asked for my parents handphone numbers. I told her I don't have their phone numbers. And she was all like you are lying right? It's impossible for a child to not have her parents phone number. And I was like NO! She's all you should just say sorry instead of lying. I was like I don't have. And she was all like you're lying. And I was like I don't have their numbers....SERIOUSLY. And she was all ok it doesn't matter.Bye And I just hung up.&lt;br /&gt;COMMMEEEEE OONNN! WTF is this is this stranger calling me and say I'm lyinging? If I got  a lawyer, I would've sue her like NOW! WTF is this lady trying to do? Asking for my parents phone numbers and telling me that I'm lying? Screw it man. What can I say orang ******!!!!!!!!! Haha. Trying not to be racist. But it's true. Nie la orang dier. Bukan anak dier pon nak asal boleh cakap aku tipu! WTF?! CRAZY BITTTTCCCCCH! Plus right now I got no more mood to actually blog. And it's all because of this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Rihanna-Hatin On the club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3670459429557753922?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3670459429557753922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3670459429557753922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3670459429557753922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3670459429557753922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-s.html' title='i HATE ******s!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7141141682670913517</id><published>2009-08-17T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:13:53.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP ALL YOUR NONSENSE.</title><content type='html'>I JUST DON'T GET YOU! I SERIOUSLY DON'T! YOU'RE NOT MY MOM TO SUSPECT ANYHOW. YOU ARE NOT MY GRANDMOTHER TO ANYHOW SAY. I JUST DON'T GET YOU. SO WHAT IF MY OTHER FRIEND WANTS TO SHARE SECRETS WITH ME? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?! WTF MAAAAAN?! STOP ACTING LIKE IT'S PRIMARY SCHOOL. JUST STOOOOOOOOOOOOP! I'M SICK AND TIRED. I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU KEEP ON ASKING ME OF MY OTHER FRIEND. SO WHAT IF IT'S LAME. EVERYTHING TO YOU IS LAME. JUST BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO SHARE HER PROBLEMS WITH ME DOES THAT CONSIDER AS L.A.M.E?! FORGET WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAY MAN. YOU KEEP LISTENING TO WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYIN UNTIL YOU DON'T EVEN TRUST YOUR OWN FRIGGIN FRIEND. WALAAAAAUUUU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7141141682670913517?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7141141682670913517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7141141682670913517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7141141682670913517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7141141682670913517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-all-your-nonsense.html' title='STOP ALL YOUR NONSENSE.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-5325196737915332747</id><published>2009-08-15T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:33:26.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday. (:</title><content type='html'>Today was great. Went out with those great great best friends!:D:D I swear they are funny(: Went to Lot1. I wasn't in a modd to go Town or anywhere far so just headed to Lot1 instead. Eventhough it's near, I swear it was fun:D:D When we reached we went to level 5. Just to decide to watch movies or not. We kept, que then get out of the que then went . Was funny la. The person behind the counter was fustarated, Haha. So we decided not to go for movies. Went to eat Mc Donalds. Like FINAALLLYYY! I was craving for Mc like this wole week. Just that I'm waiting for the right moment. ok lameeeeee. So afters went to window shopping. Bought some nail polish. Because someone swallow her barbell. Haha. Then took neo prints. Yeah it's been a long time since we took neo prints together. Then like sundenlly we felt like watching movies. Yes I know. Stop it laaaaaaa. But anyways we watched Where got ghost. While waiting we sat around at the garden. Did Rahmah's nails. Haha. Red and white ok!  But Diana went off when we were all about to watch the movie.Hoho. So the 4 of us watched where got ghost. The movie was HILARIOUS!!!!!!!:D:D:D:D:D It was stomaching. I swear it was. At 5 we got nothing to do so went home. Ouh yes, we actually wanted to watch Orphan. Haha. Too bad, NC 16. My God. I wanna be 16 nowwwww. It's so fustrating being underage you knowwwwwwwwwwww! Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Had weird dreams this few days. I swear it was super weird. Half of my dream I want it to come true. But the other half, I don't want. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Lady GaGa- Starstruck.&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS BESTIES FOR BLANJA-ING ME NEOPRINTS AND MOVIES:D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-5325196737915332747?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5325196737915332747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=5325196737915332747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5325196737915332747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5325196737915332747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/belated-birthday.html' title='Belated Birthday. (:'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1403987575105476753</id><published>2009-08-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:00:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw you motherfucker!</title><content type='html'>I hate RIYANN! I swear I do! He disgust me alot! ALOT! He's the motherfucker from hell! Shite face wearing shite specs! YUCKS! People wear specs the same level as the eyes he wears it lower than he's eyes! Ha. Sajak luh tu. He's just a coward from Baby Land. EWWWW... Even putting he's name in my blog makes me wanna vomit. He is only brave at home. So whoever wanna bully him, I welcome you to bully this shite bitch. I know he's a "boy" but yea, to me he's a gay. YUCKS! I can't believe mom fall for he's "Angelic face". EEEEEEEEE! I hate him more then I hate whoever I hate. Suha LOSER! EEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1403987575105476753?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1403987575105476753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1403987575105476753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1403987575105476753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1403987575105476753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/screw-you-motherfucker.html' title='Screw you motherfucker!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-9004623097636685980</id><published>2009-08-13T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:05:10.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no point talking about you again.</title><content type='html'>Today school was fine. Had CA2. Nothing much to say. But after school hang around with Sabrina, Saiful and Shafie. THey are HILARIOUS I tell you. Laughing with them makes my stomach aches. Seriously sia. Plus I was shocked when most of his friend doesn't know his "secret". Warrrrh. That makes it easier to ugot him. Hoho. We kept threatening him that we will tell his "secret" to Shafie. Haha. I was kinda shocked when Saiful like out of blue came and sat with me and sabrina. Hahaha. Aperh lagi suroh Saiful belikan air(: Hahaha. It was basically fun. And Nadiah told me what some of his NPCC friends called him! Hahaha. I laughed 'till my eyes were watery. And Saiful took Sab's POSB card. Sab was all " Dian aku macam raserh something missing siaaaaaa." I was like" Handphone? MP3? Duet?" All got. Haha. And I was so slow! Saiful was all" Dian manerh aderh POSBnyerh machine? Nak kluarhkn duet." And I was slow by saying " Ah kat mama shop tu aderh. Soalan bod-" Sabrina " Ehy card akuuuuuuu!" Hahaha. When Sabrina was running to get her card back, of course I just walk around 'em when suddenly I saw the Principal.I was all panicky! I swear I was! And I was ike "Sab Sab Principal kat atas!!!!!" Then Saiful was all "Dian tangkap!" Hahaha! Sab was all " Principal see, he take my card!" Hhahahaha! Funny uh! Serious. Then we had some sort like comments from Saiful saying " Kauorg gilerh sia!" And when we went upstairs, we were still into ugot-ing him by telling Shafie what's his "secret"! Haha. Of course Shafie's face was all blur. Haha. Plus I've made a short introduction about Saiful. But since Sab said I'm that evil. Maybe I should just keep that short intro about him and post it somewhere else. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was stupid on falling for you.  I should've listened to my friend. I just regret. Right now there's no point talking about you again...&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Miley Cyrus-Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-9004623097636685980?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9004623097636685980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=9004623097636685980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9004623097636685980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9004623097636685980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-no-point-talking-about-you-again.html' title='There&apos;s no point talking about you again.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2931460385924528877</id><published>2009-08-09T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:24:24.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ever.</title><content type='html'>OMG! Everyone seems to be telling me to do house chores! Since when do I do house chores?! G. keeps blabbing how lazy I am. As though I care? And now she's STILL blabbing! OMG right? Come on luh, I don't do house chores. Ask me to do house chore I'll give you a blur face. But you know why I'm not REALLY intreseted or shall I say don't want to do house chores? Because,&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I do house chore something or whatever that is in the house will be broken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I do house chore, in G.'s eyes whatever I do is ALL wrong. So that leads me wanna kick her butt. And she will start blabbing on how "easy" that thing is or whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I do house chore I will be all semangat-semangat, but half way I'll be all, "Ouh WTF?!" and go do something else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See what I mean? this 3 points makes me not wanting to do house chores. And I don't get it why the hell must they compare me to someone else. Someone to their eyes is sooooooo perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo20.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo27.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo41-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo41-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo46-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo46-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo56-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo56-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo80.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo80.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So yesterday celebrated my Belated Birthday with family. Watched GI Joe. I rate it 5of 5. It's sucha a great action movie. So whoever like action stuff, go catch it in the cinemas. So afters, went to Swensens. Was scrumptios. But I wonder, why, "they" like to go to restaurants, when kitchen is about to close. Anybody know the answer? Feel free to answer it on my tagboard. But other then that, i got nothing else to say. I gotta do panton about Singapore. I'm weak at malay. But teachers just make us do pantons when nowadays peopl just write karangan. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I want this anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Pussycat dolls-Happily never after.&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I've changed my MSN. Look for it at my Biography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-2931460385924528877?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2931460385924528877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=2931460385924528877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2931460385924528877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2931460385924528877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-ever.html' title='Never ever.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8882433695016867825</id><published>2009-08-08T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T07:57:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy day.</title><content type='html'>You wanna know something? People just seems to be forcing me to do stuffs which I don't want. I'm REALLY fustarated with them. It's as though I'm their "dog". Haha. if you wanna do something, do it yourself(DIY). I don't need you telling me or to be specific, FORCING me to do stuff. I don't need you telling/forcing me to do stuff because, I got my parents ok?! Another thing is, whenever a person or shall I say one of my classmate asked me something on MSN for example:&lt;br /&gt;"Eh kau aderh [insertname]nyerh MSN?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aderh. Hold on."&lt;br /&gt;1 minute later...&lt;br /&gt;"OI!"&lt;br /&gt;"japp2"&lt;br /&gt;"[insertMSN]@hotmail.com"&lt;br /&gt;You see uh, people seems to be impatient. Even wait for a minute cannot. Wahhh... Tak perlu telling me twice ok?! Really. It's TRUE! Like there's NO time to be patient. Then, whenever I say something for example:&lt;br /&gt;"Eh asal kaunyerh rambot gitu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Asal tak leh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just asking."&lt;br /&gt;"Abeyh kau? Skirt tu macam aperh panjang-panjang"&lt;br /&gt;*This convo is NOT related to any convos with my friends, unless I forget-.-*&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.. I don't really get SOME of them. It's as though I say something wrong or insulted them by asking "asal rambot kau gitu?" And then they tries to somehow "INSULT" me back. Hahaha. I just don't get it. Then, if your parents give you a name for example Nurul Suhaiqah, someone would definitley make a nickname. Example:&lt;br /&gt;If a teacher pronounce a student's name wrong here how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;"Nurul Su-suhaiqah?"&lt;br /&gt;*Whole class will laugh*&lt;br /&gt;And there born a new nickname. "Susu HL". Then they will ask stupid stupid questions "Asal mak kau kasi namerh kau Suhaiqah?" I swear that's the MOST stupid question in my life! &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent my whole day doing nothing except starring infront of the lappy screen. Chatted with Rahmah. Until she needs to go to out with her sister. And then spent the rest of my day doing nothing. I'm getting bored this days. And i just realised that, CA2 will be here in 2 weeks. Like OMGEE?! Haha. Ok tak perlu! Ouh and i get to camwhore with my cousins! Like finallllllyyyyy!:D Plus tomorrow gonna celebrate my Belated Birthday!:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"One word turns into a battlefield"&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Miley Cyrus-Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8882433695016867825?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8882433695016867825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8882433695016867825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8882433695016867825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8882433695016867825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/d.html' title='Crappy day.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-5834146329628905668</id><published>2009-08-07T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:06:59.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where are they?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo145.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo145.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo33.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo33.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo70.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo70.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo163.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo178.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo210.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo199.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo212.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo217.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those pictures above? They are all my camwhoring buddies. I miss them like so much! We did crazy stuff. I am serious. We were so closed when we were camwhoring. But some of us have moved out, some are my neighbours others from a foreign country. They are the one who cheered me up. We laughed our asses off. Or even did posses which we were inspired by. Haha.  I'm not good at words. So just view the pictures. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today celebrated National Fay. And i swear the celebration was boring. Half of the class did was take pictures. Played our usual game till I get 2 paper cuts and laughed. That's what we did. There was NO parade thingy. How boring is that? Not even a concert! The worst off all was we watched a video of the parade. haha. School is scared of H1N1 when I really think it's not really a biggie nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="5580" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqQ-DFYBJ_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqQ-DFYBJ_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="558" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My hopes are high again."&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Taylor Swift-You belong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-5834146329628905668?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5834146329628905668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=5834146329628905668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5834146329628905668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5834146329628905668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-are-they.html' title='&quot;Where are they?&quot;'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2313830185277768244</id><published>2009-08-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:59:28.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me:D</title><content type='html'>Hohoho! It seems that I'm not in the celebrating mood of me being officially 14!:D Though I could feel the oldness in me-.- People kept pinching my cheecks. Right now it looks like I don't know how to put on blusher. Haha. Sucha birthday. &lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts seeing you. My heart aches whenever I saw you. I must frankly say that my hopes goes up and down. Right now, I'm still am trying to avoid you. Though it's a tough thing for me to do. During classes I can never concentrate. I kept writing shite lovestories on my papers. I know that's bonkers, but lovestories which I've wrote on those papers, used to be how I imagined my lovestory should be like. But I guess everything changed and that you might not change your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Akon-Be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-2313830185277768244?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2313830185277768244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=2313830185277768244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2313830185277768244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2313830185277768244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-med.html' title='Happy Birthday to me:D'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4867991210981018455</id><published>2009-08-05T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T04:47:50.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day left!:D</title><content type='html'>OH MI GOSH! A day left! yaaaaaaay! And I'll receive lots and lots wishes! After those patience. But it's sad because I won't be celebrating with Yasmin. Aw aw aw! But I already opened her pressie. My heart melted. Cause it's a perfume! Hhaha. Just hopping that they wont sabo me!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;School was school. What can I say ehy? Bored. But I find maths lessons being super duper boring. Like seriously boring! &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;As what I've been trying to say, it's tough to avoid you. But I have to move on right? Playing those games were fun and exciting. But is the game true? Or what I mean is, will the fact come true? &lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Daughtry-No surprise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-4867991210981018455?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4867991210981018455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4867991210981018455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4867991210981018455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4867991210981018455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-leftd.html' title='A day left!:D'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2775291976053826408</id><published>2009-08-04T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:37:52.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 August seems to be long! Like OMG!</title><content type='html'>I really do pity my blog It's getting lots of dust and if I don't post more, it will go to the graveyard. But my blog ain't the only blog. Eversince blogger is spoil, people use other websites. Haha. But I must say, this is my one and only place to write everything I feel. Hoho. Anyways, school wasn't that interesting this days. Infact it bore me to death. I was really trying to avoid this one guy. Of course Gwen was fustrated because, every single day I wouldn't want to walk to the canteen using the big stairs. Well everytime there's a free period I would laugh and talk with my usuals. My God, they are sooo hilarious! We played true or dare. Of course it was embarassing. There were stupid and ridiculous questions. There were embarassing questions and some even stupid-er. Haha. Two more days maaaaaan!:D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;It's been tough for me this days. I've been trying to avoid you. But it seems that I shouldn't feel stressed out because...well because my friend say so. Man that sound pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to :Jay Sean ft Lil Wayne-Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-2775291976053826408?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2775291976053826408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=2775291976053826408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2775291976053826408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2775291976053826408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-august-seems-to-be-long-like-omg.html' title='6 August seems to be long! Like OMG!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-499576188076950083</id><published>2009-08-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:34:32.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say you've been on my mind. Since I've woke up today. I look at your photograph all the time. These memories come back to life. And I don't mind. But I remember those simple things. I remember 'till I cry. But the one thing I wish I forget. The memory I wanna forget. Is goodbye. I woke up this morning and played our song. And throwing my tears I sang along. I picked up the phone and then put it down. 'Cause I know I'm wasting my time. And I don't mind. Suddenly my cell phone's blowing. With your ringtone, I hesitate but answer it anyway. You sound so alone. And I was surprise to hear you say, You remember the simple things. We talked 'till we cried. You said that your biggest regret. The one thing you wish I'd forget, Is saying goodbye, saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-499576188076950083?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/499576188076950083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=499576188076950083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/499576188076950083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/499576188076950083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8058282899265240181</id><published>2009-08-01T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:36:41.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Advance Birthday.</title><content type='html'>Today celebrated my advance birthday with the other three August dolls featuring my cousin Yasmin and Syazana. Pictures will be coming soon after those dolls email it to me. Thus here was what happened. I woke 9 in the morning thinking I could be on time meeting Sabrina at Starbucks at 10am. So I on some beats just to keep me awake but it seems that most of my songs reminds me of him. But I keep reminding myself why the heck must I think of him on my advance birthday party? So anyways I turn it loud and thus waking up everyone in the house. After waiting for Yasmin to get ready for like 30minutes we walked quickly to Starbucks. I thought I was late but guess whose late? Sabrina. Hahaha. Bought all the snacks and took the cake. My heart was melting when I saw the cake. It was the second time since my name is on a cake. Well the last time I knew was when I was 3 years old. Haha. So since Yasmin was hungry we went to Mc Donalds. Ate a late breakfast and early lunch. We were seriously noisy there. Sab was laughing all the way. While Yasmin do those faces and me imitating and fries kept coming out of my mouth when I was imitating them-.- And the result them laughing at me! Haha. After that went to take the bus to CCK Park. I swear I was sooo scared to J-walk. When we arrived we laid out the tablecloth and out cake. Including the drinks and snacks. But when we opened the box, the chocolate on the cake was already melting. So like after 2 minutes we relised that the lady didn't give us the knife. So to solve the problem, we used the forks-.- Funny huh? Plus once I cut my cake and eating it all, I sat on the leftover of the cake on my plate. I was like shit, I totally forget! Quickly went to the toilet. After 10minutes or so, we went back to our spot but this time theres a man kept looking behind. Like stalking us from the back but this time stalking us from the front! So funny I tell you! After half and hour, we realised the man was looking at the 6 of us. So Sabrina, Syazana and Alcia went far away from our spot while me, Jecelyn and Yasmin pack everything up. But I realised that man went nearer to theor spot. I was laughing all the way. 15 minutes later Yasmin and I was sitting while watching Sabrina, Syazana, Alicia and Jecelyn play  catching with that crazy odd man. I swear that guy was acting to be crazy! We aske dall sort of questions. Here's how the whole conversation like:&lt;br /&gt;*Sabrina recording the video*&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: Ehy what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Dian:*laughing*&lt;br /&gt;That crazy guy: Apu.&lt;br /&gt;Dian: Apu? Macam penyapu siaaaaaak!!!*laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Syazana:*LOLing* Ehy Apu how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Apu:4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Dian: WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: What's your favortie colur?&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: Jap3.*resetting the camera**signals ok*&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: WHta's your favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Apu: Purh-ple[That's how he said the word purple]&lt;br /&gt;Dian: *Imitating* Purh-ple* LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Syazana:*Imitated* Purh-ple!*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: Ehy Apu!&lt;br /&gt;Apu: What?&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: When were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Apu: 1995&lt;br /&gt;Dian: HUH?! Ehy if 1995 you same age as us whaaaaaat!&lt;br /&gt;Apu:*mukerh step blur*&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: Jap3*reset the camera* *signals ok*&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: Where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Apu: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Dian: *Whisper* Kalau dier gilerh cam manerh dier tau dier tinggal pat Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: Tau.&lt;br /&gt;Syazana: What block?&lt;br /&gt;Apu: Block 1.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole conversation goes on and on! It was hilarious I tell you. Afters, while Alicia and Jecelyn went to the playground, the 3 of us on some beats and talked. Sabrina and I talked about our old him. Yes it was kinda sad to think all about it. I felt like crying but I know it was worthless. So went to the playground and took pictures. It was amazing. Smiled here and there. Posed here and there. When Sabrina, Yasmin and I went to the toilet, this guy came to us. Heres the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Hey is this the new fashion to wear leggings?&lt;br /&gt;Dian and Sabrina: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Dian: Yeah. If you go to town most of the girls wear something like this.&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the toilet. Afters, 3 of us felt thirsty so bought some COLD drinks. But it seems that the stupid machine doesn't want the 2dollars note. Hohoho. Took coins instead. Saw the guy again. Heres the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Ehy you three look like dancers and dress like dancers. Are you dancers?&lt;br /&gt;Dian:*tukang jawab-.-* She's a dancer*pointing to Sabrina*&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: *blur face*&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Ehy I got this new chinise calligraphy which I just bought today and I wanna show to you. I'll wait for you to come to my car.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us: errrrr...&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Ok?&lt;br /&gt;The three of us: errr..o...k...&lt;br /&gt;Bought our drinks. The guy was waiting of us. Thus I started to think negative. Haha. Sabrina was all. Ehy gi luh kesian siol dier. Dah tunggu kitorg. I was like fineeee theeeen! So Sabrina and I went to the place he was waiting. But before we went there we call Jecelyn,Alicia and Yasmin to the spot. Haha. No confidence marrrrh! So here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Hey! You all dancers?&lt;br /&gt;Dian: Me and her*pointing to Yasmin* used to be a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The guy: Ouhhh. You all can call me Uncle Rooney.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney:Heres the clligraphy. Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;Dian: riiighttt.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina:*LOL*&lt;br /&gt;Alicia: *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;Jecelyn: hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney: Why not take pictures?&lt;br /&gt;All of us: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney: Ok you hold this.*Took his camera*&lt;br /&gt;All of us: *Blur but just smile*&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney: May god bless you* Snap the camera*&lt;br /&gt;All of us: *smile*&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney: Hey I got this new paintings. Why not take some pictures with this. And I bought exactly 5. I am blessed to buy this. Adn blessed to buy this calligraphy.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina and Dian: Literally laughing out loud*&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney: So you all here to practice dancing?&lt;br /&gt;Dian: No luh. We're here to celebrate our dvance birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney: When are your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Us: All of us are August*smile widely*&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rooney: wow! I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;So blah blah blah. I swear I feel like laughing. Except when he said May Jesus Christ bless you and may your dreams come true. But I only highlighted the part where he said may your dreams come true. I really felt guilty laughing at him when he said May your dreams come true. So at around 4 we head back our separate ways. It was really an exhausting day. But I did enjoyed myself[:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"Gotta figure out how you stole my heart."&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Rihanna- Te Amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8058282899265240181?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8058282899265240181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8058282899265240181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8058282899265240181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8058282899265240181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sweet-advance-birthday.html' title='My Sweet Advance Birthday.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-5521094851924206488</id><published>2009-07-31T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:32:40.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My final goodbye to you.</title><content type='html'>It's hard to say goodbye to you. Whenever I wanna forget about you, you will definitely be behind or infront of me out of nowhere. I think I had enough of falling for you. Though I can't help but to slam the windows right infront of your face. I know I was being rude but I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And I know you didn't mean to hurt mine too. But I would like to say my final goodbye to you.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Jay-Z ft. Rihanna- Run this town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-5521094851924206488?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5521094851924206488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=5521094851924206488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5521094851924206488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5521094851924206488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-final-goodbye-to-you.html' title='My final goodbye to you.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4044361222860326566</id><published>2009-07-30T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:02:48.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SnFTmADMURI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xA7jESaUfn8/s1600-h/taylor-lautner-jacob-black1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SnFTmADMURI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xA7jESaUfn8/s400/taylor-lautner-jacob-black1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364160543488495890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School. Woke up at 6.50am! OMG right? I was so fustrated because thats the 3rd time this week mom waking me up at 6.50am. Plus when I was ready she will definitely be sending Riyann downstairs. Like WTF?! And mom was all "7.10 dah lambat ehy?" I was like " tkderh luh 7.10 maseh siang" I know it wasn't the right thing to say to her but I was really fustrated. She didn't understand i was late and she can still ask me whether 7.10 was early/late. Man. Sucha a question. &lt;div&gt;Thus, school cheered me up like ALOT I tell you(: Obviously I laughed with my usuals. Man they are so funny:D Had three free periods. Whoa right? Science period which is one of the free periods was fun. Laughed with Sabrina and the rest. My "laughbox" is empty now. Hahaha. My stomach aches from laughing so hard. The 6 of us teased each other with our nicknames given by G.C! LOL. He too have a nickname created by me(: hohoho. Laughed and laughed. Talk and talk. And then free periods come to an end. Sucha dissapointment. So thats that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and I will ride tonight. Till the past is out of sight. We don't have to look back now. From the dark into the light. We can leave it all behind. We can stand together, we don't have to look back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently listening to: Lady GaGa-Lovegames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-4044361222860326566?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4044361222860326566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4044361222860326566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4044361222860326566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4044361222860326566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/nobody.html' title='Nobody.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SnFTmADMURI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xA7jESaUfn8/s72-c/taylor-lautner-jacob-black1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1671673903484086573</id><published>2009-07-29T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:44:47.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop being unreasonable.</title><content type='html'>School today was sucha a bore thing plus I feel so panicky in the inside. Like ALOT of times today. For example science practical. My science lab partner was absent and I have to keep on asking my other friend. Plus I totally forget to take the practical worksheet. I'm so need to catch up on science.  Seriously. Just now I was sturggling on doing the practical. And I swear this friend of mine does not explain clearly. He was all tengok nie tengok nie Draw nie draw nie. And finally he said it's all wrong. WTF? Anyways I'm kinda pissed off with math lessons. It just pisses me off. Plus someone kept calling me J. It irritates me alot! Plus his laughter irritates me... ALOT! And time just pass by. Like come and go. You know. Thus, people gets unreasonable. They keep forcing people to do stuff that we don't want. It irritates me this days. Plus I'm easily irritated by some assholes.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;Darkness in the night, I'll find that light for you. As long as I got your eyes, I'll have a sight for you. Long as I'm alive, baby I'll die for you.&lt;br /&gt;Wannabe with you.&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1671673903484086573?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1671673903484086573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1671673903484086573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1671673903484086573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1671673903484086573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-being-unreasonable.html' title='Stop being unreasonable.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6067570660740974205</id><published>2009-07-25T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:11:58.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The oddest trick.</title><content type='html'>Sunday seems to be going on smoothly. Though I'm kinda bored. Gosh. Tuition will be starting soon. I thought she forget but she just called. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo46-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo46-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo47-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo47-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo48.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo48.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo50-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo50-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo51.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo51.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends\m/&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Black Eyed Peas-I gotta feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6067570660740974205?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6067570660740974205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6067570660740974205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6067570660740974205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6067570660740974205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/oddest-trick.html' title='The oddest trick.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3793754976463888751</id><published>2009-07-25T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:29:50.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I practiced this for hours</title><content type='html'>Weekends. Here again. But sometimes I feel that it come and go just in just a second. Sometimes weekends means to do stupid assignments or to go to the mosque early in the morning. Or maybe oversleeping and to wake up and listen to a person blabbing out loud. Somehow what to me this weekend seems to be empty or to even seriously get over this ol' crush/admirer.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;At first I was afraid,I was petrified&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinkin I could never live without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I grew strong&lt;br /&gt;And I learned how to get along&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Daughtry-No surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3793754976463888751?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3793754976463888751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3793754976463888751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3793754976463888751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3793754976463888751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-practiced-this-for-hours.html' title='I practiced this for hours'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1215266961213044229</id><published>2009-07-24T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:38:50.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm gonna 'bout to be a memory.</title><content type='html'>Wohoo~! Once again I camwhored with my neighbour and brother. It's seriously fun once you get to know my neighbour. I will upload it soon. Blogger is just a pain in the ass you know. I can't upload pictures. Not only that, I can't even change the colour font. Nevermind upload picture. Anyways school today was a pain in the ass. I thought it's gonna be great since I didn't come for a "long" time. Plus I fell on the longkang. It was P.E. Of course I was enthusiastic to play this game. I wanted to catch the damn frisbe. But Syarafina caught it and we kinda "cat fight". So I basically ended up to be ON the longkang. In the end I don't even know how to catch the damn thing. Seriously. I totally forget how to play frisbe. Haha. Then after I got comments from this person. I was seriously pissed off. I didn't even gave comments on hers. Some people just don't understand how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Pussycat dolls-space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1215266961213044229?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1215266961213044229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1215266961213044229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1215266961213044229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1215266961213044229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/wohoo-once-again-i-camwhored-with-my.html' title='Cause I&apos;m gonna &apos;bout to be a memory.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7004450845965461922</id><published>2009-07-23T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:31:21.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need your comments.</title><content type='html'>For once there I thought you're right. But since I usually keep quiet or even smile you just took the advantage. I seriously don't need your comments about him. You don't know why I choose him so just shut the hell up. You only understand about yourself and sometimes you can't control your mouth. You laugh about him. Give comments that's actually &lt;italic&gt; tak perlu&lt;/italic&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Rihanna-Te Amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7004450845965461922?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7004450845965461922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7004450845965461922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7004450845965461922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7004450845965461922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-need-your-comments.html' title='I don&apos;t need your comments.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-481617866641099563</id><published>2009-07-23T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:59:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be with the one I know.</title><content type='html'>Ok I admit being on MC for 3 days sucks. Seriously I got lots to catch up here and there. Maths is a no problem. But other subjects? I wasn't planning to fail this semester though. But anyways since I got 3 days off you guys might wanna know what I did during those 3 "special" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo37.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo37.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo43.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo43.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo45.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo45.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo46.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo46.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo47.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo47.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo49.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo49.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=Photo50.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/Photo50.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm technically feeling better and hyper. As I said I was planning to go school today but Mdm Bhasula don't allow me to. Don't blame me for being sick. Plus I am responsible enough not to come to school. So today I wasn't planning to go anywhere but since Rahmah called me she asked me to accompany her to BP. Obviously I agreed. I can't say no because I'm ok and I am kinda bored staring at walls and ceilings. So technically went there. Saw Diana. Man i was nervous when I was talking to her. I don't know whats the reason. But inside of me I was shaking all the way the conversation. You know everyone in this house is getting bonkers! Seriously! Mom pulled out the SCV card because Riyann NEVER study during the 3 days MC. He sucks. Now all I'm left to do is go around asking my classmates whats the homework. My God. He sucks big time. Plus blogger is a pain in the arse! SERIOUSLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="619" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbIGh5N6YfA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbIGh5N6YfA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="619" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Selena Gomez-Tell me something I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-481617866641099563?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/481617866641099563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=481617866641099563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/481617866641099563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/481617866641099563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-be-with-one-i-know.html' title='I wanna be with the one I know.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-9120789293472981161</id><published>2009-07-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:18:40.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a place you and I know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;current=times-square-new-york-city.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/times-square-new-york-city.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school for the past two days. And tomorrow is my last day of MC. I'm having a fever and it's super boring to be staying at home and lying in bed looking up at the ceiling. Mom kept on complaining her laptop is running slow. Like thats my fault. Come on. Go repair my desktop and I won't disturb your laptop. I was planning to be back at school tomorrow but Mdm Bhasula didn't agree with me instead she told my mom to use all my 3 days MC. Pathetic. Phone calls every 5 minutes especially in the morning. If not Riyann's school , it's Sabrina asking me whether I'm ok or not. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes loves comes around and it knocks you down.&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up when it knocks you down, knocks you down.&lt;br /&gt;Let the hour glass pass into our ashes.&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow the ash right before my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this love letter right before my classes.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I be in love like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Pixie Lott-Mama Do(uh oh uh oh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-9120789293472981161?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9120789293472981161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=9120789293472981161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9120789293472981161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9120789293472981161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-place-you-and-i-know.html' title='It&apos;s a place you and I know.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-5860770241520393338</id><published>2009-07-19T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:23:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a fake smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLzVzWMYPI/AAAAAAAAA24/1kSsf2-zn-4/s1600-h/Photo+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLzVzWMYPI/AAAAAAAAA24/1kSsf2-zn-4/s400/Photo+148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360114062410408178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLzVlOitPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/-X9qyEEUxXM/s1600-h/Photo+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLzVlOitPI/AAAAAAAAA2w/-X9qyEEUxXM/s400/Photo+150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360114058620220658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLyuCzB8MI/AAAAAAAAA2o/B-nvkW5P3lo/s1600-h/Photo+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLyuCzB8MI/AAAAAAAAA2o/B-nvkW5P3lo/s400/Photo+153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360113379363123394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytwvGG1I/AAAAAAAAA2g/cIEPtDH2HSU/s1600-h/Photo+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytwvGG1I/AAAAAAAAA2g/cIEPtDH2HSU/s400/Photo+156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360113374514781010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytjb2yNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/U30hCzLNq28/s1600-h/Photo+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytjb2yNI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/U30hCzLNq28/s400/Photo+157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360113370944424146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytW-qk-I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/i0cjc5YOsgo/s1600-h/Photo+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytW-qk-I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/i0cjc5YOsgo/s400/Photo+158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360113367600763874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytXk-dPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JqLp-5EleGk/s1600-h/Photo+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLytXk-dPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/JqLp-5EleGk/s400/Photo+159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360113367761450226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxv9X7sfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0X-tXlGALpM/s1600-h/Photo+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxv9X7sfI/AAAAAAAAA2A/0X-tXlGALpM/s400/Photo+161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360112312755401202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxv0oGNgI/AAAAAAAAA14/mJY_q4PXbk4/s1600-h/Photo+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxv0oGNgI/AAAAAAAAA14/mJY_q4PXbk4/s400/Photo+162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360112310407280130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxvhKa_vI/AAAAAAAAA1w/RIrG3yplDqE/s1600-h/Photo+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxvhKa_vI/AAAAAAAAA1w/RIrG3yplDqE/s400/Photo+164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360112305182539506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxvffPORI/AAAAAAAAA1o/sqEMbW84wzI/s1600-h/Photo+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 402px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxvffPORI/AAAAAAAAA1o/sqEMbW84wzI/s400/Photo+172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360112304732977426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxvC9zfDI/AAAAAAAAA1g/vkeA1kzZ4RY/s1600-h/Photo+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 402px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLxvC9zfDI/AAAAAAAAA1g/vkeA1kzZ4RY/s400/Photo+173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360112297076554802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I spent my "weekend". &lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Beyonce-Sweet Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-5860770241520393338?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5860770241520393338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=5860770241520393338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5860770241520393338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5860770241520393338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-fake-smile.html' title='Just a fake smile.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmLzVzWMYPI/AAAAAAAAA24/1kSsf2-zn-4/s72-c/Photo+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6860504943353427814</id><published>2009-07-18T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:32:44.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmKskXH4X9I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kbTRclg4OwM/s1600-h/lady-gaga-paparazzi-music-video-500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 599px; height: 590px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmKskXH4X9I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kbTRclg4OwM/s400/lady-gaga-paparazzi-music-video-500x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360036247206649810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can things get any worse? I'm seriously sick and tired of this world. It's getting odd day by day. It'll only be fine for a minute. Friendship should last for a long time, but it seems that we are fighting over a small matter. I don't understand what is going on. Seriously. Let the past be a past and look forward. Don't turn behind. &lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not feeling that well right now. In school, I don't know what to do. I totally forget about Monday's morning duty. Obviously it'll be a drag because I'm now front gate. CCA will resume next week. It'll be a long week for me. I'm real stressed out. Everytime I have to look outside the window just to expect some one hot. Well thats my hobby this few weeks. My eyes will be on to someone hot. It's and irrite for me because I can never stop the habit of saying "OMG he's hooooooooot." You know what I mean? Another thing is, I don't get people this days. They'll tell me to link them up but their blog will be private and usually the common thing I will hear is "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanti aku invite kau&lt;/span&gt;" But up till now I'm still uninvited. Plus why should I link those who never link me? Why should I link those blogs which are private right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Keri Hilson ft Kanye West and Ne-Yo- Knowck you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6860504943353427814?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6860504943353427814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6860504943353427814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6860504943353427814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6860504943353427814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-in-fairytale.html' title='Lost in a fairytale.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmKskXH4X9I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/kbTRclg4OwM/s72-c/lady-gaga-paparazzi-music-video-500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-775091375087875750</id><published>2009-07-18T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:51:49.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy you got your space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmGyd4FD4lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/R45rfnN1lRc/s1600-h/Barbie+Spring+1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmGyd4FD4lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/R45rfnN1lRc/s400/Barbie+Spring+1989.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359761257887162962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My God. I used to be buying this type of magazines when I was Primary 5. Though I regret lending to my cousin. In the end she didn't give it back to me. Sucha waste of my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So today I just get to know that dad got a job. Plus at Tampinies. So far. Means I can keep the laptop all to myself! \m/  Damn. I miss my laptop and desktop ALOT. Seriously can anyone give me another laptop for my Birthday? A pink Vaio shall do. God. Life IS boring without technology. It seriously is. In addition I kinda feel feverish. Hahaha. Not swine flu ok. Anyways I just watched on AXN about Miley Cyrus. Damn. She is rich. Tsk. You know I'm kinda shock that most people who link me reads whatever that is in my blog. It's really shocking you know. Ha. Ya'll must be wondering what my dad will be working as right? Well he's working at a Pharmacy. Funny I know. But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aperh nak buat kan? &lt;/span&gt;So I currently got absolutely NOTHING to do. And I'm currently don't feel that well. I'm totally bored and tomorrow there's religious class. My god. Can life be more unfair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently listening to: Tinchy Stryder ft. N-DUBZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-775091375087875750?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/775091375087875750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=775091375087875750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/775091375087875750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/775091375087875750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-you-got-your-space.html' title='Boy you got your space.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmGyd4FD4lI/AAAAAAAAA1I/R45rfnN1lRc/s72-c/Barbie+Spring+1989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8120549980617393355</id><published>2009-07-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:20:03.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooded with all this pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmAkb7jQpMI/AAAAAAAAA04/WraFLXQBXRo/s1600-h/da01e95a2dcfd468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmAkb7jQpMI/AAAAAAAAA04/WraFLXQBXRo/s400/da01e95a2dcfd468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359323618831541442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmAkhjwhLwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/jDmktniHo2c/s400/Cherry__s_Jubilee_by_caterangel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359323715523915522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently soooo moodless. I'm really pokai now and I'm left with 5cents in my wallet. Plus &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I borrowed sab a dollar just to buy butterscotch ice-cream. I'm really stressed out about 2 more pressies and now I gotta pay Jecelyn for the cake. OMG. I'm really pokai sia. Frankly saying I'm not rich. I don't like savin. And I dom't like spending on stuffs I don't really like. You know what I mean? Like spending on stuff which come and go. School is school. And absentees in my class is increasing. I really do pity them because they have ALOT of catching up to do. And class seems to be so quiet and a little bit relaxing. Though someone replace Saiful's place and he keeps on disturbing me. But I do agree on some people that when Saiful is not around it's quiet plus teachers will be all " Warh why so quiet?" HAHA. And teachers realised that Saiful isn't in class. Our English teacher talked all about us. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways here's a couple of stuff I would like to share with ya'll.&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="559" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/958EHht3Egw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/958EHht3Egw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="559" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="559" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qy_Ql-Jbh10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qy_Ql-Jbh10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="559" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUHWEEEET! I everything uses money!I gtg.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;BYE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8120549980617393355?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8120549980617393355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8120549980617393355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8120549980617393355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8120549980617393355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-currently-soooo-moodless.html' title='Flooded with all this pain'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SmAkb7jQpMI/AAAAAAAAA04/WraFLXQBXRo/s72-c/da01e95a2dcfd468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3477629686494916901</id><published>2009-07-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:30:44.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you got your space</title><content type='html'>Hohoho! I'm really tired and exhausted after a long hot day. Seriously. A bit stressing but whatever. You know what I noticed? After the death of MJ it seems that everyone is listening to his music. Like they even download his whole album. My god. Ok anyways today nothing much happened. But I kept looking out at the windows. Looking up at the sec 3 classroom and looking down at the sec 1 classrooms. It's so interesting I tell you. Looking what people are doing.  And I've watched all the Datin Wan Abe episodes which were broadcast on tv and I swear it's funny. My stomachaches watching that episodes. In addition me and Sab's perfume bussiness are going well. I guess? But I would like to thanks those who supports. You know who you are aye?&lt;br /&gt;Currently chatting with Rahmah and Radin. Currently waiting for Sab to get the hell out of her Lala Land-.-&lt;br /&gt;Bye(:&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Pussycat Dolls- space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3477629686494916901?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3477629686494916901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3477629686494916901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3477629686494916901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3477629686494916901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-you-got-your-space.html' title='Now you got your space'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2586980992171587985</id><published>2009-07-12T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:28:05.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just an empty space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nitrolicious.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/mac-hello-kitty-campaign-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I hate Plurk. I really hate it when my Karma goes from 40 to 36. Really fustrated. Anyways I feel like changing my URL. But my mind is blank. I got no ideas for the URL. Ok mom got this Hello Kitty powder by MAC and I'm friggin jealous! I've been eyeing on that since ages! I wanna be as crazy as that model above. Having that hairstyle looks weird but fun. Laugh Out Loud-.- I must admit my Plan Z for skipping Madrasah has failed! I was really confident that mom will overslept and won't wake me up. Boy I was wrong. I was like shit! Madrasah. I don't know it's like so unfair that I have to wake up early in the morning just to go to the Mosque and it's Sunday for goodness sake! My face &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ronyok gilerh!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously I am real lazy to go there. Ehy I just get to know something rom mom. She used to play truancy when she was Sec 2 and got caught! Just like me when I was Primary 6. But she's worst. She was going to East Coast. Hm.. weird. Go East Coast. But anyways we've learnt our lessons right? Today I got nothing to do. And I'm still designing the blogshop's newsletter. It's difficult ok? But some thought it's easy. Easy as ABC. Man I hate that sentence. Got maths assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Akon-Keep you much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-2586980992171587985?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2586980992171587985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=2586980992171587985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2586980992171587985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2586980992171587985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-you.html' title='It&apos;s just an empty space.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6433898081199046182</id><published>2009-07-11T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:26:28.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop judging me.</title><content type='html'>It seems that everyone thinks I'm arrogant just because I didn't reply their Instant Message. I don't know. Sometimes people don't understand my problem until they really face that problem. Expecting me to understand them. I'm using Ebuddy for goodness sake! As you know, Ebuddy sucks but do I got that much of a choice? But some of them don't understand me. Saying I'm arrogant and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sombong.&lt;/span&gt; Are you kidding me? You know for already a year and the half and you say I'm arrogant. LOL &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gilerh! &lt;/span&gt;I want them to feel how I feel. But I ain't that bad. So weekends are here. Nothing much to say. Though the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angkmoh &lt;/span&gt;and my aunt has went to Centre Point. I wasn't curious why she didn't asked me to Centre point. I couldn't careless. Her reason was "I don't want you to go because my friend's daughter may make you feel uncomfortable." My anwser "It's ok got alot of homework." She says " Secondary school got alot of homework eh?" Of course I could hear relieve in her voice. It's kind of lame for her to think that I'm like last time. Always want to follow her go out. And she shouldn't believe when I say I got lots of assignments to do because theres only 1. I just couldn't bother. Or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas nak layan.&lt;/span&gt; You know that type. But anyhoeeeee, I'm kinda "angry" because my father's mother will be sleeping over for a night because tomorrow my aunt and Yasmin will be going to K.L and got some KECHING-KECHING from her(: haha.&lt;div&gt;Better get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to some human beings who called me arrogant, shut that shitty mouth of yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Pussycat dolls-Hush hush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6433898081199046182?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6433898081199046182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6433898081199046182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6433898081199046182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6433898081199046182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-judging-me.html' title='Stop judging me.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4086454205548487396</id><published>2009-07-09T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:20:37.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You don't alter Vera Wang. You alter yourself to fit Vera Wang."</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://blog.emarketplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/wedding-melissa-sweet-2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm into Vera Wang's bridal dresses. It's so awesome!&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/okitrocks.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo pretty. But the models on the runway looks in pain. Plus they are thin. Super thin. Anyways school was fine. Super fine. Nothing much happened. The usuals. Though time goes so fast eh?  Even when I'm doing my homework and test just now. I just started and suddenly Ms Geetha said ok stop writting. It feels as though it's only 5 minutes of doing that test you know. Plus I will fail. I don't know why but it's so hard to do it when you're all panicky panicky type of mood you know. Hard to concentrate. And History. I don't know what to say. Miss He makes me feel like I should take History next year. It's totally hard. Remember the other day I said I don't wanna go to my father's mom house? I don't wanna call her Oma anymore. Just call her my father's mom or M.F.M for short aye? Lame I know but... ok it's hard to explain. So mom and my aunt from Scotland made a plan. The plan is to drop me,Yasmin and Riyann at Centre Point. So we walk walk and we meet up at a point. But the plan turned out to be a disaster. Why? Dad told all of us to go together. Do I got a choice to make? Not really. It's so threatening to go there. I mean she's being unfair to be disliking my mom just because of her skin. I don't know what's wrong with me but I rolled my eyes infront of her outside her house. Of course she saw me doing that! Happy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;gilerh!&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Her face change on that spot. LOL or what?! And today when I got home she was here. Aunty was all Oma's here. I was like fuck! Should've go to BP with Sab! I was angry with mom for not telling me. So I called her and mom was all I don't know she's coming. Damn. So now I'm alone at home. I can jump, shout, scream, dance and sing whenever I want(: It's a pain in the arse to see her when I get home especially when I'm exhausted. HAHA. After PE lesson was funny. Changed into polo tee. We spent 15minutes laughing our asses out. She imitated the Datin Wannabe series. Was friggin funny I tell you. We kept laughing 'till recess was OVER. haha. I wanna watch Datin wan abe.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Hannah Montana-The Hoedown Throwdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-4086454205548487396?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4086454205548487396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4086454205548487396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4086454205548487396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4086454205548487396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-alter-vera-wang-you-alter.html' title='&quot;You don&apos;t alter Vera Wang. You alter yourself to fit Vera Wang.&quot;'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-443163864672800868</id><published>2009-07-09T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:37:21.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back. I'm ridiculously bored now. Today we don't have a free period. I mean everyday we must have a free period. But not today though. So what? My bag is way heavier than last semester. Somehow what all my books seems to be precious to me this semester. Unless the teachers I hate. But I can't be borthered. Plus I'm trying real hard for EOY. I know it's way early to be thinking about EOY but in just a blink of the eyes it's here. It's really scary. Ok I am bored with this blog because I can't share with yall pictures and videos because I'm using iPhone so there's no right click uness I'm real crazy to type out the codes. Suppose I wanna share with y'all a funny sad video about MjJ. So stick around till tomorrow to watch it ok? It's  10.35pm and I still have not design my last two bookend for DnT. I really hate that subject ok. Super stupid to have that subject anyways.  Pffffft better get started now in addition no more free periods on Fridays because there's a replacement for PE. Shite.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: tribute to MJ-  usher,the game and chris brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-443163864672800868?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/443163864672800868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=443163864672800868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/443163864672800868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/443163864672800868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/back.html' title=''/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-9216473836197743558</id><published>2009-07-09T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:44:57.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Off to tuition. Will post up afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-9216473836197743558?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9216473836197743558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=9216473836197743558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9216473836197743558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9216473836197743558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/pathetic.html' title='pathetic-.-'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-476356597315070981</id><published>2009-07-08T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:39:04.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucha big ego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AnnaSuiFW0809AliMichaelandAgneteHeg.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/AnnaSuiFW0809AliMichaelandAgneteHeg.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school was school. Full of nonsense. I would like to say thanks to the person who asked whether my butt was fine. It's fine.  Of course the falling from the chair incident was such embarressing. But it was an accident. Literature was bore as usual. English, we were noisy. Went to canteen after school to Sab's picture at the canteen board. Was ok. But teased her a little bit. So anyways stayed back for a while. Had a little bit of laugh here and there. But let me tell ya'll the canteen was super quiet. Not the usual after school noisy. But who cares? Hey are Singaporeans Teenagers cheap? Yasmin said we are. Just because I said people will laugh at her when she put on this traditional Indian slippers. So she said luh all this shit that we are cheap and stuff. And we don't have fashion just follow whatever people wear. Hmmm.... I don't know if it's true though. HAHA. I got nothing else to say now-.-&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To say goodbye to you is harder then I thought.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Currently listening to: Kat DeLuna- Calling you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-476356597315070981?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/476356597315070981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=476356597315070981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/476356597315070981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/476356597315070981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/sucha-big-ego.html' title='Sucha big ego.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3491623520686269233</id><published>2009-07-07T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:19:11.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I can't sleep at all cause I had a realy long nap. plus I missed tuition. Damn Im pathetic these few days. I don't feel like eating that much. My Marks and Spencers cookies were all gone. I don't wanna go to the nearest Marks and Spencers which is at Wheelocks just for a pack of 200g of cookies just to cheer me up. I don't know. Plus I don't feel like doing 2 essays. Especially about my June holidays and my admirer. Because I got no admirer. Not now at least. Aunt gave the idea of putting Micheal&lt;br /&gt;Jackson as my admirer. Man I don't even know anything about him. Nevermind admire him. But I do like some of his songs. Ha. Anyways tomorrow there will be los of subjecs which are such a bore. You know everything doesn't interest me these days. Which yes includes shopping. Today I went BPP with sabrina and I didn't buy anything. *fake laugh* Radd kept on asking me to plan. I'm not sure where to go though. Because I don't feel like going out. And if one more time I got to step into FEP I would be sick. I can't stand t. It's such bore. You know like when you keep on hearing insults about you all the way and one more time they say something about you, you feel sick. That type. Man I can remember all the shops-.-  So anyways since I've missed tuition today I need to go tuition tomorrow. How pathetic? I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been feeling so exhausted these days. And from 5 till 9 pm today I got weird dreams. So weird you will actually laugh when I tell you about it. So Ia gtg. Will update later on.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: MIley Cyrus- see you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3491623520686269233?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3491623520686269233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3491623520686269233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3491623520686269233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3491623520686269233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-now-i-cant-sleep-at-all-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1185206647892626361</id><published>2009-07-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:24:51.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this part right here.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from school and I got back my thumb drive. Thanks Noob. So school was school. And these days I'm being quite sarcastic. I told Sabrina not to sell Barbie perfume but sell Cinderella perfume. And she was like LOL. So anyways this whole day I pasted a smile on my face and fake laughed. I don't know what to do now. DnT was sucha bore. Of course some of the jokes Saiful said was funny so I laughed for real. But some I just fake laughed you know. There was something I said about his name and people beside me was like LOL away. HAHA. And he was all revenge will be sweeter next time. Whoaaaaaaaaaa. I'm so scared. Mother Tounge was Mother Tounge. They kept on teasing about Barbie-.- Then afterwards was Maths. Maths. Hmmmm... not much of a comment. Ouh and the WHOLE class thought that there will be free period during English. Ouh boy were we wrong. HA. I didn't bring any materials for English. Nevermind prepared for English.  In addition I don't know where the hell is my grammar books. Pfft.  So I got nothing much to type. No gossip. No shite talking. &lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Tinchy Stryder ft N-DUBZ-Number 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1185206647892626361?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1185206647892626361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1185206647892626361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1185206647892626361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1185206647892626361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-this-part-right-here.html' title='I hate this part right here.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3034518404248719286</id><published>2009-07-06T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:50:35.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hows my day?</title><content type='html'>My day for today was fun. Was ok. Went to town with Yasmin. Was fun-durh. Though the neoprints wasn't satifying enough because we were slow on picking the pics. So the machine basically took the not nice ones. Anyways other then Orchard, I got nothing else to say. I don't really feel like blogging. Thats the point. It's hard for me to be cheered up to my crazy,hyper self. I havent even do my tuition homework which is to construct some pathetic figures but already did my school one. So there isn't any problem. I better get going.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;PS:I'm still not over you.&lt;br /&gt;Currenltly watching: JU-ON(the grudge)Japanese version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3034518404248719286?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3034518404248719286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3034518404248719286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3034518404248719286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3034518404248719286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/hows-my-day.html' title='Hows my day?'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-629269899749167241</id><published>2009-07-05T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:00:04.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say.</title><content type='html'>Once again I'm posting about my shite life. My shite lovestory. But what I'm telling you ain't a lovestory it's just a typical post saying how sad I am with nothing to do and don't really feel like doing anything. He just went offline just now. At least he asked me whether I'm ok. Well that's kind? Anyways let me tell you something, I did not or should I say can not concentrate on anything at tuition just now. But at least Kak Dillah gave me a bottle of nail polish-without her knowing it I was a little bit cheered up. Pffftt... still, after that conversation with him, it reminds me how sad I was today. So tomorrow I'm going to town to try to cheer up by taking some neoprints with Yasmin. Since Andreyana is away for college, we are just heading down town just the two of us. You know everybody keep staring at us wherever we walk. WHEREVER! It's as though in everyone's head is saying "How come this malay girl is related with this white girl?" Well maybe they haven't learn the thing called genetics? It's sooooooooooo typical of them to be staring at both of us. It's so awkward. Anyways back to my story. Even chocolates can't cheer me up. CHOCOLATES! How come? Maybe later I should try both Cadbury and Marks and Spencers cookies. See if it works. I should take back my words of losing weight. Because thinking about how dissapointed and sad and heartbroken makes me tired and hungry and always craving for chocolates or sweet treats. So better buy more of these things or I'll go madddddd! As so today was a tiring day and tomorrow I'll be way wayyyyy wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy tired because I'm going to town. Unless canceled. So I better join Yasmin and Riyann now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to:Green day-21 guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too speechless.&lt;br /&gt; Too sad.&lt;br /&gt; Too tiring.&lt;br /&gt; Too crappy.&lt;br /&gt; Too shite.&lt;br /&gt; To think about you all time.&lt;br /&gt; You should know how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt; But I ain't cheered up just because you asked me how am I.&lt;br /&gt; It's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt; Waste of time to be waiting for you for a long time.&lt;br /&gt; Waste of time to always wait to that place.&lt;br /&gt; Waste of time to always go there after school.&lt;br /&gt; Waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt; Waste of my hopes.&lt;br /&gt; You're sucha waste.&lt;br /&gt; PS:I'm still not over you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-629269899749167241?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/629269899749167241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=629269899749167241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/629269899749167241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/629269899749167241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-594248468839067783</id><published>2009-07-04T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:52:32.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A twist in my story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I'm currently super upset. My Aunt asked me to go to the beach but I can't I am not in the mood to be crazy or hyper or taking the fresh air. I want to be sitting in this stuffy house infront of my Mom's laptop. I seriously got no mood. I slept around 2 in the morning and waking up at 9.30 in the morning. Even my hotty David Archuleta's picture ain't making me cheered up. I keep on giving the excuse of, I am tired. In another 10 minutes I'll be going for my tuition. Though I got no mood to do ANYTHING! I feel like crying and whatever shite. I don't know if I can concentrate on ANYTHING. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-594248468839067783?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/594248468839067783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=594248468839067783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/594248468839067783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/594248468839067783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/twist-in-my-story.html' title='A twist in my story.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-9198482524149975497</id><published>2009-07-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:42:19.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are so useless.&lt;br /&gt;You are so heartless.&lt;br /&gt;You are so worthless.&lt;br /&gt;You are so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't say you are brainless.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;It's heartaching to know that you didn't feel the same towards me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am overating. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;You said not be sad.&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;I am obviously sad but what can I do or say?&lt;br /&gt;I said thhhhaaaaaaankkkkksssss alot to you.&lt;br /&gt;But not because you told me not to be sad but because you broke it.&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't how I feel towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.....................&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;As you know Im trying to cheer myself up. Well at least I'll be losing lots of weight and don't feel like doing anything. Including sleep. I don't know if I can concentrate. And I don't know what else to say anymore.......&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-9198482524149975497?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9198482524149975497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=9198482524149975497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9198482524149975497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/9198482524149975497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-so-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4754271342620912509</id><published>2009-07-04T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:43:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the second post of the day yet I'm super NOT enjoying. First thing is that he is still NOT online. And I am NOT going to Oma's place because she hates me and I hate her- how simple? But she hates me just because my skin tone is brown and that she hates people who have brown skin. I'm not like some people right? Mom is NOT believing that there's NO &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madrasah &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. I have NO confidence at all especially about him. And he is still NOT online. Imagine that all? It's way way wayyyyyyy worst then Monday Blues. Plus I got hit by Riyann. I swear he's the most pathetic boy ever! Mom still call him Baby. YUCK! ewwwwwww... disgusting can? He did that just because I tease him. He got bullied at madrasah. Hhaha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padan mukerh kau! &lt;/span&gt;When he got home, he went upstairs and cried his ass off. So drama &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mama sia! &lt;/span&gt;PATHETIC!  Anyways if you're a Leo this is a horoscope and lovescope for you today:&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Horoscope]Leo  -  July 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be trying to get to the end of the road too quickly without really enjoying all the different steps along the way, dear Leo. This is especially true when it comes to any sort of artistic project or romantic partnership that you might be involved in at this time. If you aren't completely savoring every part of your journey, then perhaps this isn't the path you should be taking.&lt;br /&gt;[Lovescope]Leo  -  July 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current aspect at play indicates that it may be through an unexpected conversation that romance comes quick-stepping into your life today. Don't allow this information to make you self-conscious, but continue to go about your tasks as you would normally, and allow things to transpire in their own time. You will feel on top of the world, as destiny seems to be firmly on your side.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows that for a Leo today? HA. It ain't pathetic but it is dramatic and exciting. Plus I'm still waiting for him to be online. How desperate sia? Anyways I got to go. I am STILL waiting for him(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;blockquote&gt;I can almost see it. That dreaming I am dreaming.But theres a voice saying "You'll never reach it" The strugglers I'm facing,the changes I'm taking sometimes might break me down. But no,I'm not breaking. I may now know it. But these are the moments that I'm gonna remember most,, yeah. Just gotta keep going.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-4754271342620912509?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4754271342620912509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4754271342620912509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4754271342620912509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4754271342620912509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-second-post-of-day-yet-im-super.html' title=''/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6711554528419429545</id><published>2009-07-03T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:14:33.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how we roll.</title><content type='html'>WADDUP guys? Today I got nothing to do plus I've asked Nadiah whether there's madrasah tomorrow and she says no. So I'll be free till Monday. But the thing is I don't know what the hell should I do? Chat with him? I realise that whenever I say hello he'll be all hey I gtg tc yaw. It's so heartaching you know. And there's the feeling you'll be all did I say something wrong and you feel guilty for chatting with that person. You know that feeling? Ha. I bet he doesn't know that he make me crazier crazier crazier! Today is mom's bithday and got nothing to give her except a hug plus why can't she stop calling me baby? MY GAWDDDD! I'm not Riyann. I'm Dian! I don't allow people calling me Baby. Yucks! I ain't a Baby anymore man, I'm a teenager who hopes that he likes me! MY GAWDD. Somehow that reminds me something. It just disgust me that much. Barbie ain't a slut. Barbie ain't a bitch as what you say. If you're referring to us just say so. Barbie is a doll who is perfect. And I know you like Barbie(doll) so much when you're little or what your mother call you "bayby". HAHA. Baby crap. If you hate Barbie and you love Cinderella, well I don't give a shit alright? Say what you wanna say because I don't care. If you think that I'm talking about you then &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;teraserh asal?&lt;/span&gt; as what I heard you always say. HAH. LMAO.  Anyways let's get back to what my plan for today is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up late in the afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chat with him 'till like I don't know what time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rot at home with Yasmin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yasmin goes to Oma's house(like I give a damn about Oma-.-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rot at home myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get ready for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh at our asses off with Yasmin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But somehow the very first plan wasn't a success. Why? Because Riyann woke me up around 10.45am. Pathetic plus typical of him. You know yesterday night I used Yasmin's iPhone to go eBuddy. He was online and when I saw his PM, I seriously lost my appitie to eat which is seriously not worth because he went offline-.- Of course that feeling of heartaching as how explain it above comes around. I know alot about him. And I know and still remember his secrets he told me. But Mama Mia I don't know if he is avoiding me or embarassed by me. It's so typical of guys. SO SO typical. Plus I've created a new blog which is totally private. And sorry. I don't invite anyone. Not that I'm saying I don't trust anyone just that I wanna feel a lil bit alone there with no readers(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better get going. Got lots to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/36235845-6711554528419429545?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6711554528419429545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6711554528419429545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6711554528419429545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6711554528419429545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='That&apos;s how we roll.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4453455493984864201</id><published>2009-07-02T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T03:55:04.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazier.</title><content type='html'>I'm really really tired now. School is school. You know I never thought I would ever hate maths class. But today is the second time I'm hating maths class. The teacher like out of the pink wants to do some sort like an attire check. Well mind you I really hate this checks and stuff as though we are like prisoners who didn't follow the rules. She just came to my table and told me to put my fringe back. Putting our fringes back is sooooo primary school. And so do you expect me to put my fringe back just because I'm a prefect? For your information, I'm not the only prefect who put my fringe down. Go look around school and see all the girls? I tell you majority of the girls does not put their fringe back. Just like piercings. My aunt said I'm scared to ask those pupils to take of their studs or babble or whatever. What does she expects me to do? Go around school and ask them to take it out. And if it's one two or three pupils who pierce then I'm fine but it's half of the school. Why can't she just seal her lips and go one corner? But I'm not satisfied with my teacher. So when she asked me to put it back I used the typical excuse that most Singaporeans Teenagers use, Got big pimple. But it's true. I don;t want people talking to me but they aren't looking at me, they are actually looking at my pimple. How pathetic can one teacher be? And yesterday when the family was having dinner my dad asked me whether I would like some more rice and my aunt said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dier tak payah dipelawerh. &lt;/span&gt;And then my dad and herself laughed while my aunt from Scotland said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sial ah kauorang! &lt;/span&gt; I am extremely unhappy with her behaviour yesterday. So what if I say I wanna diet but put some more rice? Is it your problem? Typical Singaporean. &lt;div&gt;So just now chatted with him. Though it was awkward to be the incident happened just now which I shouldn't elaborate much. I know that he is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malu.&lt;/span&gt; Who isn't right? And I when I entered the canteen after school, I was REALLY shocked that this sec 4 guy still remembered my name. But the way he says "Hi Dian". Is as though he has said hey to me like a million time. But what can I do right? Instead of being arrogant I smiled say hi while waving. He is friendly though. But anyways today had History and Miss He was super friendly. But who knows what lays ahead right? Anything could happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today was my lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  Watching you kicking makes my heart beat that fast.   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   It was a bonus for me to see your face thrice today. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   In addition I got to chat with you.     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    Now that you know the truth, my hopes are real high.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                   I really hope so.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Currentlylistening:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="598" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSgOZEK7yg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSgOZEK7yg4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="598" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-4453455493984864201?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4453455493984864201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4453455493984864201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4453455493984864201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4453455493984864201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazier.html' title='Crazier.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7966989608077798770</id><published>2009-07-01T01:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:24:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright it's ok.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently hungry plus my stomach is grumbling. I am requested to wait for Yasmin and her mother to come and then we eat together. Of course I accept that request because I thought I won't be this hungry. But look at me now. Here I am posting in addition being hungry. How pathetic can that be? I am really stressed out now. Especially thinking about EOY. I am seriously nervous. And there'll be practical science exam. Week 7 I think. Plus hearing Mrs Ho saying that she will fail people who doesn't know how to do stuff. For example setting the bunsen burner. I was obviously worried! Who isn't right? I would always relay on my science partner. I'm totally serious. Today got the new schedule/timetable(whatever you wanna call it). P.E will be as usual on Fridays 2 periods before recess. When we received the schedule/timetable,Aloysious said "P.E is just a disguise for free period! 2 periods!" I was like whoa this guy got a point. We didn't have P.E in like months! Imagine me running... I would be fainting! In addition my DnT teachers have changed. Mr Ravi and Mr Ishak. Great. Two guys. Guys are so narrow minded sometimes. But anyways tomorrow there'll be History and I wonder if it will go smoothly. It's so fustrating to imagine me fail and retain! G. just called Aunty and guess what? They still gotta wait for another an hour or so. So I'll be hungry 'till they come. And the hour excludes the travelling time! WHOA right?! Ok so anyways I got to go. I need to do some stuffs.&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening&amp;amp; singing:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="598" height="165"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="598" height="165"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7966989608077798770?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7966989608077798770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7966989608077798770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7966989608077798770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7966989608077798770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-alright-its-ok.html' title='It&apos;s alright it&apos;s ok.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8604578884066366110</id><published>2009-06-30T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:55:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm super super stress now! G. is like blah blah blah. I swear from the day Riyann's mouth is super big g.'s attitude change ALOT!  Anything that I do something wrong she will explode like hell. If I wanna say menepause I can't because she has already gone through that. What is wrong with ol' people this days? Just because my cousin from Scotland is coming tomorrow does that means people should be stressing out cleaning here and there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dah penat sendiri abeyh nak marah orang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crap right? It's as though I was the one asking my cousin to come or whatever crapios it was my Aunt who wanna come. I didn't force them. I myself am not happy that I can't be in my own room doing my own stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another thing is, what is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jual mahal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone wanna answer that? Drop me a tag. It seems that people are going bonkers! Telling me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jual mahal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but they themself never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jual mahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I really am pissed off with both my family and friends. Blood related or not. I already am pissed off and still thinking about tuition. Whether it will be as shite as my life now. It's typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="596" height="140"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QXqqfBhhBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QXqqfBhhBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="596" height="140"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8604578884066366110?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8604578884066366110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8604578884066366110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8604578884066366110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8604578884066366110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7961452590563341536</id><published>2009-06-30T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:18:28.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so much better without you.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day of school. Overall it's boring.  Though I was sleepy. My hair was totally frizzy plus ruin and definitely messy. The way I dress is unappropriate for a Prefect. Maybe I shouldn't even be pinning that badge to my uniform. So started the day fresh by showering of course. Tying up my hair is difficult. It's long but when I put it up it's a little ponytail. Met with my close friends at 7.00am plus. Waited for Jecelyn. She was late of meeting us up. So around 7.17am we went to school. There was still alot of pupils. I was panicky from the inside. We report to class straight away. Guess who we saw? Jecelyn. Yep she was there already. &lt;div&gt;Temperature taking. AYG thingy. Then H1N1 briefing. New time table. English(free period). RECESS. Art(yucks plus how can a picture of a polaroid camera be unacceptable. SHITE!). Maths. Home. But Sabrina,Alicia,Jecelyn and I decided to go to Lot 1. But Alicia and Jecelyn went first. While Sab and I went to popular to buy exercise book and some other junks. LRT-ed to Lot 1. Was fun making fun of Sab. When both of us reached bought some nail polish. Then after searched for Alicia and Jecelyn. When Sab messaged her she was on the LRT on the way to Fajar. I was both andgry and dissapointed. So we cheered ourselves up by eating lunch. Sab treated me Ban Mian noodles. Thanks alot. Afters went home. I took the LRT since it will only be one way. I swear theres ALOT of people there. At around 4.00pm I reached home. And my day ended by closing my eyes at around 1.00am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the second day of school. It was better. My frindge is better than yesterday. Plus I went out a little bit later because I was straightening my frindge. First period was literature. Free period. Then MT. Maths. PE-Free period. RECESS. Doing block duty alone ain't fun ok. Plus on Tuesday when I am doing my block duty I can't see him. Because he needs to go to MT. What the crap?! So after that was science Another free period! And since my duty was that bad,I remembered something. He went to MT what. And around 11 plus got the second temperature taking. So I was expecting him. Then there was he. Walking pass. My heart obviously melt-.- So at 1.30pm bell rang. Ate lunch. I was really hoping he would be there but boy was I wrong. I was dissapointed. So went home with Sabrina. And thats that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="596" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="596" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really am looking forward to this movie. Super exciting. Plus Taylor Lautner is in it!(: Better get going. I got to move things around. Tomorrow my cousin from Scotland will be coming. Super trouble you know*sigh*&lt;div&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening:Lady GaGa-Fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;                                     I've been always looking out for you.&lt;br /&gt;                                     It's weird I know.&lt;br /&gt;                                     Way too obssesed.&lt;br /&gt;                                     But I can't take my eyes of you.&lt;br /&gt;                                     Too bad you don't know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7961452590563341536?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7961452590563341536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7961452590563341536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7961452590563341536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7961452590563341536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-much-better-without-you.html' title='I&apos;m so much better without you.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4871419671217790756</id><published>2009-06-26T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:23:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Remembered By Miley Cyrus, Ludacris, More</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In the wake of the tragic news of legendary pop star Michael Jackson's death Thursday (June 25), musicians, actors and celebrities have taken to Twitter with their tributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus said, "Michael Jackson was my inspiration. Love and blessings." John Mayer posted, "Dazed in the studio. A major strand of our cultural DNA has left us. RIP MJ. I think we'll mourn his loss as well as the loss of ourselves as children listening to Thriller on the record player."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it were not for Michael Jackson I would not be where or who I am today," Ludacris wrote on his Twitter page. "His Music and Legacy will live on Forever. Prayers to the fam. R.I.P."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanna Moakler wrote, "The hard thing about getting older is watching all those who inspired you pass, love to the Jackson family." Heidi Montag wrote, "The world has suffered a GREAT loss today. Michael Jackson my thoughts and prayers are with his family, friends, and fans. God bless God rest his soul he will live on forever! Life is so short enjoy every second God gives you!" Aubrey O'Day, responding to the loss of both Jackson and Farrah Fawcett, wrote, "Praying for the souls of all these amazing talents. The world has lost icons today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete Wentz, who covered "Beat It" with Fall Out Boy, said, "I have never felt this before in my life. I could measure my childhood 2 now on an MJ growth chart. If this is true. Rip. The last legend." Solange Knowles posted, "Thank you Michael Jackson for being my FIRST of many! My mother took me to my FIRST concert. I was only two years old. I fell in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other celebrities like Lindsay Lohan wrote, "NO OMG ... sending my love and prayers out to Michael and his family ... I feel sick." And Kim Kardashian wrote, "Wow I am truly in shock that Michael Jackson has passed away! I love u Jackson family, my prayers are with the whole family!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/36235845-4871419671217790756?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4871419671217790756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4871419671217790756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4871419671217790756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4871419671217790756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-remembered-by-miley.html' title='Michael Jackson Remembered By Miley Cyrus, Ludacris, More'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2245351079743574504</id><published>2009-06-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:56:04.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine flu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkOqFZHnmEI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rz-GlYdZyPE/s1600-h/normal_SquareMagazine03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 558px; height: 496px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkOqFZHnmEI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rz-GlYdZyPE/s400/normal_SquareMagazine03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351307791865190466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm... Tell me everyone in Singapore are so obsessed with swine flu! Like Oh My God! Mdm Bhasula called to tell me they sent the normal boring forms. I know it's a really really BIG deal. But they're just too obsessed! Then I am not that excited of school this week. Seriously. I got assignments untouched. Maths Assignment 1,2 and 3 and DnT. Thanks to Noob my arse is save of not failing. And that Assignment still got chunks of questions missing because MAC doesn't do Microsoft word pad -.- Yikes! School next term gonna be a little bit yucky.-I think. I better get ready for a blast! History is coming up and it's way way harder than Geography!  Man! After that experience from last year I better get ready-.-  LOLS.&lt;div&gt;Better get going. Just a short will do aye? Maybe tomorrow going to watch Transformers-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently Listening: Black Eyes Peas-Boom Boom Pow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-2245351079743574504?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2245351079743574504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=2245351079743574504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2245351079743574504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2245351079743574504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/swine-flu.html' title='Swine flu?'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkOqFZHnmEI/AAAAAAAAAz4/rz-GlYdZyPE/s72-c/normal_SquareMagazine03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7923425783502467358</id><published>2009-06-24T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:33:54.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkHvbhieaZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KL5foyNXTv8/s1600-h/normal_SquaredMagazineBTS03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 556px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkHvbhieaZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KL5foyNXTv8/s400/normal_SquaredMagazineBTS03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350821088431335826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLO.&lt;div&gt;Today I obviously got NOTHING to do and I'm terribly broke. And the pace which have only free things is the library. Yes i know lame but thats the only place that lend people books. But the thing is they don't have the books which I really wanna read. Plus I can't wait for fasting month. Cause everything gonna be free. Yep. No need to buy food during recess.(: In addition I can save-.- Even though Hari Raya will be like the month after fasting month-.- MAN! Raya. Still wondering ow much will I get this year. Maybe lesser then last year considering the fact that I don't look like a fourteen instead they'll think I'm sixteen! CRAP. So today is sucha bore and tomorrow gonna be even bore. Wake up late in the afternoon &gt; Shower &gt; Eat &gt; Watch Coraline &gt; Watch Another movie &gt;  Revise &gt; Rot &gt; Tuition &gt; watch TV &gt; read book till 3.00am  &gt; SLEEP. Bore right? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok BYE crap ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Coraline other father's song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7923425783502467358?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7923425783502467358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7923425783502467358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7923425783502467358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7923425783502467358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkHvbhieaZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/KL5foyNXTv8/s72-c/normal_SquaredMagazineBTS03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4811730502337206755</id><published>2009-06-23T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:05:40.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkCLZUZlgiI/AAAAAAAAAzg/x-_5iqsm_A4/s400/normal_80642798.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350429624405164578" /&gt;WADDUP?!&lt;div&gt;I'm currently effing bored. And yesterday I watched News and they had confirmed that school is as usual and will be opening next week. WOhho. A huge relief man. I'm just so bored at home. And school is the only reason that I can go out and spend time outside. Plus of course I'll be hanging around. It's been a real long time since Rahmah and I meet up after school. But I can't find a free space plus I'll be spending most of my time at cantee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n after school with my close friends(: Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkCZysNZidI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XEtQ8wUIrh0/s400/coraline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350445453456017874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This movie is awesome!But they are not in cinemas yet but I bought the "DVD". So anyways I'll rate it 5/5. It's really awesome and realistic. All the effects are cool(: Imagine it in 3D!(: So I still got nothing to do and my assignment are not completed plus I better get started on my tuition homework.(-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently listening: Florida ft Wynter-Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/36235845-4811730502337206755?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4811730502337206755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4811730502337206755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4811730502337206755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4811730502337206755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SkCLZUZlgiI/AAAAAAAAAzg/x-_5iqsm_A4/s72-c/normal_80642798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7801346243510626025</id><published>2009-06-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:46:27.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sj5VXFfsVmI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lOksgLkHMHM/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 555px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sj5VXFfsVmI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lOksgLkHMHM/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349807262463186530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:medium;"&gt;How hot is this guy above? MAAAAAAAAN.I know bad quality. But he's just so effing hot.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Click the picture so that it will be clear and enlarged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7801346243510626025?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7801346243510626025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7801346243510626025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7801346243510626025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7801346243510626025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/david.html' title='David A.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sj5VXFfsVmI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lOksgLkHMHM/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-5782573565097537158</id><published>2009-06-21T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:21:05.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be Paranoid.</title><content type='html'>WADDUP?!&lt;div&gt;I don't really know where to start because I got nothing much to say. I heard that some schools in Singapore are going to close for another a week because of this stupid H1N1 flu. I just really hope our school ain't closing for another week cause I'll be bored. Anyways today is Father's Day. I really forget to wish my dad. How bad. Tsk tsk tsk. Tomorrow I got 0 plan. Plus today when my family and me went to Swensens guess who I saw? DIYANAH. Whoa. I was damn speechless. She looked effing different. And mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m purposely told her about the recent outing of me and Rahmah. Th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en when she walked away I told mom NOT to tell any of the "KIDDO" about any outing especially me and rahmah and she was all nak jealouskan. I was like ok. So blah blah blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sj5AvQhrrDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xvG1m8yG9nE/s400/0001116875-25748L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349784587996998706" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sj5BQrAXqoI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vT1Pawy5UZ8/s400/0001116869-93176L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349785162040715906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How hot is this guy?^^^^(David Archuleta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways I am bored and got nothing much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm....I better get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYE.&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/36235845-5782573565097537158?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5782573565097537158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=5782573565097537158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5782573565097537158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5782573565097537158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-be-paranoid.html' title='I must be Paranoid.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sj5AvQhrrDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xvG1m8yG9nE/s72-c/0001116875-25748L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-5007963480396615511</id><published>2009-06-19T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:06:05.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A place called here.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;div&gt;I'm like bored ok? I just wanna chat with [insertname]. He was online just now but man. He went offline. Sucha waste aye? haha. I must say the video that Rahmah gave me was funny. It was stomaching. HA. Anyways next week will be the last week of Summer "vacation". I swear 4 weeks aint enough. At least 12 weeks which is the same as 3 months(: But it'll bit a lil drag for me cause both my laptop and desktop is amazingly stupid for being spoilt. And trust me it'll take an ifinity for it to be repaired. But you know what I really prefer desktop then laptop. I'm not sure why. I've got no other plans. Except that my parents wants to go swimming. MAAN. I don't have the appropriate attire for that. But whatever. I got tuition tomorrow and I haven't even start on the homework given. An express paper?! HAHA. But express paper is ok. It's like N.A paper except it's advance. Next two weeks is school. And even though it's going to be a drag, I can't wait to go to school. And speaking of school, ya'll remember how weird it is that my primary school friends are contacting me. In blogs, plurks, friendster and MSN. Mind you I don't have face book. But thats not the point. The point is it's awkward. Like out of pink. Some of us used to be "enemies". Some pulled my hair. Some smiled. And others gossip. Though I really got over it. I miss those little times. HA. Anyways I guess thats all for today aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Britney Spears- If u seek Amy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-5007963480396615511?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5007963480396615511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=5007963480396615511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5007963480396615511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/5007963480396615511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/place-called-here.html' title='A place called here.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2223427016467393204</id><published>2009-06-14T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:24:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gigi melayang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SjobxiU17lI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7UtGND6S96I/s1600-h/drag_me_to_hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SjobxiU17lI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7UtGND6S96I/s400/drag_me_to_hell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348618045297651282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAY! I watched "Drag me to hell" with Rahmah. Was damn exciting. The sound effect was great the storyline is fantastic. The suspense was awesome! I kept covering my eyes with my hand! HAHA. Pretty awesome huh? So overall 5/5!(: HAHAH. Funny though that in a horror movie Rahmah and I can still laugh. But it's not only us that were laughing there were others. I won't tell what was the funny part about. But there is something to do with my post title. I wouldn't want to spoil it do I? LOL.I forget to tell you that when I we want to go there,ya'll know we usually take 190 right? And so I used my 55coins instead of my EZ-link. Then when I put 60cents this stupid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malay bus driver &lt;/span&gt;rudely asked me how many cents? So I said 60cents. And he was all bus pass! Eh WHAT THE CRAP? He so full of crap. He is a malay for goodness sake! RACIST! Maybe I should use the way the old lady curse the lady. But it seems that people don't believe that I'm 14. Even when I ordered the KFC student meal they asked for my EZ-link. But could I blame them? Why not? Then after that GREAT movie went to Isetan for a while. Bought this cute pencil. Blah blah blah. Went to Far East Plaza. Bought a new friendship band. Then went to Wheelock place. Took a 'lil bit of pictures. Then went to Wisma. Bought a cotton on body charity bag and then took 190. Went to BPP. Bought Bubble tea. Then walked home. We said our goodbyes and then went home. So overall the outing was effing great!((((:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I repeat eh, the outing was EFFING GREEEEAAAATT!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So overall I bought a pencil,Cotton on body charity bag, friendship band and nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Lady Gaga-Eh eh(Petshop boys remix)&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/36235845-2223427016467393204?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2223427016467393204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=2223427016467393204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2223427016467393204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2223427016467393204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/ehhhhh.html' title='Gigi melayang.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SjobxiU17lI/AAAAAAAAAyA/7UtGND6S96I/s72-c/drag_me_to_hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7041006005032355503</id><published>2009-06-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:56:55.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop crushing in silecnce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SjW_mJmdeaI/AAAAAAAAAx4/g2PKEP8AUz8/s1600-h/88111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SjW_mJmdeaI/AAAAAAAAAx4/g2PKEP8AUz8/s400/88111111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347390794705500578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How hooooot is that guy^^^^(Taylor Lautner)&lt;div&gt;MAAAAAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's effing hot(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DARRRRN . Thats the only pic I can find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking about this Hottaye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have ya'll seen New Moon's trailer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's on MTV  Movie Awards 2009 yesterday afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so going to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an hour or so I'll be heding down to Sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunty Kelly invited us to chatlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we're NOT sleeping there(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom still upstairs and still in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad went to interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see what I'm doing righttttt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UGHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I stop crushing in silence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept on thinking that I could talk to him like face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I looked at him I will run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am NOT brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways I've got nothing to do on Tuesday and Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to revise-I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Kak Dillah(tuition teacher)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like out of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;she gave me problems by sub and elimintaion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I was panicking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally forget BOTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was all "you forget eh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No textbook to refer to, she hold my file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could tell by her eyes shes irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But irritated with what or with who is what I'm curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus going out on the 18th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I CAN'T WIAITTTTT!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok,&lt;br /&gt;Better get ready-.-&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:Lady Gaga-Fashion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7041006005032355503?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7041006005032355503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7041006005032355503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7041006005032355503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7041006005032355503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-crushing-in-silecnce.html' title='Stop crushing in silecnce.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SjW_mJmdeaI/AAAAAAAAAx4/g2PKEP8AUz8/s72-c/88111111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6305216872539664135</id><published>2009-06-11T02:58:00.051-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:28:25.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA LAND.</title><content type='html'>WADDUP?!&lt;div&gt;MAAAAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom said Aunty Kelly is organising a chaylet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one of the "KIDDO" just called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told me and rahmah to organise an outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For who the three of us or the "KIDDO"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me kiddo is nothing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get over ya'll takes me a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can just dream of us going out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I hear you want us to go out Hari Raya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean to hurt your feelings but you haven't get over "KIDDO"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I feel bad for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because if  "KIDDO" really cares they would've call up and say they want an outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi suareh pon tak dengar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me is it fair for us to be organising when non of them cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, I just bloghopped today and found this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all rumours/gossips and fashion advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.gossips-cameras.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady in Purple Scarf rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her fashion advice tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess thats all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Jonas Brothers-SOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6305216872539664135?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6305216872539664135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6305216872539664135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6305216872539664135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6305216872539664135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/lala-land_11.html' title='LALA LAND.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2233778613346168987</id><published>2009-06-09T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:09:28.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO.HELLO.HELLO.HELLO.HELLO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Si4XEbuDhdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VjXZgWqLJjE/s1600-h/barbie-wedding-dress-carolina-herrera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Si4XEbuDhdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VjXZgWqLJjE/s400/barbie-wedding-dress-carolina-herrera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345235172663199186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember those days when we used to dream that we all want to be like Barbie?&lt;br /&gt;                         Seriously? All girls were spoilt brats.&lt;br /&gt;                          Little girls dreamt of being a princess with long "white"(blonde) hair,high heels,glitter.&lt;br /&gt;                          Long legs,being as perfect as Barbie?&lt;br /&gt;                          Raise your hand if you used to be as spoilt as that?&lt;br /&gt;                          If you don't raise up your hand,I don't believe you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the outing with NOOB!(:&lt;br /&gt;Which is next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch "drag me to hell".&lt;br /&gt;YAHHOO.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;Better get going.&lt;br /&gt;BYE A-HOLES:DDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-2233778613346168987?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Si4XEbuDhdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/VjXZgWqLJjE/s72-c/barbie-wedding-dress-carolina-herrera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8192423178329353675</id><published>2009-06-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:04:40.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT THAT CRAP UP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Si0i_pEtEsI/AAAAAAAAAxo/HyMtwVFJvG8/s1600-h/hannah-montana-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Si0i_pEtEsI/AAAAAAAAAxo/HyMtwVFJvG8/s400/hannah-montana-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344966809511334594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAAAAAAN,&lt;div&gt;I've been wanting to watch this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't feel like watching it online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to buy it just now but they say it ain't that clear yet-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also wanna watch drag me to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently chatting with sabrina and NOOB(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning with NOOB for an outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got nothing much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm ok with my cousin who said she was only "joking" about the comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm ok with her now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;errr..so basically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an appoinment with NOOB on thursday on the 11th to watch a movie at Town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GEREK OR WHAAAt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to buy a basic MANGO t-shirt but mom said if I wear that I look like the sales girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listened to her instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause if I don't I may regret-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKOK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this few days lots of my primary school friends are socialising with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through plurk,MSN or even blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's kinda awkward to be socialising with them after 2and a half year of seperation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Noob I'm fine but with the rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Diana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where she go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But frankly I don't really miss my primary friends except the close one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is only NOOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful to be stuck with her.(((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri a&lt;/span&gt;t my Aunt's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she got a cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damn I'm scared of cats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this cat ain't those who lie around &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lek lek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this cat is super hyper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when my stupid cousin run around the house I would scold her and scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because 100% the stupid cat will follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel like throwing the cat through the kitchen window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stress &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gilerh dengan tu kuceeeeeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOSO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya'll later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Pussycat dolls-Hush Hush Hush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Si0i_pEtEsI/AAAAAAAAAxo/HyMtwVFJvG8/s72-c/hannah-montana-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3431117444332361324</id><published>2009-06-04T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:16:28.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at the Museum 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiedQb149dI/AAAAAAAAAxg/oQxgPZp0-LE/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiedQb149dI/AAAAAAAAAxg/oQxgPZp0-LE/s400/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343412388575638994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 42px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiedFBRWXQI/AAAAAAAAAxY/_oHDnbigzfc/s400/4star.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343412192464493826" /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Night at the Museum starring Ben Stiller as Larry Daley was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fantastic!&lt;/span&gt; Though some of the parts were a little bit boring, the rest of the movie was fun. MAAAAN! The movie is full of comedy,action and sweetness. And of course bitterness. I cannot imagine if I were there at night with all of the statues being alive.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                 xoxo, Perkins(dian) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YESSAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Like finally I write my own review!&lt;br /&gt;WEEHOO!(:&lt;br /&gt;You guys should check out the movie.(:&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEE.  &lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3431117444332361324?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3431117444332361324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3431117444332361324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3431117444332361324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3431117444332361324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-at-museum-starring-ben-stiller-as.html' title='Night at the Museum 2.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiedQb149dI/AAAAAAAAAxg/oQxgPZp0-LE/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-181478798740820275</id><published>2009-06-04T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:11:20.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sid7Sx-LF3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/JI4J_85Li1M/s1600-h/Photo+80.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sid7Sx-LF3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/JI4J_85Li1M/s400/Photo+80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343375045480355698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MAAAAAAN.&lt;div&gt;I tell you, this month is the season of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that most of my contacts in MSN are writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you so much!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He's mine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell ya'll this is the season for love-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I have picked up or decided on the outfit for the prize taking of the photography competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna watch Night at the Museum 2 nowwwwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while waiting for it to load let's talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just miss chatting with Noob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though she will only be online in the middle of the night 'till AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she'll sleep and wake up in the night and the cycle starts all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAAAAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss chatting with [insertname] as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT TO DO WHAT TO DO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUH OUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna watch Drag me to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should watch it in cinema instead of internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wohhho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is loaded.&lt;br /&gt;CIOAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate missing you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-181478798740820275?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/181478798740820275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=181478798740820275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/181478798740820275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/181478798740820275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-life.html' title='This is the life.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sid7Sx-LF3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/JI4J_85Li1M/s72-c/Photo+80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8261702149200842104</id><published>2009-06-01T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:08:13.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood for ABBA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiO2FQHIk9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_7eP17FvRXY/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiO2FQHIk9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_7eP17FvRXY/s400/Photo+55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342313784332030930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiOmIjCExmI/AAAAAAAAAww/bUb8l6B9Lqo/s1600-h/Photo+53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiOmIjCExmI/AAAAAAAAAww/bUb8l6B9Lqo/s400/Photo+53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342296248764647010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;I'm in a mood for ABBA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like out of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ya'll must be wondering what the fuck happened yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAAAAAAAAANNNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 9.00am received a call from Sab saying that the "class outing" is postponed to tuesday&gt;pissed off&gt; Decided to go Jurong Point with Alicia,Jecelyn,Sabrina&gt;Got ready&gt; At 10.25am Alicia picked me up under my block&gt;took 920&gt; Jecelyn was waiting&gt; Talking while waiting for sabrina&gt; at 11.00am plus sab called alicia saying that she lost and "accidentally" took 985 instead of 975&gt; Alicia,Jecelyn and I took 180 go to JP while Sab took MRT&gt;When we reached sab was still LOST&gt; She at Bukit Batok&gt; 15mins later sab called saying that shes at Bukit Gombak&gt; Alicia fetched sab there while Jeceln and I wait outside This Budjet outlet&gt;After like 1234567890987654321hours, they arrived&gt; went in JP&gt; SHOPPEDDDDD&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHOPPPPED EVEN MORE&gt; Saw my neighbour in the arcade&gt;Went t tis accesories shop&gt; Some chinise guy asked for Alicia's number&gt; Four of us got seperated&gt; Jecelyn and Alicia ran away from those strangers while Sab and I continued shoooping&gt; at 6.00 sab checked her phone and received a massage from Alicia saying that she went home first-.-&gt; MRT-ed to CCK with sab&gt; went to our separate ways&gt;HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well overall I bought this Book from Art Box, pink purse from this particular shop, 3for 1$ pencils which were CUTE,hotpink ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.00am got a call from Nadiah saying that there is a meeting about MEGA camp told her I can't attend need to pick G. and Aunty up from airport&gt; At 10.30am went out of bed&gt; got ready&gt;Went out at 12noon&gt; went to suntec city&gt;ate a slice of pizza&gt;went to this shop selling soft toys and was having a clearence sale&gt; I bought this large Chupa Chups reindeer which was 45$ and selling off at 10$(the picture of me with it is above^^^)&gt; went to toast box&gt; then went to budjet terminal-.-&gt; picked 'em up&gt;went to bedok had lunch&gt; then HOME SWEET HOMEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's a day I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow I AM NOT going to the "class outing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a Tuesday man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And MAYBE going to J.B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's like bummer.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get ready for tuition-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: ABBA- Mama Mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8261702149200842104?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8261702149200842104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8261702149200842104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8261702149200842104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8261702149200842104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-for-abba.html' title='Mood for ABBA?'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiO2FQHIk9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/_7eP17FvRXY/s72-c/Photo+55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-198592081569526707</id><published>2009-05-29T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:03:08.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiC-A4lyJEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Yukiir2tf2I/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiC-A4lyJEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Yukiir2tf2I/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341478080461546562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG!&lt;div&gt;Holidays are here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like FINALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was last day of school and that I am way excited that they are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I don't know what to do during my holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My laptop is indeed stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When holidays ARE here the stupid battery is dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the worst thing is that I got to wait for an internity so that my laptop shall be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's get back to yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First two periods were Mrs Ho's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really bumped when she said "Exams are over but doesn't mean no need to study"*serious face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like WHAAAAAAAAAAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DARRRRRRN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learnt new topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapter E3 I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I bet this topic is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EASY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then M.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read malay magazines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like slash-dot.slash-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That mag is BORRINGGGG I tell ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then was P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As was expected Mr Vela isn't in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I suspect he got c*n**r.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SUSPECT SO .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Mr Chin was the one who said he is seriously ILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played this game whereby throwing paperball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAAAAAAN,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad Saiful was out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infact the WHOLE class was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recess Mr Lim called all sec 2 prefects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell ya'll like out of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; he was all"Holidays aren't here yet. Have some self-discipline"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAAAAAAAAAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays will be officially on at 12.30pm SHARP for us and you said holidays aren't here yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmmppp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was REALLY curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like why did he suddenly wanna scold us for nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after I was cheered up with pizzas which were on the tables infront of the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mdm Bhasula treated us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really is kind.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was kinda sad when she said"Why I treated all of you is that I won't be teaching you next term. Because all of you will be taking History next term."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DARRRRRRRRNNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of being happy when Mdm Bhasula isn't teaching really makes me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and, next term History will all be about SINGAPORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought of me being REALLY sleepy in class during History ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school went home straight away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabrina received a message from Alicia saying she won't go to Vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAAAAAAAAAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Sabrina and I are going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOPEEDDDDOOO!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKOK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better get going and get ready for tomorrow's outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh mom took my 2bucks and she owe me 5bucks cause I used my money first for top-up-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my EZ-link card-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEEEEAAAAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Taylor Swift: You're not sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's been days since I've seen your face.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              I ain't happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              Just feel ok.&lt;/blockquote&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/36235845-198592081569526707?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/198592081569526707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=198592081569526707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/198592081569526707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/198592081569526707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/holidddddddddaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyysssssss.html' title='HOLIDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSS!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SiC-A4lyJEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Yukiir2tf2I/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7669270855556547872</id><published>2009-05-28T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:49:38.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you have to lose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iYThr8gI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qWUZySdbA5I/s1600-h/Photo+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iYThr8gI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qWUZySdbA5I/s400/Photo+51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814377805935106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iYCDsMDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1Jss0Fb_NWQ/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iYCDsMDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/1Jss0Fb_NWQ/s400/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814373116719154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iX7n9BOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UVVcj0jEt10/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iX7n9BOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UVVcj0jEt10/s400/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814371389768930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iIXgNmsI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Zxb7tXLVUhY/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iIXgNmsI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Zxb7tXLVUhY/s400/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814103995587266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iICwvmrI/AAAAAAAAAwA/lBvoPcZRSPQ/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iICwvmrI/AAAAAAAAAwA/lBvoPcZRSPQ/s400/Photo+30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814098427779762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iH_HuFmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/xAXDJQ5yhS4/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iH_HuFmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/xAXDJQ5yhS4/s400/Photo+29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814097450407522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iHudZL2I/AAAAAAAAAvw/qAyxHoMFats/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iHudZL2I/AAAAAAAAAvw/qAyxHoMFats/s400/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814092977909602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iHg2r4yI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kSKz7HVTwyU/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iHg2r4yI/AAAAAAAAAvo/kSKz7HVTwyU/s400/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340814089325896482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gooooooooooiinggggggggg crazzy! &lt;div&gt;My results are out and they are fantasticccccc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get a U-grade. Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways Adam LAMEbert, asked me how I did that logo at the end of ever post of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I offered to help but he declined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT CAN I SAY AYE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow is the last day of school and that Vivo City trip is getting nearer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MANNNNNNNNNN,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently chatting with [insertname] and Sabrina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darrrrrrrrrn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart beats that fast ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But WTFFFFFFFFF? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He offline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like? Without a bye? DARRRN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe I got to get use to it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I don't really have that much stuffs to post. Just posting so that this blog don't look dead. PATHETIC?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AYEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKOK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to: Miley Cyrus-The Climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What can I say but just to look at your face.&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Eventhough you didn't talk to me before, my heart would beat fast when your eyes meet mine.&lt;br /&gt;                                                              But I just acted nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;                                                               But just to get on with my life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/36235845-7669270855556547872?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7669270855556547872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7669270855556547872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7669270855556547872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7669270855556547872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-you-have-to-lose.html' title='Sometimes you have to lose.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sh5iYThr8gI/AAAAAAAAAwg/qWUZySdbA5I/s72-c/Photo+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1838316228458901419</id><published>2009-05-25T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:57:14.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Anything wrong tell me aye?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuukR4U_KI/AAAAAAAAAvg/SQ6gGIsERqc/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuuIwqvuVI/AAAAAAAAAuw/M0SkNhLSMPI/s400/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340053248704231762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuuIn6KeRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/bYlm5lSPDtc/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuuIn6KeRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/bYlm5lSPDtc/s400/Photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340053246352980242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuuIXHmiII/AAAAAAAAAug/BAm5DzU2hOM/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuuIXHmiII/AAAAAAAAAug/BAm5DzU2hOM/s400/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340053241845942402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuuIIoKO6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/RmZKDClEhlM/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuuIIoKO6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/RmZKDClEhlM/s400/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340053237955967906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CLICK TO ENLARGE EVERY SINGLE OF THE WEBCAM PICS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div&gt;Second post of the day and I still owe ya'll a book review aye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm... Sunday class outing. Can't wait actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But but but some of us can't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't be that fun 'cause not the whole will be there. But well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are organising another one at East Coast Park, chatlet I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But SERIOUSLY I can't go. Mom said it's too far. She told me to suggest the organiser to organise it at the Bukit Panjang park. I don't know luh. 'Cause sometimes it's either they don't like it OR they don't take it seriously. TYPICAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which another 2 months and it'll be my birthday. Though on that month I would be needing MORE money because all my Barbie girls-Alicia,Jecelyn and Sabrina are August babies so I'll be kind of bankrupt on that month. Either or neither. DARRRRRN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go shop 'till I drop. But I gotta wait till Raya 'cause it's the only occasion whereby I don't have to work my butt off for getting money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays will officially start on Friday,12.30pm for me. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And MOST...god damn it this song is fucking irritating,hold on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKOK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, as I was saying, most of my friends are finding job. Well to tell you the truth I don't really agree with teens like us who are still in sec 2 to work. Cause we are too young, i guess. And that I'm afraid if I work I won't be interested in my studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; okok I better get going ayeeee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1838316228458901419?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1838316228458901419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1838316228458901419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1838316228458901419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1838316228458901419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/anything-wrong-tell-me-aye.html' title='&quot;Anything wrong tell me aye?&quot;'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShuukR4U_KI/AAAAAAAAAvg/SQ6gGIsERqc/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6394142487030036748</id><published>2009-05-25T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:13:54.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most.</title><content type='html'>HELLO. You know usually if I'm posting I will be sharing some pictures/videos or even captured picture. But not today. I'm using my mom's laptop. Sucks. Yes eventhough it's Apple but you see, I don't really like Apple because it's friggin troublesome. There's no right key. Can you imagine that? No right key. Irrit. I can't do anything or even put videos here. But anyways currently waiting for Geography test report. haha. Ya'll must be wondering why I'm posting as early as 8.40am. Hmppp... because I'm doing assignments on asknlearn and the inside battery of my laptop is dead. I swear I'm pissed off by this because I've downloaded songs and that laptop of mine is dead. Sucha waste of time. MAAAN. I wanna go shopping and ouh I can't wait to go Vivo with my class. It's a huge experience to go with my classmates and not my normal arses.&lt;div&gt;School is school. Nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except I was punished for not telling her that sabrina, alicia and I went to the toilet. How LAME is that? PREEEEEETTTY LAME. Ending up we sat at the enterance of the classroom and talking. K, then Cekgu Fatimah came in and spoilt it by saying "If you sit down to me it is not punishing." Saaaaaaay WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? Not punishment? Man. Being embaressed is the main punishment. I think. This Thursday will be PTC. DARRRRN. I hope the C.C doesn't tell mom about me being punished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently chatting with Noob bestie and Saiful aka Adam LAMEbert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I'm still doing asknlearn that lame thing. PFFTTT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I want a new story book. Here is an interesting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShtJGI6lxsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9RKVl-OWgVg/s400/2180_Full_TheGift.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339942152999126722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Niche huh? I can't c[y paste the review so I owe ya'll a review.&lt;br /&gt;Man yesterday Sabrina, alicia and I went to find for this nail polish that I wanted but don't have. Then I asked Sab if I can borrow hers and she agreed so when I asked, she told me her mom like don't allow beause her mom took away all her nail polish-.- well what to do. WHAT TO DO. okok. I better get going.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYEEEEE SUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I will be back the next 1234567890987654321 days.&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to: Hannah Montana-Supergirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm super cool&lt;br /&gt;                          Super hot.&lt;br /&gt;                           Livin like a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;                           I'm super &lt;br /&gt;                           I'm super&lt;br /&gt;                           On the cover of your magazine&lt;br /&gt;                           Wherever I go they make a scene&lt;br /&gt;                           I'm super-super&lt;br /&gt;                           I'm super-duper&lt;br /&gt;                           So you wanna be just like&lt;br /&gt;                           So you wanna be just like&lt;br /&gt;                            Think you wanna be like me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6394142487030036748?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6394142487030036748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6394142487030036748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6394142487030036748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6394142487030036748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShtJGI6lxsI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/9RKVl-OWgVg/s72-c/2180_Full_TheGift.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1584652360899184836</id><published>2009-05-22T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:09:06.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE CRAAAAPPP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShagG1D_0lI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bP7cKete56A/s1600-h/Demi+Lovato..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShagG1D_0lI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bP7cKete56A/s400/Demi+Lovato..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338630447477805650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Shaf2hz7GAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/x6JbtJIW6aE/s1600-h/Demi+Levato2..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Shaf2hz7GAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/x6JbtJIW6aE/s400/Demi+Levato2..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338630167432206338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told yaaaa there's more. AHAHA. It's lame I know. So what? It's 9.05pm and [insertname] is still not online. Currently chatting with Noob. *SHOUTTT where the hell is he? I've been waiting since I was online and that was 3.00pm. Which is 123456543210 hours agoooo. Where is he? God. Doing my usual stuffs except that I'm doing some stuffs so that on Tuesday morning I won't go MIA. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ugghh like finally [insertname] is online. WEE.&lt;br /&gt;Going now. Post sooner then soon&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;currently listening to: Taylor Swift: You belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1584652360899184836?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1584652360899184836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1584652360899184836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1584652360899184836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1584652360899184836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-craaaappp.html' title='WHAT THE CRAAAAPPP?'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShagG1D_0lI/AAAAAAAAAuI/bP7cKete56A/s72-c/Demi+Lovato..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6170545572836122059</id><published>2009-05-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:48:47.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up in vegas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShZKIagWr1I/AAAAAAAAAto/Mo9ecDI6k-M/s1600-h/Waking+up+in+vegas..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShZKIagWr1I/AAAAAAAAAto/Mo9ecDI6k-M/s320/Waking+up+in+vegas..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535916708736850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShZKIf2oi1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/Oz1dqnbTYqQ/s1600-h/Waking+up+in+vegas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShZKIf2oi1I/AAAAAAAAAtg/Oz1dqnbTYqQ/s320/Waking+up+in+vegas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535918144359250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShZKILudf4I/AAAAAAAAAtY/4qLMpDRjVFU/s1600-h/Waking+up+in+vegas+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShZKILudf4I/AAAAAAAAAtY/4qLMpDRjVFU/s320/Waking+up+in+vegas+three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535912741371778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. waking up in Vegas shall be my dream. You see those pictures above?^^^ HAHA. I capture it in the video. I know right lame? But I'm friggin lazy to search for more pictures so instead the video luh durrh. it's kinda blur right? HAHA. jyeah. You guys gonna see this for the next 299986373526 posts. HAHA. lame huh? OKOK so lets talk about my school days aiite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So started my day well. HA. Kinda excited to see [insertname]. HA. Especially after chatting with him 'till 4.00am. ha. Funny lorh. Yes when I see his face I was like... Anyways had photo taking which I waited for it till 4.00pm. There's the paiseyh incident where this guy shouted my name from the concourse. ha. *paiseyhh* So ended my Thursday by sleeping early 'till I didn't pack my friggin bag-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday wasn't the thing which I was really looking forward to. Eventhough the weekends are here. But ha. My after recess duty is at sec 1e1 but this rip off just shouted "dier nak step sec 1!" WHAAAAAAAT DIDDDD YOOOOUUUUU SAIDDD? Nak steeeep? hahaha. LAMEEEE. Darn. If I ain't doing my duty what for should I be in the sec 1e1 classroom after recess? You think I got nothing better to do? Well FYI I can hang out with my friends like you ok? HA. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Think&lt;/span&gt; before saying luh ok? And ouh that wannabe of yours ha. Your mouth uh. I can't stand it sia. You said that Sabrina and I are racist? RACIST. hahaha. You must be B-L-I-N-D. HAHAH. If we are racist like what you said would we be still hanging out with Alicia and Jecelyn? HAHA. No shame uh you? You talk crap alot 'till your mouth looks crap. HAHA. Such an A-hole. And my day at school ended up with a drink in the canteen while looking at [insertname]'s face. WEE! (Which actually cheered me up after hearing those criticisms which some A-holes said to us hahaha. And BTW if the whole class doesn't want me and sabrina to go then it's ok because we can just go other venues. Ouh and don't think we don't suspect anyone aiite.)&lt;br /&gt;So that what really happened and ouh it was dramatic. I swear it is. HAHA. And you must be wondering hows my results for MYE. Well it's fantastic actually I'm making progress though. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;okok I better get going and I bet there will be the second or third.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;currently listening:Hannah Montana-Let's get crazy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6170545572836122059?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6170545572836122059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6170545572836122059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6170545572836122059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6170545572836122059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-up-in-vegas.html' title='Waking up in vegas.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShZKIagWr1I/AAAAAAAAAto/Mo9ecDI6k-M/s72-c/Waking+up+in+vegas..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8375938918388408294</id><published>2009-05-20T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:57:09.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently pissed off with mom. I swear she made my mood goes...&lt;br /&gt;Just five minutes ago she  called me and said she was at BPP. And I was all for what? She said she wants to buy cake for grandma since it's her birthday right? And so I was all why didn't you called me? So she was all I forget. And I was llike ouhk then I come now. Then she said you haven't shower. Then I said I want to shower now. Then she said no need. And was all ok.. And I was already starting to get pissed off from there. Then she persuaded me here and there. Come onnnnnnnnn. She can just called me when she's at my Aunt's house. And sometimes I don't understand my aunt. Whenever she has something new put up at her house 100% she will cal both my g. and my mom. Come on. Friggin self-fish sia. Sometimes I don't understand why the hell must she call both my g. and mom everytime. Like WTH sia? uggggh. Friggin pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like throwing out and I want to chat with [insertname] nowwww. UGHH. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8375938918388408294?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8375938918388408294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8375938918388408294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8375938918388408294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8375938918388408294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-6780364778960929881</id><published>2009-05-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:52:11.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>WADDDDDDDDDDDDUPPP!*wide smile*&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/crazyy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohooo. Am friggin happy. Yesterday night or should I say this morning I chatted with [insertname] 'till 4.00am! And waking up at 2.00pm what a record sia. Obviously I found what more about [insertname] personally. Jyeah. I've learnt so much about [insertname]. Chatting with him rocks ok?&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/okitrocks.gif" felt="" sad="" to="" end="" that="" conversation="" with="" a="" goodbye="" but="" overall="" i="" had="" and="" then="" what="" else="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. While I was in my Lala Land, I dreamt that I failed DnT and getting 4 out of 100. Uggghh&lt;br /&gt;Just hopefully I don't get a single digit as my result. I swear even if I hate DnT it'll make emberassed. Ridiculous huh?&lt;br /&gt;But other then that mom asked me who I was chatting with. So I lied I was chatting with Noob. I had no choice right? She suspects I have a boyfriend. Like WHAAAAAAAAAAT? A boyfriend. hahaha. Boyfriend isn't the word luh basically. Ouh boy ouh boy Ouh boy! I want the nail polish which will white up my nails. Weeheee. Just asked mom for that. And she was all "see first luh" Then there will be a small chance that mom will buy for me but a huge possibility that I won't get what I asked for. Uggggh I need moneyyyy like NOWWW.&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/moneeeeeeyOMG.gif" riyann="" got="" a="" new="" pair="" of="" specs="" and="" to="" briefly="" describe="" him="" this="" is="" how="" he="" looks="" /&gt; And Riyann got a new specs . And here is a picture which briefly shows how Riyann looke like with his new specs:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShO0j9DVCgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VPI2-QKQtRI/s1600-h/uglyyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShO0j9DVCgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VPI2-QKQtRI/s320/uglyyy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337808513141115394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny right? The specs looks bigger than his eyes and face. What can I say right? I just say nice and just kept laughing behind his back. LOL.okok I better get going and maybe it'll only be one post for today like durrh. And ouh I feel like revenge with every person who I hate on Earth.&lt;img src="http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq258/BUZZ-OFF/evilsmile.gif" /&gt;HAHA. Goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. BYEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-6780364778960929881?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6780364778960929881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=6780364778960929881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6780364778960929881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/6780364778960929881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShO0j9DVCgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VPI2-QKQtRI/s72-c/uglyyy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3844099013706270718</id><published>2009-05-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:02:50.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boredome kills.</title><content type='html'>Once again this is the second time I'm posting three times. I'm posting practically because I'm pissed off and that I got nothing better to do. I know I'm wasting my time but what can I do? haha. Obviously it's been a long time since I've touched my laptop and that I'm missing it. And ha. People around me start bothering me by saying I'm going to fail because I've been staring on the computer from yesterday. Well FYI I already gave Riyann to play the whole day today and that I'm being fair enough aren't I? Dare to say no? Then proof me alright? FURRR-REEEAAKS. I'm really pissed off with those people kept giving me automatic massage when they will go offline. Like the websites which are nonsense. It's friggin irritating and I feel like deleting them. What can I say it sucks BIG time though. I'm gonna be waaaaaaayyy pissed off then usual because dad will be at home most of the time until he gets a new job. He actually quited his carfour job just because of he can't stand the late night hours of working and not being close enough with the family. HA. Well what can I do right? Darn. i will be missing those days when dad will be working night shifts. SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY. ugggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway I'm pretty tired. Likse easily getting tired and that sometimes I feel like I want more sleep. haha. And Noob says it's hard for her to sleep this few days. HAHA. That's un-normal. haha. okok.&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.05am and there are some people[s] who are still online. And ouh tomorrow no school for me. I will be sleeping still at 7.00am and that person needs to wake up at 7.00am and listen to teachers talking and screaming. AWWWWWW... HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okok byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3844099013706270718?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3844099013706270718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3844099013706270718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3844099013706270718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3844099013706270718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/boredome-kills.html' title='boredome kills.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-4538211810938685345</id><published>2009-05-19T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:22:16.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAAAAAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLDXVy1avI/AAAAAAAAAsw/tUt8XvqoT40/s1600-h/Selena_Gomez_by_xQuintessencex.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 446px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLDXVy1avI/AAAAAAAAAsw/tUt8XvqoT40/s320/Selena_Gomez_by_xQuintessencex.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337543314142227186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently chatting with my Barbie and [insertname]. HAHA. I swear if Noob is online she will be laughing at me for asking those questions. HA. Too bad lorh. And I was just looking up at youtube and I found this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEJVuEwqW2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEJVuEwqW2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cool. I was way concentrating on the video though. haha. But it rule luh oiiii!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLIiWdTowI/AAAAAAAAAs4/a5XXwKa-xkk/s1600-h/ok+it+rocks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 29px; height: 25px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLIiWdTowI/AAAAAAAAAs4/a5XXwKa-xkk/s320/ok+it+rocks.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337549000857068290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say huh?&lt;br /&gt;haha. NOOB ONLINE YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!(:&lt;br /&gt;playing "i bet YOU" with her now.&lt;br /&gt;As expected I lose and Noob that was cheating you force him to reply.&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW NO SCHOOL! gerek or whaaat?&lt;br /&gt;and and my karma has gone up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLQz98pagI/AAAAAAAAAtA/wJBQDLsUt8I/s1600-h/keneng+naek2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLQz98pagI/AAAAAAAAAtA/wJBQDLsUt8I/s320/keneng+naek2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337558099608300034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I started my day off from school by waking up at 12.30pm. Kinda my first time in this year for me to wake up at 12.30pm.  But anyways after waking up I just sat around being crazy. And then something pissed me off. G.. SH easked me to do this and that and then told me to vacumn. Hello, I don't really do house chores. WTH right? and so I just did it. Then Nurul wanna help so I gave her the thingy. Then coincidently G was there and I asked Nurul for the thingy. Then G was all "ouh kalau aderh aku baru nak buat!" I was like WTF? WTFFFF? I've made my effort and she was there to say that I didn't do anything?? I'm pissed off.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLVrSsvxSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Hsbb8qlxgEo/s1600-h/a5ae31c4185bc60cd006650dc10f8147.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 33px; height: 37px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLVrSsvxSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Hsbb8qlxgEo/s320/a5ae31c4185bc60cd006650dc10f8147.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337563448118068514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blah bla blah. tuition. As usual. But today I learnt chapter 6 of maths and it ain't difficult. hmmm...Not confusing at all too. just concentrate. Except that there'll be new figures like kite. Kinda weird. But basically it's easy. HAHA. Anyways I don't know what to do later on cause Noob will be schooling tomorrow and surely she'll sleep early.(i guess?)&lt;br /&gt;But anyways I better get going. I'm pissed off. Dad will be at home until he gets a new job. I can't beleive he actually resigned from his carefour job or else he will sometimes not be at home at night. It ain't that great luh. I'M FRIGGIN PISSED OFF WITH EVERYONE NOWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-4538211810938685345?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4538211810938685345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=4538211810938685345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4538211810938685345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/4538211810938685345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/whaaaaat.html' title='WHAAAAAT?'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShLDXVy1avI/AAAAAAAAAsw/tUt8XvqoT40/s72-c/Selena_Gomez_by_xQuintessencex.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7409467747397701052</id><published>2009-05-19T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:09:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShJzeSD2CxI/AAAAAAAAAso/g8CU2N93unc/s1600-h/red_shoes_by_nvdhoek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShJzeSD2CxI/AAAAAAAAAso/g8CU2N93unc/s320/red_shoes_by_nvdhoek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337455472468691730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHHHH! Yesterday night or should I say this morning around 1.00am Noob and I started a game called "i bet YOU". Well it's a simple game where you dare that person to do stuff for example Noob dared me to chat with [insertname]. If does not he reply Noob give me what we had bet and if he replies I owe Noob. HA.  It's a crazy fun game uh. SERIOUSLY. You should try doing that. So right now I owe Noob $2 and a chicken wing from Old Chang Kee. I swear playing with her, we will end up losing instead. HA. Obviiusly she has expected this way before. Sao this morning she dared me to do the same thing of starting the conversation. Well end up [insertname] chat with me 'tilol 1.30am. HA. It was fun though. Well my hopes are high.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow no school(: WOOT*&lt;br /&gt;I still have not plann what to do tomorrow. Whether to go out or to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally bored this few days though.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;OKOK I better get going nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEE:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7409467747397701052?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7409467747397701052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7409467747397701052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7409467747397701052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7409467747397701052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-shoes.html' title='red shoes.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShJzeSD2CxI/AAAAAAAAAso/g8CU2N93unc/s72-c/red_shoes_by_nvdhoek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3819346322928713989</id><published>2009-05-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:51:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WANNABES.</title><content type='html'>Ok this is consider as my 3rd post for the day and I got nothing better to do but to post.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder why alot of people call themselves kecik,cute,baby,small or montel or whatever which really relates with small? Its kinda typical. And sometimes if I think gain, they are like wannabes. UGGGH.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShGQMDUjt5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/0WWpQ6JRLj4/s1600-h/icon+16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 23px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShGQMDUjt5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/0WWpQ6JRLj4/s320/icon+16.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337205570135111570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HA. Check check they aren't small, they are about my size and is that what they call small? thats not what I call small. EHEEEEEEEEEM.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm having phobia with wannabes. YEEEEEEP. I AM.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShGQMDUjt5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/0WWpQ6JRLj4/s1600-h/icon+16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 23px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShGQMDUjt5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/0WWpQ6JRLj4/s320/icon+16.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337205570135111570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently playing i bet YOU with Noob-.-&lt;br /&gt;*no confidence&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3819346322928713989?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3819346322928713989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3819346322928713989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3819346322928713989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3819346322928713989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/wannabes.html' title='WANNABES.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShGQMDUjt5I/AAAAAAAAAsg/0WWpQ6JRLj4/s72-c/icon+16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-2277341996648321672</id><published>2009-05-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:15:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just smile at him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShF6h2rkOKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hdczzxf74LI/s1600-h/Plurk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShF6h2rkOKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hdczzxf74LI/s320/Plurk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337181755443263650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this picture is random. I had no picture so I just captured it. And ouh I love plurk. I don't man. I just randomly join and here I am accidentally enjoying it. And I can't stand what happened today. Lots I guess? Including this morning. ONly Noob knows(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uofPi5D4T3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uofPi5D4T3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! Hamtaro? jyeah. I miss watching this anime. It's irresistebly cute. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I got a Hamster I should call him Hamtaro. Well I will NEVER have a pet. Cause I'm not use to it. Especially when G. will NEVER allow 'em. Even my aunt's cat she doen't really approve though. HA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just need him. I miss looking at his face. I miss the feeling of when my heart beats fast when he looks at me from far. I miss having that long long MSN-ing conversation with him. I JUST MISS HIM. But what can the people around me do but just to "ouh" "eh" "ok" or even pathetically no reply/ sarcastic anwser.&lt;br /&gt;BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok I basically got nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;blueks*&lt;br /&gt;And currently gossiping/bitching with my Noob bestie who is the best damn thing. Heres a little sneaky-peeky to proof that we aren't kidding on gossiping/bitching about people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShGECM-L4GI/AAAAAAAAAsY/DdPcI5tbd20/s1600-h/gossiping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShGECM-L4GI/AAAAAAAAAsY/DdPcI5tbd20/s320/gossiping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337192206787403874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOHHOOO! jyeah.and right now we are gossiping about wannabes in my class. HA. Pathetic. What can I say? She doesn't realise what they are actually trying to do.*evil smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Friendtser is sooooooooooooooooo friggin boring nowadays. Theres nothing much we can do except commenting etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;HA. I feel like puking looking at some of their pictures. They just came here and they tak epictures as though...&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get 'em.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over so that means late night sleeps(:&lt;br /&gt;While somebody needs to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;*sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;okok I better get going and gossip more with Noob.&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-2277341996648321672?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2277341996648321672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=2277341996648321672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2277341996648321672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/2277341996648321672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-i-just-smile-at-him.html' title='Can I just smile at him?'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/ShF6h2rkOKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hdczzxf74LI/s72-c/Plurk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-7814332990896878503</id><published>2009-05-17T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:04:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-holes!</title><content type='html'>OKOK.&lt;br /&gt;one by one first aiite?&lt;br /&gt;Firstly Maths paper one is like friggin easy. Eventhough I didn't do the map scale and the stupid inequality solving by number line, but overall its easy. Especially algebra. And when I asked my friends and not rip-offs and wannabes for the last question mostly put 7workers. But when I asked isn't the question asking for "How many more workers will they need to complete painting in 5 days?" And they were all "Huh really uh? I never see leh" Was it my eyes or was it theirs? I don't know. Haiiyooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly Art.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. I am feeling confident for art because I've drawn what I had plan to draw. But in the middle of the Art exam some rip-offs keep doing the lizard sound. HA. They just want to be sarcastic to me just because I recently tsk-ed to one of them. HA. PATHETIC. That one also want to imitate. What only.&lt;br /&gt;THIRD.&lt;br /&gt;After school hanged out with Alicia, Alicia's cousin named Gekpeng but I will call her Tiara instead, Sabrina and Jecelyn. Had a blast. At first I was kinda nervous with her. She looks like a typical Minah. And dress like them too. But she's different from the typical ones. She doesn't walk terkangkang and she speaks softly. She doesn't shout or scream in the public, but she just talk.  But as time went by and the longer we took to know each other, shes OK. Infact she reminds me of Diana. But I'm kinda jealous of Tiara because she looks like a malay but shes actually half chinise.  Overall it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad exams are over. And no pimples/zits will be out of my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Just now I saw Zulfikri. HAHAHA. Pathetic A-hole.&lt;br /&gt;He was already out of Mc Donalds but when he sees me outside standing with my friends, he acts as if he wants to  wait for his friend. Obvioiusly I blinked. HA Suche a LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;okok I better get going&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDBYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEE!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-7814332990896878503?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7814332990896878503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=7814332990896878503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7814332990896878503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/7814332990896878503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/okok.html' title='A-holes!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1629755878433952034</id><published>2009-05-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:14:49.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you.</title><content type='html'>Currently bitching with Noob and yes it's fun bitching with her about our surroundings. Sometimes it's like friggin funny. And so we have that habit of bitching.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I miss school. Eventhough it's been only 2 days. And I miss [insertname]. He's face is like...&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is Art and Maths and I got to plan my time well. Especially Art. We only got 1hour and 30minutes. When usually we have 2hours. SUCCCCKS OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Noob and I are planning what to do on teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. Ouh yeah. It's pay back time.(:&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REVENGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OK I'm being lame. Aye,I am lame aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;I can do whatever I want right?&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT those rip-offs,durh(:&lt;br /&gt;*sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;A-HOLES.&lt;br /&gt;I better get going and iron my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1629755878433952034?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1629755878433952034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1629755878433952034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1629755878433952034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1629755878433952034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-you.html' title='I need you.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-8924810622138282112</id><published>2009-05-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:05:33.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like OMGGGG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg-3Jhx1kjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JA_x7jZ_gI4/s1600-h/Portrait_of_a_Fetish_Model_by_miss_mosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg-3Jhx1kjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JA_x7jZ_gI4/s320/Portrait_of_a_Fetish_Model_by_miss_mosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336685457771434546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;yestereday or should I say this morning at around 2.00am plus I was still chatting with my Noob bestfriend. And coincidently [insertname] was online and obviously I would always want [insertname] to start the conversation first and not me. But this Noob of mine says to start the conversation first. And ouh I bet with her. If he never reply she owe me 4$ but when he reply I owe her 2$. Well she accepts. So I actually don't really have confidence on chatting with guys. But Noob said just chat. HA. So I started the conversation with a HELLO. But when I sent, Noob suddenly said " gi ckp HELLO [oursecretcodeforhisrealname]!" And I was like "tknak uh nanti dier tau secret code" and she was all" hahaha. ok". And I wasn't really expecting this. He replied. HE REPLIEDDDD! HAHAHA. So obviously I lose. I owe Noob 2$ ): I guess she was expecting that I will be losing the bet. HA. But obviously I had fun chatting with Noob. And yes including the part where I lose the bet with her. And when I copy and paste the conversation to her she was all "awwwwwwwwwwww thats so sweet!" hahahaha. Even though it was a short conversation with no GOODBYE from [insertname] before offlin-ing. But overall chatting with [insertname] was... We had not chat since a long time.  I felt like screaaaaaming though.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother this few days always blab all the way. She's like suddenly make noise. Like put of the blue. This is sometimes Riyann's fault. Jyeah you heard me. BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAB!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;UGGGH. Auntie pecah rahsierh luh oiii. She told dad that I didn't go to Madrasah. Like WTF? And my appetite to eat has gone. Sucks luh oiii. And dad was like "no warning letter" UGGGGGH! Some people don't have common sense.  I've been trying to avoid that topic and she stupidly said to dad " Madrasah tu ponteng" A-HOLES. I tell you I'm not going to talk to her until she says sorry to me or until I accept her apology. I swear. Why can't she just seal her KPO lips. Sometimes she just gets on my nerves. LIKE WTH?G. doesn't open that topic but she just anyhow open up that damn topic. Like I want to quit Madrasaaaaaaaaah! NOW. Yes I know this is for my own good but I hate it man. I'm friggin' tired uh sia. Why can't my mom, aunts, dad and g. stop embarresing me at public/home. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow art an Maths paper 1. I'm half ready for art. I'm still doing my layout. Sucks or what.I'm  still thinking of my green combinations. Yes it's kinda hard playing colours. Especially green with green. pftttt. Like OMG right?&lt;br /&gt;GOODDDDDBYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-8924810622138282112?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8924810622138282112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=8924810622138282112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8924810622138282112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/8924810622138282112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-omgggg.html' title='Like OMGGGG!'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg-3Jhx1kjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/JA_x7jZ_gI4/s72-c/Portrait_of_a_Fetish_Model_by_miss_mosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3207237273596572603</id><published>2009-05-16T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:07:04.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg69ddUiFeI/AAAAAAAAAsA/X4AbZiuwAc4/s1600-h/Dolly_No_More_by_miss_mosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg69ddUiFeI/AAAAAAAAAsA/X4AbZiuwAc4/s320/Dolly_No_More_by_miss_mosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336410922265220578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okok this picture is kinda cool. I like it. It's called Dolly No More. Ha. They should put baby no more. HA. But the thing on the model's head says "SLUT" and I am laughing my ass off. HUHU.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm really in love with Hello Kitty. When I went to Pasar Malam or what they call it flea market all I focused on was Hello Kitty. And of course I saw LOTS of sesame street stuffs but I only bought Hello Kitty stuffs which are CUTTTTE.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still thinking what to wear to the award taking. It's kind off confusing yet when I want to confirm, I will change my mind. It's like how I wish I can buy a new outfit. UGGGGGH.&lt;br /&gt;For art. Once again I've confirm what to draw. It's kinda cool. But I will not describe it here cause someone might rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;PFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;OKOK. I'm still thinking to edit stuff in my blog okeehssss?&lt;br /&gt;GOOODDDDDDDBYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!:DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3207237273596572603?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3207237273596572603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3207237273596572603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3207237273596572603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3207237273596572603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/okok-this-picture-is-kinda-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg69ddUiFeI/AAAAAAAAAsA/X4AbZiuwAc4/s72-c/Dolly_No_More_by_miss_mosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-1357346361344020318</id><published>2009-05-15T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:31:23.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SHORT ONE.</title><content type='html'>ok I've decided not to go to the 6D outing.&lt;br /&gt;And I've added plurk. It's funny uh. I am laughing at myself for adding that application but it's kinda cool. Seeing that I got nothing much to do and that MYE will be ending on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;And I will be spending my time on laptop and less time looking at my books.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;OKOK I better go gonna follow mom refund her blouse that dad bought for her. To be honest it's UGLY. It's like nyonya nyonya one. HA. Thats why mom wants to exchange.&lt;br /&gt;OKOK&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-1357346361344020318?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1357346361344020318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=1357346361344020318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1357346361344020318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/1357346361344020318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-one.html' title='A SHORT ONE.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-3513129701530041398</id><published>2009-05-15T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:57:32.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE!(:</title><content type='html'>Ok thats a random title. Anyways today had Paper two of maths and DnT. And of course as expected I will be failing DnT. I will not be feeling anything if I fail DnT. Or even if I pass I ill be ouh ok. But jyeah you get what I mean. Those ... just can't mind their own bussinies. Always wants to spot others mistakes but instead they too are doing the mistakes. I want to "tsk" so? Don't you have your own life to do other then imitating someone else? So what if my friend wants wear coloured hairclips or even put on nail polsh and make this school as a fashion school? Does it even disturb you? You also wear those things and none of us criticise you. She helped you ALOT and this is how you repay her? I'm find if you want to make fun of me. But I don't see why you must criticise her. She had helped you from last year and may you forget about that. She spent you money and this is how you repay her? WHATEVER crap you are thinking to do just stop ok?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I was surfing youtube and I found this song. I don't know if it's  old but the song is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRqOjhNN4hQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HRqOjhNN4hQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wants to dance.(:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just did this logo for sabrina.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg0uFUcxHHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_ZAgvFQA8OY/s1600-h/Sabrina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg0uFUcxHHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_ZAgvFQA8OY/s320/Sabrina.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335971802427497586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OKOK. I better get ready cause I'm going to my Aunt's house. So basically this post is empty.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE SUCKERS.:DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-3513129701530041398?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3513129701530041398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=3513129701530041398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3513129701530041398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/3513129701530041398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance.html' title='DANCE!(:'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/Sg0uFUcxHHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_ZAgvFQA8OY/s72-c/Sabrina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36235845.post-659643843186448659</id><published>2009-05-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:54:39.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are lame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SgwwBtme_zI/AAAAAAAAArw/H04-Zv5gXMA/s1600-h/LOR_S2_RYAN_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SgwwBtme_zI/AAAAAAAAArw/H04-Zv5gXMA/s320/LOR_S2_RYAN_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335692464506208050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. &lt;div&gt;This is to people who tries to be sarcastic to me. But unfortunately you failed. GOD. That Vivo incident is like so primary 6 and if you think I will be... well you're wrong ass holes. Come on I got over that incident for already long time ago. What a stupid question. Everyone knows we can't take 920 bus to Vivo. Come on lah stop being so childish and stupid. I will NOT be entertaining people who wants to be sarcastic to me by reminding that Vivo incident. Because guess what? I've got over it uh ok? ASS HOLES. Ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People I think I'm not ready for DnT. Because I'm not putting effort for DnT. I already know I will be failing DnT. I didn't even revise that stupid subject. Why do we even have that thing. PFTT. I'm really bad at DnT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm squeezing my brains for art. I can't even draw a light bulb properly. I will be doing about green. I don't want to take wild life or battles because they are boring. SIGH* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've found out that I need to retake Maths paper 1. WTFFFF? I already got that confidence on just passing but... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Ryan is hot huh? I just watched the life of Ryan and I was all uhhhh HOTTTT!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hotter than...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiiyo 10.53pm and I have not even touched that stupid DnT. PATHETIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODBYE LAME ASSES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36235845-659643843186448659?l=pin-uppaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/feeds/659643843186448659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36235845&amp;postID=659643843186448659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/659643843186448659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36235845/posts/default/659643843186448659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pin-uppaper.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-lame.html' title='You are lame.'/><author><name>`diaannnnnnnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562927064453866910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SKWVMU0MCWI/AAAAAAAAASU/yTlvpStZk6I/S220/untitled6.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OfhogseKKrk/SgwwBtme_zI/AAAAAAAAArw/H04-Zv5gXMA/s72-c/LOR_S2_RYAN_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
