<?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-6103391809846757987</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:38:53.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEATHERS ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>where abolishment of flying off your unhappy thoughts in thin air, reminiscing all the ecstasies at the same time. keep scrolling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-9222218536683252025</id><published>2012-02-08T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:32:42.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast a spell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and your strong denial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egomaniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, Im talking infront of a disturbing enchanted mirror who traps an absurdful girl. Typically loves refusing to face reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to completely ignore the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lets eat!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-9222218536683252025?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9222218536683252025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/cast-spell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/9222218536683252025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/9222218536683252025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/cast-spell.html' title='Cast a spell'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-905211869132405262</id><published>2012-02-01T01:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:31:53.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scissors and mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every 2-3 months, my hair would grow parlous and eventually the volume definitely surpass my comfort zone which also, calls for my habitual visit to the hair salon. I love getting a haircut. It doesnt seem to bother mum, she never refuse so far Ive been living (thank you, God) and no Im not wishing for her to turn out to be someone who would instantaneously decline "Mum I need a haircut" or even to the statement of "I want a haircut."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I paid a quick visit to my regular hair salon. It was a different visit. Ive always go for my common haircut : trimming and chop off an inch but this time, "Forward layer and a little trim" I voiced out to my hairdresser before she was about to begin my usual request. Halfway through, I then recalled the miserable moment I had 2 years ago after getting a layer haircut and ended up with a huge regret, at that point I noted myself to never go for a layer haircut unless I wanna see myself as a nightmare. Done flashbacking, where do I stop? - I questioned myself while watching her sectioning my hair. But I guess its okay to repeat a mistake because umm third time's the charm? Nah too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6MqyAm_jbw/Tygv2S4xs9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/IrFA9iX9V_A/s320/431996_368249386522394_100000120071559_1550200_655761577_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703861537894151122" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check out my sunburnt skin. Im merely as twice dark as a dark chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEED LEMONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feUetQkjvLA/Tygv2ogD4oI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RbbmEp1A4F0/s320/a94dc8ca4b2e11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to feel happy of the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-905211869132405262?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/905211869132405262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/scissors-and-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/905211869132405262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/905211869132405262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/02/scissors-and-mirrors.html' title='scissors and mirrors'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6MqyAm_jbw/Tygv2S4xs9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/IrFA9iX9V_A/s72-c/431996_368249386522394_100000120071559_1550200_655761577_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-7349273993224940863</id><published>2012-01-11T20:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:02:12.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes you beautiful? I suck at titles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back sooner than I expected.. yesterday. Haha. Before I got my hands on my computer to download What Makes you Beautiful, AXN channel was advertising some clip, preview apart of their many shows, with this song and apparently it pulled my attention away from iMessaging with a friend of mine. So I went on youtube, quickly typed "Baby you light up my world like nobody else" and One Direction appeared as the results of my search. Really? Them? Again i googled in case youtube got it all wrong which is impossible but yeah. I don't fully pay attention to world trends when it comes to whats hot in the music industry, I would normally find out by - lets say for an essay, Ive heard the title but not the whole paragraphs of the storyline or probably just acknowledge its summary by bit. Not because I do not care, but keeping up with newly die hard fans makes me feel overrated and I hate knowing high competitions exist everywhere around me if I were to be in that fan base. Yeah, I am that weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRVMLaFswCo/Tw2MKSVRkAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YPEOJRkxmp0/s320/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B1112012%2B91555%2BPM.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696363212041195522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive my manner for cracking up at this scene. Couldnt help but to notice the hilariousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im leaving. Soon. But its not that im leaving forever or going off in a long period of time (referring to months). After awhile staying here during end break as a former SPM student where I was suppose or most likely families, to leave for vacations and get back by new year due to work for adults, school for children, I got used to spending my lazy days here also as I am already familiar with my environment, crowd so much. Flying to another country makes me feel heavy-hearted to leave though previously, I got more excited to travel longer and not looking forward to get back and go through the same boring routine with the same surrounding. Well this time its different. I feel like theres a big leap for no reason, probably Im growing 18? No, thats dumb, in a way. Maybe, just maybe, I dont wanna miss some people in particularly. It sucks to have that feeling carried with you wherever you move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok maybe Im exaggerating a little. Pssht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of feelings, what is it like to occur jealousy? I am always told how 'perilous' to experience that miserable feeling (pointing out to a relationship issue between a pair). Frankly, I never have jealousy towards a guy that it makes me wonder whether or not abnormality lives like a parasite somewhere inside me. I guess my inference is.. I have close relationships with my guy friends thus, why should I take it as a bothersome if my partner does the same? There is this thing called fair and square. But if your partner thinks differently, then its another story to be told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not asking for jealousy to ever haunt in me. I can picture how ugly it gets when I let it grow and have the big chance to provoke my anger then a dispute will happen. I dont like that. I dont want that. Its demented. However, if it does happen to me one day, I'll share my most ironic minute portion here with hidden awkwardness. It would be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning at 6.40am, I was sending my sister to school and I was as sleepy as a fat pig. I got too caught up skyping until 5am, at the same time I didnt expect myself to drive later. Back to my main point, my eyelids were 10tons heavy so they made a quick shut eye, within 3 seconds my sister later yelled out "Oh my god che che!!!"- I instantly hit the breaks and cognized that I forgot to lower my gear to N mode. Thank god, I didnt make a knock, but I was afew cm away. Angels were/are always there with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Til then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;god bless yall. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-7349273993224940863?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7349273993224940863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-sooner-than-i-expected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7349273993224940863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7349273993224940863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-sooner-than-i-expected.html' title='what makes you beautiful? I suck at titles.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRVMLaFswCo/Tw2MKSVRkAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YPEOJRkxmp0/s72-c/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B1112012%2B91555%2BPM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5530472502341063223</id><published>2012-01-10T17:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:47:35.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hielo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPZkNwNk374/TwwUDIz6RtI/AAAAAAAAASA/1OrQI4Lb4_8/s320/IMG_6374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695949672854210258" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Hola everybody. I promised myself to blog last weekend but this morning at exactly 3:14am, I realized its Tuesday so unintentionally I broke it. Being the typical me, it was weekend and people, especially my age would rather spend their weekends outdoor and meet some friends or in my case, I was out all day fed myself with frozen yogurt and later tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;t night I was partying that I couldnt be bothered how much my fever was heating up. The next day as a punishment, I was curling up in bed with aches all over my body (that i missed another outing with my boi Raffey and the rest of the gang).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqlWU842f-U/TwwUhXyYrzI/AAAAAAAAASc/WgxyPLc6VZA/s320/IMG_6410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695950192270421810" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4uu0Am-4vY/TwwUhZfUsMI/AAAAAAAAASU/63UFA4QcWfs/s320/IMG_6408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695950192727339202" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABcy1LCzBLc/TwwUhBo46BI/AAAAAAAAASM/H3TAV8O6bdY/s320/IMG_6409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695950186325010450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To yall who never actually met me in person, i would suggest you to start observing my 1st picture (not the frozen yogurt) carefully but if you're still gawking your screen, pretend that you notice my deceiving face. Heres a fact, in reality I have a horrible face skin that I wish I could leave the house with an upside down brown paperbag covering my head, drawn with sharp eyes, prettier eyebrows and lips, longer eyelashes and two tiny holes poked in the center to allow myself to breathe for the rest of the day. Once, I went for a late lunch with my friends at Delizze and fcourse a DSLR camera was there to capture the delicious moments. As soon as Clifford uploaded the pictures on facebook, "How do you like your photo? I photoshopped your skin, nice right?" he asked with a big smile, expecting me to agree. Friends circling us dropped their jaws and the only reaction i could do was to laugh.. and hit him. (Thanked him at the same time. Sort of. And spoke compliments for his good work. Sort of.) Anyways, I skipped my skin specialist's appointment again yesterday cuz an understatement of not being ready to face my doctor yet and adding another fact that its the first week of the month, hence my menstrual cycle might show up anytime soon therefore my hormonal issue might b1Tch my skin up. As a punishment, 3 of my medications are running out. shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To make it up after a broken promise, I do have a few photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj8n8QGQTtg/Twwkvo9EZgI/AAAAAAAAAUU/axI3x2OvL7w/s320/395856_346452552035411_100000120071559_1478601_385734952_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBBnHetfPR0/TwwhTAqYD4I/AAAAAAAAATI/V4Tz97zhpWA/s320/IMG_6267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5dcb3PQ8Uag/TwwhTva-ZBI/AAAAAAAAATU/c2_3DskBVt8/s320/IMG_6269.JPG" style="text-align: justify; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2t0pmlJ_8Xs/Twwiag4BJcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/mqAr7oENYsI/s320/IMG_6339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0cD-dTdvlc/TwwiZ1knpcI/AAAAAAAAATk/5viiAHekiL8/s320/IMG_6332.JPG" style="text-align: justify; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4iIwZSx49Y/Twwk7YFzGFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fhw_234Pvhg/s320/IMG_6263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-APHSmd-tjSU/Twwk7bHXjgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Z-1I_m7zq0s/s320/IMG_6255.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haha. Noo.. the fourth photo isn't me. And we had our first decent dinner in 2012 at Fullhouse Lifetyle Store &amp;amp; Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ca67HwvIi8/TwwjT-CXtpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/udb0b-vajsw/s320/IMG_6317.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;umm yeah, not quite a proper photo to describe the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do hope to write to you again soon and burying the attempt to not entertain self-laziness, instead to have something more worthy to blog, less boring, less repeatition, more make-sense photos. Most probably I shall answer my long lost dusty formspring questions that I been neglect for my next post. Oh, did I mention I have a husband and a son now? Kidding. i dont understand my sense of humour either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-5530472502341063223?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5530472502341063223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/hola-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5530472502341063223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5530472502341063223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/hola-everybody.html' title='Hielo!'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPZkNwNk374/TwwUDIz6RtI/AAAAAAAAASA/1OrQI4Lb4_8/s72-c/IMG_6374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-8518897002570364029</id><published>2012-01-05T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:24:36.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#nowplaying MoA - Goin crazy</title><content type='html'>On repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-8518897002570364029?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8518897002570364029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/nowplaying-moa-goin-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8518897002570364029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8518897002570364029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/nowplaying-moa-goin-crazy.html' title='#nowplaying MoA - Goin crazy'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-4654962624054162410</id><published>2012-01-04T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T02:05:53.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4pgTuGydII/TwNCuV5iEvI/AAAAAAAAARw/4qm-bA3VR8M/s1600/57167-nice-feathers-free-screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4pgTuGydII/TwNCuV5iEvI/AAAAAAAAARw/4qm-bA3VR8M/s320/57167-nice-feathers-free-screensaver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693467717846307570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first post in 2012 with objectiveless contents. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shall I describe how my New Year's eve went some time this week with low-quality pictures yet define such memorable events, hopefully nothing would stand in my way excluding lazyness and the loss of enthusiasm. But it was indeed well-spent! How did yall go? Please to hear same ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-an_FnicLEyA/TwNB5WHgIGI/AAAAAAAAARk/QbMjj-gEDjE/s320/404381_346451658702167_100000120071559_1478591_1365114448_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693466807371833442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a pleasant year ahead and good mornight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless everyone &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&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/6103391809846757987-4654962624054162410?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4654962624054162410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4654962624054162410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4654962624054162410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4pgTuGydII/TwNCuV5iEvI/AAAAAAAAARw/4qm-bA3VR8M/s72-c/57167-nice-feathers-free-screensaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6353802159860478979</id><published>2011-12-24T04:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:49:38.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I think it is true, you think it is too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I find it that way, you would agree right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do I prefer it like this, you give me a positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But no, we are too busy to concur without even noticing when the chemical reacts in first hand, while I couldn't get a lil manage to change its solution. Well neither did you and your super reactive substance. Are we too naive to conclude what is goin on? Or in fear? Ego? Or are we in strong denial of ourselves so much for being affected from our own past, to withstand our future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6353802159860478979?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6353802159860478979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-knew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6353802159860478979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6353802159860478979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3730861051987954450</id><published>2011-12-01T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:48:20.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Word</title><content type='html'>FREEDOM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet though temporary.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;God bless yal ❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-3730861051987954450?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3730861051987954450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3730861051987954450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3730861051987954450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-word.html' title='1 Word'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3321507750289593310</id><published>2011-11-03T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:33:26.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so wasting time when factually every second counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-3321507750289593310?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3321507750289593310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-so-wasting-time-when-factually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3321507750289593310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3321507750289593310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-so-wasting-time-when-factually.html' title=''/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6256394845114261072</id><published>2011-10-20T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:35:06.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Want. To. Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POZ-78Gg0nM/TqAiTJfjytI/AAAAAAAAARU/iyMSayQIp1E/s1600/535bca0de16745c5bf454f38808aafc7_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POZ-78Gg0nM/TqAiTJfjytI/AAAAAAAAARU/iyMSayQIp1E/s320/535bca0de16745c5bf454f38808aafc7_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665566043593231058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tennis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are people doing with their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, today was good.  :) It didn't start out perfectly as I was nudged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S ; A very Happy Birthday to my late grandpapa :) He's in a better place and may god bless his soul always. I love you and miss you terribly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥ love, your granddaughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6256394845114261072?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6256394845114261072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6256394845114261072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6256394845114261072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want-to-blog.html' title='I. Want. To. Blog.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POZ-78Gg0nM/TqAiTJfjytI/AAAAAAAAARU/iyMSayQIp1E/s72-c/535bca0de16745c5bf454f38808aafc7_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-7611662392415043907</id><published>2011-10-12T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:43:10.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made up to make up</title><content type='html'>Finally something productive for me to share here.. :) but it was so productive that I am running on really low energy now so Im gonna type real quick and messy :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today...&lt;br /&gt;I had school as daily, went home and left for sarawak golf club half an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;Had sushi. yummeh ;D&lt;br /&gt;Did some studying which included quation numbers and history facts (head spins recalling!).&lt;br /&gt;Swam my vibrant off in the pool with aryssa and the rest of the usual guys. &lt;div&gt;Happy..happy.. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Practiced alot of dance moves with my homeboyy 'refereeee' haha.. And yeayy new routines&lt;br /&gt;Took a light dinner. Guilty as charged!&lt;br /&gt;Attended my addmath tutoring for oh god, 2 hours, I was halfway dying to not fall asleep. Screw air-conditioner as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, on bed, updating youu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What life has given me now begins to make me think twice regarding to my future plans. It used to be 1) Inter. Business Studies. and 2) Performing Arts. So suddenly my passion over-powered me and its becoming into 2) then 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-7611662392415043907?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7611662392415043907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/made-up-to-make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7611662392415043907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7611662392415043907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/made-up-to-make-up.html' title='Made up to make up'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-2197410298910318231</id><published>2011-10-10T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:27:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limelight</title><content type='html'>Naddy, is burying her head into her folded arms on the table, paying no attention to Madam Evelyn's dead boring lesson with loud music beating her eardrums (though very contributive to our upcoming final public exam).  Duckie, on my left side is hellucinating in her own world while texting her long-distance boyfriend.  Myself trying to be scrupulous at the moment. Fighting against shut-eye yet blogging unnecessarily which brings.. nothing. Apparently, recently, I came across this discovery over the fact that I have to, (have to) multitask that anything relates to school subjects. That my chemistry teacher confiscated my horror storybook because i was too caught up reading and ended up in a dispute with my decipline teacher at his office. And unexpectedly, I won. Hah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Owlies, readers, dancers, respected fellas, etc category and I may delete this post one day.  But 'may' is such a deceiving word to keep for I have stumbled most of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sneeze* excuse me. (yes im being realistic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm prudent enough for a legal driver?  Trying to think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcecast results are right on my sight compile in a bundle of papers waiting for each owner to claim. But nobody isn't please to... especially me... not even a peek... *pats forehead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-2197410298910318231?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2197410298910318231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/limelight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2197410298910318231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2197410298910318231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/limelight.html' title='Limelight'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3527242515048232641</id><published>2011-10-01T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:45:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless, Sleepless face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNQrlFn_bA/ToaZOD5DFfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/splN2a9wLaE/s1600/IMG0229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNQrlFn_bA/ToaZOD5DFfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/splN2a9wLaE/s320/IMG0229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658378448679409138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to avoid blog tackyness. A pointless photo will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNQrlFn_bA/ToaZOD5DFfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/splN2a9wLaE/s1600/IMG0229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsZjsvX4IRk/ToaZ-7wpu_I/AAAAAAAAARE/1a9zi82KAPM/s320/IMG0236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658379288310299634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNQrlFn_bA/ToaZOD5DFfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/splN2a9wLaE/s1600/IMG0229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5RJHTwUxd8/ToaaNepXzaI/AAAAAAAAARM/BHJkmpD9X34/s320/IMG0242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658379538193173922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Another one. Hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I NEED TO STUDY!!! brain cramp for the win.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy afternoon guys. Lunch hunting time. Have a good day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-3527242515048232641?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3527242515048232641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/clueless-sleepless-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3527242515048232641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3527242515048232641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/10/clueless-sleepless-face.html' title='Clueless, Sleepless face.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8cNQrlFn_bA/ToaZOD5DFfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/splN2a9wLaE/s72-c/IMG0229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-7627613726678667944</id><published>2011-09-29T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:41:44.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very wheel screeching</title><content type='html'>Do I look like some spare tire to you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, girls do not share boys. We don't practice 2-in-1 cuz we are no instant products. Newsflash much? Perhaps not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is why Ive been single for only god knows how long. I dont mind that. At all. Boys are not always trustable nor innocent, as well as myself having a certain issue towards selecting the one. Or probably bad luck... Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom line.. screw relationships. Im just living my life ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-7627613726678667944?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7627613726678667944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/very-wheel-screeching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7627613726678667944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7627613726678667944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/very-wheel-screeching.html' title='very wheel screeching'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-2516072285248689960</id><published>2011-09-20T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:52:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunts.</title><content type='html'>I have a heavy load of things to share. My mind's running out of capacity. But typing out everything from my chest won't actually contribute any positive matter into this. Just bla and bla and bla that gets into somebody's business. Though I do know this is my property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoody. There I go again. Mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks of horror. I can't explain. You can't imagine. We're even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prayers*&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, owlies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-2516072285248689960?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2516072285248689960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/haunts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2516072285248689960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2516072285248689960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/haunts.html' title='Haunts.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5399999830640559018</id><published>2011-09-08T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:59:00.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycles.</title><content type='html'>Over 5 years ago, I was sitting for my 6th&lt;br /&gt;primary public exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, it'll be my final public exam in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling stoked at all. How am I gonna deal with this at the very last day? Laugh hysterically. Cry my eyeballs out later. Don't gimme that look. Sometimes you know, we need a plan. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point of following up my appointments with my skin specialist. It has always been the environmental factor anyway. The sleep deprive the everything. But his 6 different medications do help. Can't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I shall shove all the history facts down my throat and barf them all out on Friday. IF only they would be that fully accomadate. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-5399999830640559018?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5399999830640559018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/bicycles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5399999830640559018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5399999830640559018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/09/bicycles.html' title='Bicycles.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-1716677286628278267</id><published>2011-08-23T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:56:45.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn that frown upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep that frown away no matter how down you feel, no matter how spiritless you are, no matter how much pain you suffer. Chin up and retain your strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remainder of times, grab your ipod or whatever mp3 player you own, hit the play button on comforting songs that may help to chill things up. Lay on bed. Cry if you desire. Hug a pillow. Eat. Watch DVDs. Laugh breathlessly. Talk to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you should know, I can't help you if you don't help yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I have long discovered myself for being secretive. Its not that. I love sharing but there are few personal things that I'd choose to keep it to myself and honestly, I'm not much of umm advise-receiver. I talk for comfort. Thats all. No, no selfish worriness, I don't use my own personal advises I give out either. Let me straighten things out, I let no one but me to handle my issues.. umm yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love you girls every inch of my fiber. But please, there are better things out there if you take a sit and think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-1716677286628278267?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1716677286628278267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/turn-that-frown-upside-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1716677286628278267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1716677286628278267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/turn-that-frown-upside-down.html' title='Turn that frown upside down'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-7891135651764982747</id><published>2011-08-08T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:52:52.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Written.</title><content type='html'>Man 1 : Apa kau buat di sini?! Go back home! I am your beyonce!&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Beyonce?&lt;br /&gt;Man 2 : Sejak bila kau bertunang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;excuse me, readers. I'm not at my normality but I find this Malay drama is rather hilarious. Still watching it, surprisingly. So excuse me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good weekend! Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-7891135651764982747?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7891135651764982747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/written.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7891135651764982747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7891135651764982747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/08/written.html' title='Written.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5140546292112840447</id><published>2011-07-31T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:20:58.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, I can see you crystal clear.</title><content type='html'>So its the first day of the fasting month in 4 hours time. I was pretty hyped about getting myself hopefully to fulfill my duty this coming 31 days. To be scrupulous, I wasn't keen enough, neither looking forward to this day but its the holy month which brings forth to our Raya celebration. No, that is not what I am trying to carry out..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi SPMers, are we all well cognizant what comes after raya? Trials... So... Yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colours. I was burning daylight yesterday by painting. It would've been a productive day to do some revisions or anything that produces informative element to my merely 40% occupied brain. I had a thought of that. But you know how lazyness kills? I lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was roused from a disturbing sleep, felt slightly uncomfortable. When I stood on my feet, my grandma gasped out "&lt;i&gt;Apa tompok ya??&lt;/i&gt;" (translate to Whats that stain??). Without hesitation I knew what was going on. I menstruate. Dreadful, I mumbled to myself, unelucidating further no fasting on the first day for me. And to top it off, everybody gets to perform their&lt;i&gt; tarawih&lt;/i&gt; prayers tonight. Screwwwwwwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to start revising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear John aahhh!!! Im gonna go anguish myself watching it all over again and feel depressed about the reality. The reality = guys like John dont exist. For real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartiest dedication to all muslims, Happy Fasting Month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eat and drink, but waste not by extravagance" 7:31&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(199, 16, 68); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="actions" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: absolute; right: 10px; top: 8px; line-height: 1.25em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a id="status_star_73799539303264256" class="fav-action fav" title="un-favorite this tweet" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(4, 4, 125); background-image: url(http://a2.twimg.com/a/1311969089/images/sprite-icons.png); width: 15px; height: 15px; display: block; cursor: pointer; visibility: visible; background-position: -64px 0px; "&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/6103391809846757987-5140546292112840447?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5140546292112840447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally-i-can-see-you-crystal-clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5140546292112840447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5140546292112840447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally-i-can-see-you-crystal-clear.html' title='Finally, I can see you crystal clear.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3827765127685177408</id><published>2011-07-22T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T23:38:25.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip a penny and save a nickel</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to grouse out about time speed again but I'll bore you. Impotently.  I came across this common knowledge which I strongly doubt none knows, that time is about.... appreciating. To the numbers of you who ironically belong in the neighbour group, explaining would eat up my space, energy and to bold it, time. My best answer would be : Experience. And yes, I'm beginning to understand the definition of "Time is gold". There's everything to it. Please skip if this finds you yawning in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll end up in tears for skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally granted one of the things in my wish list. Dear John. I went in at some time 9pm and unshut my eyes at 2am to watch Dear John on starmovies. Returned to my sleep mode an hour and the half later. No I do not mind you, calling me desperate at all. They totally killed it!! Ending could have done better though. Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menstruation signs are torturing me now.  Boys should be expressing their gratitude to god on their sex gender. Do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna donate. I wanna do charity-visits. I wanna spend my time with the special class kids. I'd love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo really. Savannah shouldn't have voiced I-Do with that old man Tim. If it were to be some lame heroic love drama, John would take off and stop the wedding. Yell "Objection!". A happy ending. Haha. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-3827765127685177408?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3827765127685177408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/flip-penny-and-save-nickel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3827765127685177408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3827765127685177408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/flip-penny-and-save-nickel.html' title='Flip a penny and save a nickel'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6644144938801759082</id><published>2011-07-12T17:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:10:36.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Literally 5 years ago I was full of envious to sight girls with pretty hair.  By each time stroke, I get in fear to take a peek of my own reflection, as I thought, the fresh green grasses exist attractively better compare to my hair. I had dry, frizzy and at worst stage, damaged type. Damaged. Bold the damaged honey. Nothing could make me feel comfortable but to pay monthly visits to the salon and I did. 2010 in god's heavenly blessed, I was granted to finally keep it longer and restore healthy locks. I am a happy person. So far. (factually minus the retained dry-hair issue).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Round 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2010, I turned 16. Hormones also fomented. I'm not precise how to react to this, but at this decade, they say female teenagers who eventuate acne prone skin, menstruation and such from the age of 12 to 14 is very normal. Which is not so ironic nor overrated. But I was 16 and 16 is quite a late number. Proven. Odd isn't it? Maybe, just maybe its the environment factor. It does contribute however. Hm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, when I was before 16, I had almost a perfect skin. No acne, no blackheads, no excessive oil, fair as a piece of white paper, no nothing. To add more, no low self-esteem moment. I was confident. I was partially happy (the hair issue). I was worry-free. Silly hormones, since 16 snapping photos of myself does hurt me somewhere. I get how deceiving pictures can turn out. Preferably I'd pick honest pictures with my true organic image. Still, witness my raw look and you'll die in startle. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it what I did? or what I am doing? That beauty-justice served me karma? Is there such thing as beauty justice. Oh, its not just the hair and the skin. You dont wanna know the rest. Its depressing when you start to observe yourself too much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hahaha. Scratch the last paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..........Yes gentlemen, thats how the blonde-moment rolls. blonde-moment. So much in boredom and sickness. Pwned you you you and you #lame. This is life we're dealing with. Demand fate to be perfect and cast spells so things would espouse to our way? man who are we kidding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be thankful. Though build effort. Praise him truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(199, 16, 68); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="actions" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: absolute; right: 10px; top: 8px; line-height: 1.25em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a id="status_star_73806982871662592" class="fav-action fav" title="un-favorite this tweet" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(4, 4, 125); background-image: url(http://a3.twimg.com/a/1310416436/images/sprite-icons.png); width: 15px; height: 15px; display: block; cursor: pointer; visibility: visible; background-position: -64px 0px; "&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(199, 16, 68); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"And do not throw yourselves into destruction.'' 2:195 (the holy Qur'an)&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/6103391809846757987-6644144938801759082?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6644144938801759082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-bless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6644144938801759082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6644144938801759082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-bless.html' title='God bless'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5219778435817392063</id><published>2011-07-10T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:37:00.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 150%; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Reflection :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Throughout the process of making this project, I have acknowledged the fact that numbers are important in our daily lives. Numbers, or also known as digits, are related to our environments, per say how things happen for a logical reason. Such as familiar as the subjects we learn in school ; physics, chemistry, little bit connected to biology, definitely have this element in order to overcome problem statements, aim of experiments, to solve any other questionable objectives or even baking cakes. Without numbers, our human race will live in unorganized systematic globe in terms of date, time, identifications and others. On the other hand, learning additional mathematics widens &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;knowledge which expands our brain cells and to improve thinking skills. Although, I realized not everyone is fortunate enough to reach this side of knowledge, whereas luckful students are often voicing out complains on additional mathematics’ difficulty level. Thus, certain group of pessimistic students would neglect this opportunity. In my personal opinion, getting to learn this subject, as well as doing this project, are for future references and contain high amount of moral values. Therefore, this project should specifically be continued as possible to not only fill leisure times, but to open up students’ mind regarding to the importance of mathematical topics."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hahaha. I would slap myself after reading back what I typed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I mean seriously, 'opportunity'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh waneey you just have to shut up sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-5219778435817392063?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5219778435817392063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/reflection-throughout-process-of-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5219778435817392063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5219778435817392063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/reflection-throughout-process-of-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5100974362788387889</id><published>2011-06-28T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:04:39.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZ-FHnAyEU/TgnJw3n3fiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FxIUmLeW2iE/s1600/264535_219239331449059_100000889800422_661192_2328519_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZ-FHnAyEU/TgnJw3n3fiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FxIUmLeW2iE/s320/264535_219239331449059_100000889800422_661192_2328519_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623247451150843426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel. All skins and bones rounding her left arm on Lulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txzco8gxa68/TgnJwramC0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/G9W_4-vgrME/s1600/270556_219243314781994_100000889800422_661244_7875963_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txzco8gxa68/TgnJwramC0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/G9W_4-vgrME/s320/270556_219243314781994_100000889800422_661244_7875963_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623247447873948482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And when we chant "1,2!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jwrb6MoQcg/TgnJwJrL0LI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DKu4i6TyEAA/s1600/270063_219240651448927_100000889800422_661220_4801756_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jwrb6MoQcg/TgnJwJrL0LI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DKu4i6TyEAA/s320/270063_219240651448927_100000889800422_661220_4801756_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623247438816727218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HofcnkKHAk/TgnJvw7ie1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/JRLc4Y8ANzs/s1600/264437_219248724781453_100000889800422_661309_2919893_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HofcnkKHAk/TgnJvw7ie1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/JRLc4Y8ANzs/s320/264437_219248724781453_100000889800422_661309_2919893_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623247432174435154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st prize. My most ironic minute portion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2jBFYPMuWI/TgnJvmZMfWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EA4yKjamZSY/s1600/270670_219249334781392_100000889800422_661317_2905094_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2jBFYPMuWI/TgnJvmZMfWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EA4yKjamZSY/s320/270670_219249334781392_100000889800422_661317_2905094_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623247429346032994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4xaxhyproE/TgnJe5JjSiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xVjuEg_tHUg/s1600/260313_219249418114717_100000889800422_661318_3841912_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4xaxhyproE/TgnJe5JjSiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xVjuEg_tHUg/s320/260313_219249418114717_100000889800422_661318_3841912_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623247142322915874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkENn89C5HM/TgnJaFcrDOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NJgk4Pm3d8Y/s1600/261671_219249514781374_100000889800422_661319_7322757_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkENn89C5HM/TgnJaFcrDOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NJgk4Pm3d8Y/s320/261671_219249514781374_100000889800422_661319_7322757_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623247059724995810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heck yeah Greenians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought my blog was bored silly. Tacky background. Lack pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My moments are captured as much as I wish them to be. Im having fun with what is going on now. The time should drive slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it the fact that my joyous enthusiasm is carried away by time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than 6 months, there will be no more yelling "Go Greenians!". No more reserving the mouth-watering Butter Chicken from the canteen every Monday. No more moaning at 530am to get ready for school. The highlight would be, no more performing, no more dancing...  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tTtHj8IRg3U/TgnOUYUJxCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QQbp1YOHD-w/s320/267116_10150238239950275_569065274_7052877_1226571_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good time. Indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/s : Boon is missing. Cheers to Kok How for being a 5 seconds photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-5100974362788387889?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5100974362788387889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5100974362788387889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5100974362788387889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZ-FHnAyEU/TgnJw3n3fiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FxIUmLeW2iE/s72-c/264535_219239331449059_100000889800422_661192_2328519_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5751006867090966733</id><published>2011-06-22T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:25:27.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Im dealing with that rough season again. when your pimples indeliberately pop out, hair falls drastically, terrible sleep-deprive, ugly eyebags, less healthy-being.... complete exhaustion. I'm always trying to be perfectly calm but demented scheduele wont quit bugging your dramatic hormones. thus, the physical and mental results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I havent been keeping up with my formspring for a very, very long time. Went to check it out and funny thing, turns out people are still dropping questions. Ironic really. I'll be nice and give some response :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q1) do you think that a hot-tempered guy who also have a VERY terrible attitude can change because of one girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt; I do believe he can :) its all about the power of will guys. but once you've managed your anger, try to stick to that path rather than returning to the past attitude once things wont work out anymore. you know, between the girl and the guy. i guess its also about the sincerity. good luck and god bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q2) The first thing you notice of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- haha. Im not really a person whos much of an observant when it comes to surroundings esp guys. it just happens when it happens to make me notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q3) how long haf u been single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; hmm. for quite a long time. a couple of years. *victorydance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q4) Y dont u mix around with the malays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I do communicate with them when necessary. I grew up making friends with multi-racial environment. so i dont go for one crowd with only one race :)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q5) If u were to be stranded on an isolated island, name 3 albums you would take with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;er this is tough. I would take... nicki minaj, pitbull, big bang, miley cyrus 4th album, but owl city is nice too.. and paramore, so awesome.. oh god I dont know really theyre all nice to listen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q6) what kind of a guy do you like?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- haha. I like to keep this answer to myself. but guys should just be themselves all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q7) Why are u so ego to the guys that u like?? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- have you heard when you wanna earn something, you gotta work hard for it. basically all you have to do is to convert the subject ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q8) Ive missed u!!! ure getting prettier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Im still not good at thanking compliments. yikes myself  :S  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q9) whose album is stuck on repeat in ur ipod now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Im loving nicki minaj's record! Super Bass is definitely off the hook. A shout out to her and her awesome tracks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q10) When was the last time u went out 4 a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;I never actually went out on a date with anybody... yet. haha. such a bummer for a teenage girl like me but im fine with it :) its not gonna happen anytime soon anyway. so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q11) do u look down on ppl with bad english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;god noo. im not an expert nor perfect myself. english is just a language and i know not everyone is fortunate to get to learn it. as long as we understand body language then things should be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q12) whoaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;why hello there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q13) dyou like fashion? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;yes! i love fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q14) how many times do you curl your hair? don your hair get damage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;haha.. honestly I dont curl my hair. I dont expose it to the heat iron much either. its a genetic thing. my hair is like, the longer it grows, the curly it gets unless its wet. and everytime i tie it up, it'll turn into natural curls after letting it fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q15) Miley, Demi or Selena. your pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;i LOVE all three of them. They are blessed with many talents. I think they are equally gorgeous. Just amazing young successful females to look up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q16) How R U?? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;Im good. Thank you&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Q17) who is ur inspiration in fashion style??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;the kardashian girls have great fashion sense. their casuality is pretty and very sophisticated. and i love selena gomez's appearance. so organic. The 4 main casts from Pretty Little Liars are nice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q18)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;What is your secret for a healthy social life style?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt; Stay grounded and remain humble in different ways. as He is watching you from above :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for dropping by everyone. Y'all had some great questions! God bless. &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/6103391809846757987-5751006867090966733?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5751006867090966733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/letters-from-sky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5751006867090966733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5751006867090966733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/letters-from-sky.html' title='Letters from the sky'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-665796343690463612</id><published>2011-06-05T23:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:23:55.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a serious series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqztOrnNYws/TeuvuCOBiYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZQ_QqStVji0/s1600/P1140534.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqztOrnNYws/TeuvuCOBiYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZQ_QqStVji0/s320/P1140534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614774565851990402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am exposing you to my vanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqztOrnNYws/TeuvuCOBiYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZQ_QqStVji0/s1600/P1140534.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Starting from tomorrow, this house will be missing of one member, the loudest member to be exact. The sister. This earlier evening she was sent off to her campus and boy she looked so... so occupied. (I couldn't find a better word). Thus, I started to imagine, what would my future college be? Then all the famous 5 questions were playing at the back of my head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on I had a decent conversation with mum when the both of us were resting, lying on the bed, about where am I gonna end up at after I leave high school. I remember the last time we spoke, it wasn't a considerative talk at all. She wants A, I want B. I'm not very interested in argumentative conversations so I left it hanging and no decision was finalized. I walked away. But today, things went different. We exchanged our perspectives and she, as a mother, listened to my plans and point of views. "So where do you wanna go?" She finally asked. "I think.. uhm.. I don't know.. yet." I answered in hesitation. I know what I want, what I wanna do. But the question is, where? However, one thing Im sure of, Im gonna stay put for a year or so which means no boarding is involved nor going distance away from hometown. Exactly what I told her. Ironically, she agreed. I smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you leave high school and begin college life, its like a big leap. I can't believe I'm saying this already but I'm gonna miss my circle of friends. Everytime an event happens, I try to get in the scene as much as possible 'cuz like they say, &lt;i&gt;missing a moment is like missing everything. &lt;/i&gt;But it gets pretty bittersweet ugly once the flashback happens and you'll feel longing to do it again, especially with them. the place, the people, the memories! happy times.. happy times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lYW6ExHv2Yk/TeurNgHhQ1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DCOgeVwFBDk/s320/P1140537.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614769608895578962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, those happy times.&lt;br /&gt;"Even our pictures may fade, may our memories be saved."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So few days back I updated my pictures in my bedroom. Made a little change 'cuz I got really bored sighting my own bedroom, let alone my walls. The only thing I'm so tempted to achieve now is to repaint my walls. Really, I've always wanted to have them red and white. But no, mum thinks they resemble anger and for being the good daughter I am, against arguments, especially with mum, I had to choose...... purple. And its a strange funny looking purple. Looks so gloomy... god just by thinking of it makes me feel so depressed. I don't even know why am I sharing with you this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I could barely blog nowadays. I have classes every. single. night. how. torture. is. that. But it sokay, I keep reminding myself. Its only a year. On the other hand, mid-term break is on for two weeks and two weeks procrastinations have lead me to a very undisciplined, unproductive SPMer. A week has gone. It's enough for me. Biology class, tomorrow night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow not blogging for more than a month can make me crap out this much. #doingthatepicface. heres a sample ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRFbmJopwaU/TeuuNWR1-_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/eOHV9ckgpxM/s320/P1140217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Towards an innocent spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh nah Im serious. I spill too much tonight. Its getting late. My time tells 12:37am. And its funny that mum's not home yet. Im gonna jump on the couch and grab a dvd to watch. Late-nighter for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Til then, god bless every soul and have a goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-665796343690463612?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/665796343690463612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/serious-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/665796343690463612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/665796343690463612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/06/serious-series.html' title='a serious series'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UqztOrnNYws/TeuvuCOBiYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZQ_QqStVji0/s72-c/P1140534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-1540733978495611902</id><published>2011-05-15T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:48:06.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackfruit</title><content type='html'>I'm not heartless. I do have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this some sort of minor dispute I'm supposed to waste my time with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite teenage dramas and their lives. I'm happy with mine. Without even being involved in a relationship, which is not a specific necessity for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not heartless. I do have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite that ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-1540733978495611902?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1540733978495611902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/jackfruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1540733978495611902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1540733978495611902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/jackfruit.html' title='Jackfruit'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-1279890128358082479</id><published>2011-05-07T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T02:12:47.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Clouds</title><content type='html'>You were given a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-1279890128358082479?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1279890128358082479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-clouds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1279890128358082479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1279890128358082479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/7-clouds.html' title='7 Clouds'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6107732144231113297</id><published>2011-05-03T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:45:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supersonic pathways</title><content type='html'>What better solution was there, when half of the equation wasn't there at all? The fraction neither made sense.. Numbers kept changing, indeliberately.. I could evaluate nothing.. Nothing but a circle of confusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it went back to square one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such bullsh!t. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6107732144231113297?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6107732144231113297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/supersonic-pathways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6107732144231113297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6107732144231113297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/supersonic-pathways.html' title='Supersonic pathways'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-733306867747417477</id><published>2011-04-07T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T17:27:32.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>O'Allah you are my strength, my light, my guidance. Please help me throughout these obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only April and I'm already crying my heart out. I am so stressed. I feel tense. My mind is fcuked up. I can't think. My cells are numb. My veins are going nuts. My blood is circulating back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much things clinging inside. There's so many stuff to do. Time, please don't travel at your top speed. Slow down. Be nice. I can't keep up frankly. I'm exhausted :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which much explains the reason why I take naps alot, regardless where. It's the fact that I'm trying to take as many rest as possible. This should answer the question from my teachers and family &amp; others who are concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For He who created us, God is greater than everything." You are my saviour, I believe that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-733306867747417477?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/733306867747417477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/733306867747417477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/733306867747417477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-7677053433104251723</id><published>2011-03-23T22:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:43:17.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the planet we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am internally restless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the smile I paste on my face. It's not that Im such a secretive person (though people have labelled me that afew times) but its only because I hate troubling people and getting them worried with their wrinkled forehead. Even although they dont feel troubled at all. But Im sorry, I would prefer to keep it to myself. Plus it bugs me how people start to question multiple times and it would eventually burden my thoughts and indirectly provoke my anger. Yes, anger. Im beginning to have problems with anger. With myself.. Odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdhHI-EAcU4/TYoT0znimHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5oUs1kqEias/s320/P1140213.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587300085636700274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the painting pictures they hang in the hotel I stayed in Singapore. My initial! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As naturally stubborn being I am, I hate advises unless I require myself to take. When I express or share things, its like "You shut up and listen. No advises but comfort". Easy, Simple as that. However nowadays, like only very few people can truly understand me, maybe a couple. Someone like Zululu :) and Miss duckie :) To the rest I didnt mention, it sokay, its just me. not you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Green Road Secondary School collected 53 lucky straight As students. When I saw them on stage, I was imagining what will happen a year from now. Can I stand a chance? Ha.. Ha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are tons of decisions to make now. My brain cells are all intertwined. My head hurts. I hate deciding. I hate the word hate like what the eff. I miss my care-free life. I'd rather be a forever 6 year old than a 17 screwed up teenager with no life but tasks &amp;amp; decisions to make. In the end, nobody sees the hardwork and so its not paid off. There's no satisfaction. Close to never. What objective is there in the first place? I have no idea myself. Just crazy people pleasing other demented people. Life. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Baby Hippo in KL. By accident. I dont know how many more nights will this guilt haunt me in my sleep. Freaky right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVpy5CXMuf4/TYoSyrm5U9I/AAAAAAAAANw/KxsBtW2DKyY/s320/P1140187.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587298949615145938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm.. yeah I did some skating :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUbeBBmQYkg/TYoQk6n6itI/AAAAAAAAANg/AxTTB3SCbkY/s320/P1140185.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587296514104527570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A flight to KL it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear God, I'm playing along with your funny confusing plans here. I believe you are far greater than everything :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-7677053433104251723?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7677053433104251723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-planet-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7677053433104251723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7677053433104251723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-planet-we-go.html' title='To the planet we go'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdhHI-EAcU4/TYoT0znimHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5oUs1kqEias/s72-c/P1140213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-8524777310547839158</id><published>2011-03-05T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:33:55.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It says A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it says B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, it says A(B) which equals to AB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cant B/A or B - A?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont worry. I dont understand it either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or A is to the power of 2? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need to shut up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dance lesson for the juniors tomorrow morning. Have lunch at UCSI cafe &amp;amp; bistro together with Erwin and the rest. Meet up Melia at Little Lebanon. Will figure and take note for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi blog, Ive missed you. You have always been the best listener.  We need a friendship day or something. Screw people and their old corny advises. Goodnight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; font-size: small; "&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/6103391809846757987-8524777310547839158?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8524777310547839158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8524777310547839158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8524777310547839158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-says.html' title='It says A'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3027131031676930045</id><published>2011-02-25T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:49:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mornight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have mosquito love bites all over my legs. Such fakery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So my first exam in 2011 is next week, in next 2 days. DIES. Just by thinking of it is making me stress and pull my hair til my head splits into half so i can carve out my brain and add in some genius potion. meh. Mum keeps pressing into my face about maintaining the top 3 positions. &lt;i&gt; "You took 2nd place last year's semester. Not impossible for 1st place this time."&lt;/i&gt; DOUBLE DIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, ive been malasing alot. and alot, i mean alot. aloter? --&gt; welcome to waneey dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All my zodiac updates are telling me to take control of my anger cause nowadays my temper is fragile and gets so easily worked up. (Lets put the blame on premenstrual syndrome shit. Haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey sexy, do you believe in love at first sight or do I have to walk by again?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Louis to Darren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could've sworn I was dying in laughter! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnmP7DXbw-A/TWfZiit1X1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/HJXy1kHQJvE/s320/183471_10150095785461598_569696597_6108589_1870514_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577665850979475282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive lost my fringe image. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I get one? Cause everybody just got theirs. oh man so jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now why the hell are they replacing Xander with someone else? NH media is such an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sleep-deprive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well people, sorry for being honest. At least im not a hypocrite. coughsarcasmcough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want food. But lasagna has occupied all the spaces available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you trying to be cute or even act like one? okay. funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bootching session with Nazira at the moment. homygod i need to stop. (mood swing. lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you. But you leave me no choice. tada! im taping my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Semakin hari, semakin malas. Apa nak jadi. Slap slap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6103391809846757987-3027131031676930045?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3027131031676930045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-mornight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3027131031676930045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3027131031676930045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-mornight.html' title='Good Mornight'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnmP7DXbw-A/TWfZiit1X1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/HJXy1kHQJvE/s72-c/183471_10150095785461598_569696597_6108589_1870514_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3050197474756310306</id><published>2011-02-16T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:20:16.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Ice Cream doesn't make sense</title><content type='html'>Would you agree? I don't have a picture. But I'll snap a photo of it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially an aunty! okay weird why am I so excited. Honestly I love newborn babies. Haaa so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams. Afew blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : Tembak requirement.&lt;br /&gt;(Beware) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-3050197474756310306?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3050197474756310306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/fried-ice-cream-doesn-make-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3050197474756310306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3050197474756310306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/fried-ice-cream-doesn-make-sense.html' title='Fried Ice Cream doesn&amp;#39;t make sense'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-177820987079028559</id><published>2011-02-01T12:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:17:25.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long happy julianuary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn my last 3 lines in my last post sounded so corny. The next time Im posting, I'll run around the house to make sure I am not half hallucinating. Or maybe trap myself in some reality box. Maybe. Just maybe that would work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, Miss Tchee, Kent and I spoke about stuck up rich folks. After all the facts we shared, Im gonna conclude that their money fall from the sky like raindrops. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet Jo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TUeWHg7FmGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IvYRzcp-ptQ/s320/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B122011%2B123007%2BPM.bmp.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568584520107923554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that is how he rolls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TUeVWE7lrPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3cr9FreHpaY/s320/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B122011%2B123213%2BPM.bmp.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568583670780243186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's cool like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fibbingly. Lol&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/6103391809846757987-177820987079028559?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/177820987079028559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-long-happy-julianuary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/177820987079028559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/177820987079028559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-long-happy-julianuary.html' title='So long happy julianuary'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TUeWHg7FmGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IvYRzcp-ptQ/s72-c/Fullscreen%2Bcapture%2B122011%2B123007%2BPM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3472439081906559553</id><published>2011-01-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:19:28.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mic check</title><content type='html'>And they say blogspot is a site where you report your daily activities.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am here to claim or indirectly declare that this is my wall where I scribble my deep thoughts. Rip a piece of paper, paste whatever is written. Get a spray can and spray my anger off.  Spill my joyous, overwhelming, ecstatic happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My horoscpoe sign keeps telling me to watch my diet. hence, the weight. thus, the health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, my heart gets very confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its too complicated for me to even.. Ah i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have things to figure out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-3472439081906559553?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3472439081906559553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/mic-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3472439081906559553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3472439081906559553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/mic-check.html' title='Mic check'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-1024525496418516140</id><published>2011-01-15T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:30:11.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is no nintendo game</title><content type='html'>My curiosity starts to grow stronger and stronger. That bugs me. It's really your role to make it stop. Haaaaa I just wanna know how is it going on the other side of the world. Hmm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it gets really disturbing when we're at some particular destination with familiar environment where the memories take place. Everything just fully automated. I thought time were supposed to heal but it did, partially. Only the fact that you can't kill memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like..  ah..  Shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. I haven't been updating. School has only been 2 weeks yet it was so exhausting and stressful. The impact of going down with a severe flu and high fever that it gave me. School, homeworks, tuitions, recruitment drive, annual dinner preparation, all those stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received an invitation from some shitty leadership talk.blablabla  "All club presidents are invited to attend...." blablabla. I dont like talks. They bore me. Lets see how am I gonna survive for 3 hours this time. Heh. blablabla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The annual dinner. They changed the Nerdy theme to Elegant &amp;amp; Handsome. awh the previous selected theme was fun. I love dressing up. Its awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-1024525496418516140?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1024525496418516140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-no-nintendo-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1024525496418516140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1024525496418516140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-no-nintendo-game.html' title='Life is no nintendo game'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6275522419843255234</id><published>2011-01-09T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:17:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck accidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't like how I had to react to this situation, especially to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the feeling of getting a betrayal that big is like falling into earthquake cracks and will never show up in this screwed up world again. Vanish in a snap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words won't be spoken from these lips. But a sincere apology from yours would might clot things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6103391809846757987-6275522419843255234?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6275522419843255234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/truck-accidents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6275522419843255234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6275522419843255234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/truck-accidents.html' title='Truck accidents'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6893555365021375199</id><published>2011-01-07T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:25:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrows scare crows. Make way for fireflies.</title><content type='html'>There was this nice girl who sat next to me in Add Maths tuition class, she reminds me alot of Christine. (An attempt of saying I miss her). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry tuition teacher, she's some unstoppable overfunction machine gun. She goes all Okay so the reaction to this chemical process is slow due to edsoxhsuvkwnskqhsbejeh And therefore the number of molecules abnxdofebpwhrsnpqdyu You get me class? Alright next page!&lt;br /&gt;And I was like WTFWTFWTF. I have come to a mean conclusion by stating that she's as if a bullet shot to our airheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 days of not watching tv regardless to my demented scheduele, I finally did today after longing to do so. But all channels were disappointing. Lucky thing I had a Mcdonald Apple Pie that switched me back on. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of being an SPMer pretty much sucks out the fun already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6893555365021375199?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6893555365021375199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/scarecrows-scare-crows-make-way-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6893555365021375199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6893555365021375199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/scarecrows-scare-crows-make-way-for.html' title='Scarecrows scare crows. Make way for fireflies.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-9157217883296141052</id><published>2011-01-04T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:28:53.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake mushrooms</title><content type='html'>I hopped out of the car an hour before the schoolbell rings. Stepped my foot on the ground and exhaled "ah.. School." at the end of breath. Yeah. Shocking. The school looks horrid at 6 bloody am. Friends began waving in the dark morning that I could only see their bright grin. I was enthusiastic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say much. Today went pretty well. Despite I didn't unconciously sleep like I ought to. My head and eyes were fricking heavy and lazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are getting lighter skin now. I wonder did they ever walked out of the house and wander around during the holidays." I noticed. Lame thought. But Skinette was the only who gotten herself tanned from swimming too much with the boyfriend. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was voted as the class monitor.. again. 35/37. Yeah. How awesome is justice. CAN'T YOU GIVE ME MY FREEDOM IN MY LAST YEAR?!?! Booch. I wanna do fun stuff while I can :( Fine. Be that way. Loser. *merong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always loved Miss Sarah and she's my current Biology teacher. Ive always disliked Mdm but she's my current English teacher. Snortsnort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-9157217883296141052?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9157217883296141052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/fake-mushrooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/9157217883296141052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/9157217883296141052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/fake-mushrooms.html' title='Fake mushrooms'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6716489272268918215</id><published>2011-01-01T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:35:21.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back down to earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TR8SPdUjRII/AAAAAAAAAMk/bMA6lyh5g3Q/s1600/tumblr_leap38SlrS1qzado8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TR8SPdUjRII/AAAAAAAAAMk/bMA6lyh5g3Q/s320/tumblr_leap38SlrS1qzado8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557180521976644738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to check out my tumblr dashboard. Seems that everybody has posted their new year resolution. And facebook, people were nuts as soon as the time screams 12.  Every status claims how vengeance 2010 was and begs for a nicer upcoming year. Yeah that makes sense. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TR8RS_DtApI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kSKPELdt0gQ/s320/tumblr_kxvuqkMxsd1qzflvuo1_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557179483060765330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;strange finds facebookers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Months ago I gave a thought about typing out a long post when the new year rises. Speak out what my mind has treasured and whatever stuff that was clinging inside. But when fireworks blowed up colouring the dark sky, my attempt was cleared out. For some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was 2010. Today is 2011. Yesterdays were well spent. I wont say it was cruel but you know, shit happens. All the time. There were terrible tragedies happened. And there were the moments that you even smile til it reaches your ear in your sleep. I loved that. But I shall hope for a tougher me so I can stand firm on whatever barrier will come throughout this journey. Im gonna be more specific to my paths now since I devastatingly went mentally blind last year.  I'll try not to sleep during addmaths class anymore. Less dance training session/drop the President title. Stop pampering myself too much. Get balanced sleeping patterns. Avoid silly relationship heartbreaks. Quit pointless drawings when the lesson gets awfully boring. More tuiton classes. More effort. More books. More studying. More nerdy stuff to earn more As. All the optimism side.  I dont want anymore self-disappointment. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TR8LOBlttLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FZaEpMfM9r0/s320/liked%252C2011%252Ccute%252Cbeach%252Cnew%252Cyear%252Ccard%252Csea-0cfaf34a316798658d3f104606613a96_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557172800771175602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you were a sincerely beautiful disaster that will never be forgotten. You left me excessive amount of footprints and marks. You gave me equally tears and happiness. We got along well. All hail to god. But there are certain things we should wash away by the seashore. Waves look great now. Off you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6716489272268918215?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6716489272268918215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-down-to-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6716489272268918215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6716489272268918215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-down-to-earth.html' title='Back down to earth.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TR8SPdUjRII/AAAAAAAAAMk/bMA6lyh5g3Q/s72-c/tumblr_leap38SlrS1qzado8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6267521361908177169</id><published>2010-12-24T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:45:37.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season to be jolly.. Fa La La La La</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it has been a long time. I know. After reading afew chapters of  Wish You Were Here I suddenly have the urge to actually type a post (though technically im sorta blank now. so far).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;holidays have been okay. only to the extent of "okay" but im fine with it or in other words, thankful. im not complaining or anything. We did flew out of the city last week and half an hour after we touched down back here last Monday, I had to rush off for Biology class. How depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;whathehell. my sister just yelled Merry Christmas in the middle of the night. Oh look, the clock reads 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, a day after, mum dragged us all the way to this specific beach resort that I bet all kuchingites are familiar of. It was supposed to be fun and mind blowing (not exactly). But instead I trapped myself in the bedroom and for several times I took a short nap, sat at the verandah with such pleasant seaview,  contemplating the laptop, did readings. Yeah stuff like that. It was like living in an isolated island with limited technologified facilities except for the fact that it was voluntary. I was only trying to pamper myself and just laze around. For some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum found me unoccupied by the early evening once she returned from her meeting. She actually 'expelled' me and said I ought to walk out and enjoy the fresh air by the ocean. At some time 10pm I enjoyed myself snookering by the pooltable at the lounge instead. It was good, all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss Moira. My Amoi. My Yeobo. My gay-partner (to the infinity laughter). My unidentical seperated siamese twin. I was listening to Nu Abo in the car and it reminds me alot to her cause she guided me the dance choreography. She does better, fcourse. Well she's probably shopping her ass off now. Maybe no cause its mornight. lol. But you get the whole point, I just miss her. So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TRTZtF3-4eI/AAAAAAAAAMI/njzOHyq1pDo/s320/Christmas_wallpaper_frostedSframe.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554303609148989922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So umm.. a very &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6103391809846757987-6267521361908177169?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6267521361908177169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly-fa-la-la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6267521361908177169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6267521361908177169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly-fa-la-la-la-la.html' title='Tis the season to be jolly.. Fa La La La La'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TRTZtF3-4eI/AAAAAAAAAMI/njzOHyq1pDo/s72-c/Christmas_wallpaper_frostedSframe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-4683122798632750032</id><published>2010-12-14T02:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T03:38:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was strong, indeed strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQZlkVYMRwI/AAAAAAAAALw/DuEXJjSUMVU/s1600/3709446198_3fbcc2b3f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQZlkVYMRwI/AAAAAAAAALw/DuEXJjSUMVU/s320/3709446198_3fbcc2b3f9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550235265669023490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A gray, cloudy morning appeared above sky. Staring pensive outside the window pane with mind-controlled in deep thoughts, questioning herself multiple propositions and was set on repeat, repeat, repeat regardless past, present even future. Was it a worthy? Another mistake without concious realization? Only experiences to gain but at a different stage? Did she went mentally blind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She left her unnecessary hallucination and slowly took her steps backward to the middle of her capacious bedroom surrounded by purple walls that were about tumbling down to pieces. She stood there. Looked in circle. A small white furry figure, almost an infant or possibly a toddler but absents of heartbeat. Uncatogorizedly human. The symbol of a memory caught her sight and she walked off quickly to save it from disappearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A familiar song was played. Vocal by a known person who once builded everything and eventually left them behind including footprints. She was smiling with a lacrima drop while hearing. She was emotionally fighting back and slow-danced to the memorable song no matter how heartbreaking it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQZw3w_ERLI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xveG_YR0u4E/s320/4115107762_6e062de3a4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550247694125253810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without further knowledge, she pulled up a little manage. Danced her way off to her free world. Leaving the beautiful disaster in a mess. She was strong, indeed strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-4683122798632750032?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4683122798632750032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-was-strong-indeed-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4683122798632750032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4683122798632750032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-was-strong-indeed-strong.html' title='She was strong, indeed strong.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQZlkVYMRwI/AAAAAAAAALw/DuEXJjSUMVU/s72-c/3709446198_3fbcc2b3f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3777015372661899429</id><published>2010-12-13T01:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:34:08.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in vein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQUMqBMSQII/AAAAAAAAALQ/pTi2YWNWGbA/s1600/tumblr_lcmg4yha411qzn34eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQUMqBMSQII/AAAAAAAAALQ/pTi2YWNWGbA/s320/tumblr_lcmg4yha411qzn34eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549856031818006658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was I to know you would weaken so easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That, everyone, has nothing to do with my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's monday already? Geez man tuition :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some extreme exploring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the Amazing Race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the masterchef winner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a role in any top comedic series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be Free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the center stage of Paramore's tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience with a large dance crew in the middle of nowhere with pretty sceneries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paint a pricey picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goof around behind the camera of big films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a vocal lesson (for no mental reason). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet Kev Jumba and his awesome papa.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bake that knocks off Nigella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hug Kev Jumba&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yell at Justin kidsbrainwasher Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And laugh hysterically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQUX93hbF_I/AAAAAAAAALY/tlj_kPj-sfY/s320/images.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 203px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549868467447601138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I gonna end up being the remaining pure virgin girl or have my very own descendants? I wanna see my minis slash juniors running around with their two little cute feet. familiar me as mum. Ah happy vision. A little too early to make plans. but an imagination wont hurt xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think meeting Kev Jumba or Taeyang is like commiting immediate suicide. Why do their common figures or similar face structures or long-lost-twin look alike won't stop haunting me??  However I am still fortunate for dealing with them in different parts of this world. Otherwise I might as well dig my own graveyard and paste their pictures at my tombstone. Lol. Kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for groceries shopping and bought myself a carton of Cookies &amp;amp; Cream ice cream. DROOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man I can not wait for my hair to grow long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQUZI_ddiGI/AAAAAAAAALg/wZ7iVwBdAGE/s320/video9-1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549869758068656226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My poor precision lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-3777015372661899429?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3777015372661899429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3777015372661899429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3777015372661899429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Love in vein'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQUMqBMSQII/AAAAAAAAALQ/pTi2YWNWGbA/s72-c/tumblr_lcmg4yha411qzn34eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5229970834321877532</id><published>2010-12-12T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:37:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wow</title><content type='html'>Everybody seems happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I wanna be happier too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres a big differences between phases there but I sorta sacrificed my 4 hours of sleep this morning. Im gonna leave you figuring out the big picture now and excuse myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-5229970834321877532?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5229970834321877532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5229970834321877532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5229970834321877532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-wow.html' title='oh wow'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-8000925728844394858</id><published>2010-12-08T07:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:44:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An attempt of cowcrapping has yet again to be successful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moira, where in this house are you? I fed you and you left me. Booch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Merely 2 hours ago my dream was dragged away by a 10 year old little one in the reason that she was occuring a stomacha&lt;/span&gt;che, or specifically colic wind pain, and was in need of vicks ointment. I understood the aching feeling as I am very used to of its experience. Lets say, immuned. Hence I forced myself to rise up and did some good hospitality including the fact, that she is my own sister. Looked for vicks, called up maid, took a glass of hot plain water. Then I soon returned to my sleeping chamber but Moira was awaken as well by the moaning sound and thus both us couldnt find our way back to sleep. Mum turned up awhile after to comfort the little one so she just had to switch on the lights (Interruption groan?!?!). We ended up in the kitchen, having slices of heated pizza for breakfast at 6 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; I am stoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Laughs. A such detailed story just for my explaination from facing trouble to re-sleep. So much for being lame and young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQT7xF25WeI/AAAAAAAAALI/AC62BhWHg_4/s320/imagesdrhydtr.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 208px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549837461631883746" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;½ fornight ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt; I had a long post in mind about determining my future while I was in the shower. But I guess, I showered it off. Time's pretty much a bitch for roaming around too fast 'cause life needs to be lived to the fullest, missing a thing in every moment is like a crime. We require our role to attain the sugar and spices as flavours in our lives that mere almighty God knows the que to our stopwatch. Long, short who would assume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Time's up. I ought to lower down my lids and shut them.&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/6103391809846757987-8000925728844394858?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8000925728844394858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/attempt-of-cowcrapping-has-yet-again-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8000925728844394858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8000925728844394858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/attempt-of-cowcrapping-has-yet-again-to.html' title='An attempt of cowcrapping has yet again to be successful'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TQT7xF25WeI/AAAAAAAAALI/AC62BhWHg_4/s72-c/imagesdrhydtr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6536607005392967908</id><published>2010-12-03T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:22:09.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 million threads</title><content type='html'>So my last visit was a pair months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my observation, alas, I am not pleased of the current constant variable. So shall I might be possibly manipulating this experiment soon and supposed the anticipation of my occurrence. Soon enough I hope. Subtracting the ugly future result statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. I am referring to my hair. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It's someone's age-ing day today :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Happy 3-days-late December, creatures of earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6536607005392967908?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6536607005392967908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/23-million-threads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6536607005392967908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6536607005392967908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/23-million-threads.html' title='23 million threads'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-8730194459679051361</id><published>2010-11-27T10:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:01:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TPBmcCv1mzI/AAAAAAAAALA/shMOwig7m-Y/s1600/tumblr_l5c96862zq1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TPBmcCv1mzI/AAAAAAAAALA/shMOwig7m-Y/s320/tumblr_l5c96862zq1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544043773252967218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-8730194459679051361?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8730194459679051361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8730194459679051361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8730194459679051361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets.html' title='Let&apos;s?'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TPBmcCv1mzI/AAAAAAAAALA/shMOwig7m-Y/s72-c/tumblr_l5c96862zq1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6658951104833304881</id><published>2010-11-26T13:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:03:10.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold that trigger. I mean pull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO_hIJQcqnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7CKPPBeReEk/s1600/tumblr_l0ncwaZaDb1qa2txho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO_hIJQcqnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7CKPPBeReEk/s320/tumblr_l0ncwaZaDb1qa2txho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543897196356479602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO_hIJQcqnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7CKPPBeReEk/s1600/tumblr_l0ncwaZaDb1qa2txho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blog, you're sick of me that I'm certained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am with the presence of a small-sized electronic notebook and a comfy leathered couch infront of the flat screen television. Satisfying myself with online writing as if I am mumbling to the mirror again that none could hear. Slowly swinging solid oval shaped chocolates constantly to my tongue. Inhaling fresh air, 10 stories above ground surrounded by fishing-ships. The view, however is quite impressive with tall high developed buildings, pretty calm clouds, tweeting birds flying majesticly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...Who am I to kid. If it isn't the help from green trees and the long sarawak river by the side, the view sucks. I am practically inhaling polluted morning air, watching clouds of dark smokes and listening to loud honks which irritate my hearing badly. Truthfully, people are not paying enough attention to the environment. And I shall not waste slamming another same bloody data to support my observations because, oh well, everyone is often recklessly willful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to my first paragraph.. while waiting for my turn in que to hit the shower. Yes, only that. So much for being cliche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Saved to draft &amp;amp; 10 hours later]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desperation of hygiene relief, I quickly ran to the bathroom before somebody else does and didn't own enough time to complete my writing. thus, the delay post. Chanceful to post after that task but the answer to my excuse is proven below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a week of Harry Potter fever, finally I made my way into MBO and bought a ticket for myself  to watch at 5.15pm today. It was indeed a two-thumbs up film for this time regardless of the past two disappointing series.  Much to add, but this film reveals alot of stunned act and startling scenes. Although Daniel Radclieffe has grown less good-looking I must say. Nothing to upset about that. Just saying. Hence, I cannot wait for the part II. Roll in another smackin series! No sad endings please. It doesnt umm, please me. Hah. Weird thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO_hcH4QlvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mLtJByaFMbw/s320/tumblr_lao7cy52Ra1qzj9qpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543897539583973106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; So tomorrow I'm.. oh faeces.. my phone's ringing. In the middle of silent night. Shocked me to death with its strong vibration and maximised tone volume. I have officially lost the eager of continue writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I should stop here. Goodnight everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6658951104833304881?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6658951104833304881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/hold-that-trigger-i-mean-pull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6658951104833304881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6658951104833304881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/hold-that-trigger-i-mean-pull.html' title='Hold that trigger. I mean pull'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO_hIJQcqnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7CKPPBeReEk/s72-c/tumblr_l0ncwaZaDb1qa2txho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-4539571576093439445</id><published>2010-11-26T01:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T02:09:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Littlest Crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6in9IkMJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1t9TGA5dJCs/s1600/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6in9IkMJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1t9TGA5dJCs/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543546998648746130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6iadKJZuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VUOXl1vV75g/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6iadKJZuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VUOXl1vV75g/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543546766727145186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6h4CSR2CI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yBWpIZOiwQo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543546175397943330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6hn7W2OtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M_tEj3a35iw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543545898660149970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's demented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wars between countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People are dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Homeless humans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why has the world turned stringy wires?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Iraq, to Palestine, to South Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not understand a single thing about surmounting nation difficult obstacles by piercing bombs and discharge bullets to innocent citizens. Aren't we enough of losing people in tragic manners, seeing children tearing up in agony, individuals running around for covers. I am trying to trade place with the party behind this plan but its unacceptably foolish. May karma bite your ass soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6jmEL8JnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/NSQaS0EQRKA/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-25%2Bat%2B22.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543548065693836914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother dearest that could ever known, I dont think my teeth require braces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are fine as far as I am concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for updating too much. My holidays are quite disappointing despite the fact that my sister is sitting for her public exam. Oh, I had an hour of great swim today :) Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda late now. In need of pampering eyes and face skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6lZmw_dPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3hW1oUmkRU8/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-26%2Bat%2B02.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543550050661004530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse the dork image. Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-4539571576093439445?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4539571576093439445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/littlest-crowd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4539571576093439445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4539571576093439445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/littlest-crowd.html' title='Littlest Crowd'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TO6in9IkMJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1t9TGA5dJCs/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-6379496201543789840</id><published>2010-11-25T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:48:57.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out and leave the reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventhough how impossible the mission is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've missed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-6379496201543789840?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6379496201543789840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-out-leave-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6379496201543789840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/6379496201543789840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-out-leave-reality.html' title='Get out and leave the reality.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-2156149876950545660</id><published>2010-11-24T11:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:46:59.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushes. Scrubs. Gone.</title><content type='html'>I wonder how are you out there facing your big battle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say Im a doctor love. I'd say &lt;s&gt;bullshit&lt;/s&gt; cowcrap. Trouble myself with such poor strength to withstand my own personal issue of letting go yet advising others is like biting a raspberry cheese cake. On the other hand, kiddies argument has became apart of my main priorities after witnessing such ridiculous internet fight over a small matter. Plain stupidity. As much as I want to avoid this consequence, but knowing your own blood-relative is madly involved and being reputation-trashed are definitely a must for you to shield quick. Most likely damaged by ugly rumours and false statements spreading wild fire that you wanna put out. Frankly speaking, Im really not a violent person who enjoys bashing by way of words nor physically. Especially at a child under 13 (wtf). True story. But damn you, I have my limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TOykuuN10PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kgUjmtM5EqM/s320/tumblr_lb5nd6SdH01qzfl5vo1_500.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542986363973259506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HUNGRY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I develop this feeling of gaining 20 pounds after sighting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But who cares about a slight weight increase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TOylmsgb-vI/AAAAAAAAAJo/St_2cMWQrck/s320/tumblr_lai1a0TJQo1qar3y2o1_500.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542987325587061490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn son! you mad?! K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With unoccupied daily basis Im dealing now apparently bores me to partial death. I know, I wished for it but Im gonna rephrase it to short-term-granted-wish. Since I am already dying so much to step out of the house doing something to at least keep myself and brain busy. 'Cause gawking the laptop screen for 10 hours in a day is unhealthy. But hey, I actually had my two feet soaking in the salty water and sands at Damai a couple of days ago including this earlier evening. Two trips not ought to be enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there have been some swimming plans to expect soon with Yolanda and Camillus. My two favourite people :) Til then, I shall enjoy myself in the water pool tomorrow together with Amoi and the rest of my sepet people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You. Blog. Next in 3 days perhaps? Meet again soon!&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/6103391809846757987-2156149876950545660?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2156149876950545660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/brushes-scrubs-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2156149876950545660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2156149876950545660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/brushes-scrubs-gone.html' title='Brushes. Scrubs. Gone.'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TOykuuN10PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kgUjmtM5EqM/s72-c/tumblr_lb5nd6SdH01qzfl5vo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-2597335634865995173</id><published>2010-11-20T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:34:51.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This way to exit</title><content type='html'>Just one more event and im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-10 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant heavy meal. Every 2 hours. Daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lazying around like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sh!t. Mind strucked to Leo Annual Dinner this December 15th. Punchline much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-2597335634865995173?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2597335634865995173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-way-to-exit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2597335634865995173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2597335634865995173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-way-to-exit.html' title='This way to exit'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-7764203789709605728</id><published>2010-11-14T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T09:06:52.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a brief second, sometimes I think that meeting you was one of the &lt;strong&gt;mistakes&lt;/strong&gt; I did but who's to be blamed here when actually it was god's act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think even gotten to know you was one of the &lt;strong&gt;best experiences &lt;/strong&gt;Ive ever had throughout my, roughly, 16 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;I must say, things were really great. Nothing perfect but close.&lt;br /&gt;I was truly happier cause somehow it was as if an accidental luck that I pretty much don't get often.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know it could only afforded to take hold for several months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-7764203789709605728?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7764203789709605728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/365-days-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7764203789709605728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7764203789709605728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/365-days-ago.html' title='365 days ago'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5229843907805752001</id><published>2010-11-12T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:49:36.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5, 6, 7, 8</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare me a bed with dozens of comfy pillows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll doze off in a jiffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, work to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might end up skinny soon cause my scheduele is packed with dance training again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I have this large irritating ulcer under my tongue which stonewall myself from eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like every bite I take would allow a tear fall. Man it hurts so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhausted. Sleep-deprived. Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-5229843907805752001?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5229843907805752001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-6-7-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5229843907805752001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5229843907805752001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-6-7-8.html' title='5, 6, 7, 8'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-1060193353972741446</id><published>2010-11-08T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:42:59.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TNgOpA1JvyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WcZwUamRsYg/s1600/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537191839612387106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TNgOpA1JvyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WcZwUamRsYg/s320/wtf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm fulfilling your job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it easier for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you obtain the credit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say you were the supposedly entitled P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You know what, I'm only doing this for the sake of kindness and sincerity. I'll stay strong and firm, that only god knows what is going on. as He will prove it someday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537195135604697074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TNgRo3W9J_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/HEt01r8dcmQ/s320/Fullscreen+capture+8112010+75057+PM.bmp.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look whom did I converge to this earlier evening :) God I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sorry I haven't been constantly updating like I used to. Im having another exams since last Wednesday but luck was on our side, it's only a small scale and only 20% counted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And things are in entire disarray this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So much stuff to do, so much tasks to perform yet so limited time is given. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The dinner preparation, the Leo visiting, the performances, assignments.. All happening in the same week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;School will end soon. SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2010 started out awesomely in school. Especially back in February. Oh my. Time flies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hey, little did I realize..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Our time has up..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;So that was it?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;No last one form of alphabeticals?&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how about back when we first met?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-1060193353972741446?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1060193353972741446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-im-fulfilling-your-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1060193353972741446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/1060193353972741446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-im-fulfilling-your-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TNgOpA1JvyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WcZwUamRsYg/s72-c/wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-5069860300212288452</id><published>2010-10-31T20:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:07:23.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th mile brought a smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TM1oXbZPTvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KfXegMYlp9I/s1600/P1130423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534194268808105714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TM1oXbZPTvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KfXegMYlp9I/s320/P1130423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TM1m4Yyer6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/EGKZsXQj89w/s1600/P1130421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534192636021092258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TM1m4Yyer6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/EGKZsXQj89w/s320/P1130421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TM1nISJqOiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eiEd11L-HrY/s1600/P1130419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534192909117176354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TM1nISJqOiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eiEd11L-HrY/s320/P1130419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when we see homeless mental subnormal people wandering around the streets, most of us hold fear as we are afraid of them to harm us. I am too. But after meeting these patients, I could feel their sympathic side of story. Majority of them are diagnosed of schizophrenia which is rated as a common case. Age between 28-70s. Believe me, they are nice people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They were excited when we came and thought of us as friends. The second we entered the ward, they rushed to the front and we exchanged hellos. There were of course funny moments where one of them was, an old lady started to sing a random chinese song and pointed her finger to conduct. Another lady claimed that she has been pregnant for 6 months when actually her stomach is clearly flat. Among all, only one enjoys smugging herself by clipping her fringe and ties her super short hair into a tiny bun. That was cute. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even made our way to another ward which occupies by very few patients. On our way, we passed the male ward but we were advised not to pay a visit because some of them are quite... &lt;em&gt;cheeky&lt;/em&gt;. So we only waved and gave a smile from outside. So the second ward looked kinda boring but we managed to find 2 patients to talk with. As regularly, their statements in our conversation were totally made up or manipulated. Nurses told us to only nod in agreement and go with the flow or otherwise their temper might work up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left some time 3 hours later around lunch hour and treated ourselves with Sunny Hills ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would conclude this as a fun experience and you should definitely try it too :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Schoolbag to pack. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-5069860300212288452?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5069860300212288452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/7th-mile-brought-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5069860300212288452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/5069860300212288452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/7th-mile-brought-smile.html' title='7th mile brought a smile :)'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TM1oXbZPTvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KfXegMYlp9I/s72-c/P1130423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-7073352031960546092</id><published>2010-10-30T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:22:20.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undevelopment roads = bumpy</title><content type='html'>Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week I have been going through a pretty rough ride which includes both mine and my surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More or less my friends are thicked with problems and dramas that I, as regularly, the one solver. I'm not complaining :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And few problems hit mine but as god is always by my side, im still going strong. Thankfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week I have been putting a lot of weight.. I wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had alot of food intake, mainly brunch since im surrounded by mates in school and the school's canteen gets tempting too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Plus my apetite keeps on calling out for no reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This week I have been fragile towards little things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I get easily angry, offended, happy, crybaby, burst into laughter and such expressions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my moodswing is so b**chy at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously, this stupid menses need start showing up now instead of giving some gawky symptoms that is clearly messing up life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMuOFrhWokI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hxZSAsGr7Lw/s1600/P1130047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533672795387896386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMuOFrhWokI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hxZSAsGr7Lw/s320/P1130047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meeting those two tomorrow morning for a visit to the 7th mile mental hospital. pretty exciting. Another experience, memory to gain and cherish :) Umm I think im gonna go back to sleep now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Til then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-7073352031960546092?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7073352031960546092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/undevelopment-roads-bumpy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7073352031960546092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/7073352031960546092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/undevelopment-roads-bumpy.html' title='Undevelopment roads = bumpy'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMuOFrhWokI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hxZSAsGr7Lw/s72-c/P1130047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-2979051860439451151</id><published>2010-10-28T20:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:52:04.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky, Earth, Water, Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMpnwMVtpnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/12E-g14PNT8/s1600/P1130244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533349169821754994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMpnwMVtpnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/12E-g14PNT8/s320/P1130244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strawberry garden :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533351600088753858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMpp9pyhJsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/yqbSpS5C6aM/s320/P1130307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ck&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello blog and readers :) My vacation was undeniably breathtaking though all the joy I had was partially mixed up with some stupid guilty pleasure that I was trying to get rid off. considering the matter of skipping school for many days brought heavy loss and my sister will be contending an important public exam by next month. damn punchline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As much as this guilty pleasure has given me, still I enjoy truancy. rararararara. with parents knowing though. consider the crime, legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? drivers here are so complicatedly fatuous. Its like at a junction, fcourse you wanna pass a green light as quick as possible therefore you wont have to wait another 5 minutes. but instead, they drive at a constant speed but once the traffic light turns yellow, they tend to hit the gas at a higher speed so eventually they would crash a red light&lt;/span&gt;. wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And sometimes, I stumble upon a quite big number of selfish motorcyclists who cycle in the middle of the road. It &lt;s&gt;drives&lt;/s&gt; cycles me nuts sitting behind the wheel to wait for them adding the fact they're slow and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Final Exam Part I &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jonathan : Miss tchee, I go toilet. thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Tchee : Quickly ah. Finish your paper or not?&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan : Nearly done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Tchee : So hurry back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[20minutes later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jonathan : (Panting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Romario : Took you so long to go toilet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Tchee : (Odd stares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jonathan : Business la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waneey: Go toilet also sweating that heavy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jonathan : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONSTIPATION MAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Romario : wtf you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Class : HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The real excuse was he actually went for a basketball session with his fellows at the court. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMp_gIAehlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EM1v62WjdEs/s1600/P1130341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533375282060101202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMp_gIAehlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/EM1v62WjdEs/s320/P1130341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomized by the end of the day of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-2979051860439451151?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2979051860439451151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/sky-earth-water-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2979051860439451151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2979051860439451151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/sky-earth-water-green.html' title='Sky, Earth, Water, Green'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TMpnwMVtpnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/12E-g14PNT8/s72-c/P1130244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-8831177611024116158</id><published>2010-10-19T09:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:34:33.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jekyll The Generous :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TLz9NOw37WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yLLf2Jk45ps/s1600/Fullscreen+capture+19102010+100334+AM.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529572846247341410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TLz9NOw37WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yLLf2Jk45ps/s320/Fullscreen+capture+19102010+100334+AM.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Beverly, you shall have my thanks for this new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I have approximately 690 pastries are waiting to be sold and while that Im willing to make use of my writing skill spent here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I skipped school today. My body was aching since 18 hours ago and my throat turned swell madly that I was unable to manage a dinner intake. I began to pertain tussive issue which bugs the second it effected me. Im so sick that taking substances sicken me already. Adding the fact that I have to rinse my oral cavity twice daily with that medicated mouthwash given by my dentist a couple of weeks ago. Believe me, it doesnt give good taste at all. SIGH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. My cupcakes ran out. Well cinnamon rolls it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I flunked my english essay? Fear I not. But anyways, Mdm Daisy has replaced our most loving Mdm Azlin who went for a further-study, 7 days before the Raya holidays. And when Mdm Daisy stepped into our class on her first day of teaching with her extreme fierce look, the whole class stunned into silence. We stood up to greet her and none even dare to move a muscle. I turned my back and was actually holding myself from bursting into laughter. 'Twas one of the hilarious expressions Ive seen on them. ('venturous' my foot now ah.)&lt;br /&gt;So back to my main point, she gave back our papers and neither one of us were please about it. Especially I, who broke down into lacrimations that I do not wish to go more of the story. Thus, we all uninamously would like to have our &lt;strong&gt;Mdm Azlin&lt;/strong&gt; back :) Please and thank you. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529593127366223394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TL0Ppv0a5iI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wlaEr8CnJfk/s320/P1130018.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some guilty pleasure I did at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scoop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the absence of my dentist :)&lt;br /&gt;Though I suffered after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My sister would refer me as a dog for a frequent time based on the reason that I was born in the year of dogs. But it was proven a similar characteristic due to my strong sense of smell. Seriously?? Yes, seriously. And I hate it so much because I tend to have bad headaches when Im receiving an excessive amount of scent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But nevermind, dogs are awesome. Puppies, preferably.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529597359369334290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TL0TgFQlrhI/AAAAAAAAAII/YRlvfJiUVmE/s320/running-cute-puppies_pg-small.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Simply adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im done for today. Blogging might bore me anytime soon when I do this too much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Auf Wiedersehen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-8831177611024116158?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8831177611024116158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/beverly-you-shall-have-my-thanks-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8831177611024116158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8831177611024116158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/beverly-you-shall-have-my-thanks-for.html' title='Dr. Jekyll The Generous :)'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UxwLVZ3Enzg/TLz9NOw37WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yLLf2Jk45ps/s72-c/Fullscreen+capture+19102010+100334+AM.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-2816933854720982818</id><published>2010-10-16T22:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:21:58.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperature has reached critical level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ij7&amp;amp;5h8$4jk?7y(i?ruj69f7qpk4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World, I'm sooo ticked off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dadster. He exited my game without even saving it in the laptop when I was heading downstairs to get a glass of water for like 40 seconds top. Therefore now, I have to restart all over again which terrorized the whole ecstasy mood. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And at this moment my internet connection so wants me to cause some earthquake damage here.&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/6103391809846757987-2816933854720982818?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2816933854720982818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/temperature-has-reached-critical-level.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2816933854720982818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/2816933854720982818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/temperature-has-reached-critical-level.html' title='Temperature has reached critical level'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-8103235109036026726</id><published>2010-10-14T23:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:03:08.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon poker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes even the best damn thing can damn you up real bad. That you feel like a big screw up and just wanna raise your white flag immediately. Cause you think that the world has started to disintegrate. And stab you right through your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despite breaking down and cried this morning with that shitty result right on my sight, I feel thankful at the same time for all the optimitism encouragement that fed my pessimistic down-spirit from such caring humanbeings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, thank you for everything. Especially the countless love and hugs. I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to start learning by making an acceptance to certain rough things in this fair enough life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;"God is viewed All-Wise (The Holy Qur'an 45:37) and messengers are given scripture and wisdom (The Holy Qur'an 2:129)."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6103391809846757987-8103235109036026726?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8103235109036026726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-even-best-damn-thing-can-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8103235109036026726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/8103235109036026726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-even-best-damn-thing-can-damn.html' title='Balloon poker'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-3210615277629588523</id><published>2010-10-13T00:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:42:39.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disabsorption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have school to attend in another 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure each and every one of the living souls on earth has ever occur this sort of feeling where you want to be on holidays longer or rather in school just to meet friends for an endless conversation. In fact, Im occuring it now. My lazyness has once again affected me. Again. And again. But nothing new. Needless to say I have results to receive tomorrow and biology would be the first thing in the morning. Something very.. overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain sarcasm. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally went to seek for my dentist earlier this evening after a week of toothache agony. I have good news in my hands : my front teeth are no more aching :) The observation stated that my gum had a calculus growth somewhere in between the pockets of my teeth and gum. During the calculus removal process, my gum was bleeding the whole time so it kinda gave me some deep impact slash lacrima rolling down these acneful cheeks. All is well, they managed to take it out. Just the only leftover fact that I'm under medication now xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall thank God for the success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda late. I'm supposed to have already arrived at Dreamland by now. So goodnight.&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/6103391809846757987-3210615277629588523?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3210615277629588523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/disabsorption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3210615277629588523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/3210615277629588523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/disabsorption.html' title='Disabsorption'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103391809846757987.post-4820779934205898918</id><published>2010-10-12T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:06:41.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport to Blogspot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dearest old dusty blogspot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I came back for a very rational reason that it's so rational until it over reaches the maximum spilling limit here. I hope your love for me is maintained as the same amount of my affection towards you. Lets remain our barter system to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice and I kinda collide. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Waneey Safri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I solumnly swear that this return is officially legal. Guilty as charged!"&lt;/strong&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/6103391809846757987-4820779934205898918?l=dear23rddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4820779934205898918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/passport-to-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4820779934205898918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6103391809846757987/posts/default/4820779934205898918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dear23rddiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/passport-to-blogspot.html' title='Passport to Blogspot'/><author><name>Waneey Safri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172007123923597482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTiW76ldn-Y/ToX_q-xJVPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-e5b1vK4ZiE/s220/Picture0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
