<?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-5403179380378759874</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:25:55.354+08:00</updated><category term='balloon exploding'/><category term='Yumm'/><category term='mixed feelings'/><category term='music'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='westlife'/><category term='Portobello Mushroom burger'/><category term='heart in motion'/><category term='gedik whore moment'/><category term='giddy'/><category term='Friendship day'/><category term='eargasm moment'/><title type='text'>Secret Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>812</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6508934001292926548</id><published>2012-02-15T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:21:53.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eargasm moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart in motion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='westlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed feelings'/><title type='text'>Queen of Music</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://p.z.6.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://p.z.6.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=76ZPJTyB8kzj0JoYgfE8&amp;amp;acpl=ZR64MoMFAB36Bn8JoW3hkEYza6guVR0hJSXeNbzvWA0Wz394NT4x0yzeLe6EsHAG&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.z.6.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://p.z.6.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=76ZPJTyB8kzj0JoYgfE8&amp;amp;acpl=ZR64MoMFAB36Bn8JoW3hkEYza6guVR0hJSXeNbzvWA0Wz394NT4x0yzeLe6EsHAG&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ain't a true westlife fan if you never heard this song before! Awesomee! :DD Probably their best song in my opinion :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the music :) Something given to me that I know that can't never leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Mark Feehily's voice &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6508934001292926548?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6508934001292926548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/queen-of-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6508934001292926548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6508934001292926548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/queen-of-music.html' title='Queen of Music'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-725812240660697302</id><published>2012-02-13T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:13:35.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portobello Mushroom burger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloon exploding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yumm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gedik whore moment'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship Day is OVER! *phew* Tough work man and thank you so much to everyone who helped.. OMG I forgot to thanked everyone because I was so freaking stressed but seriously I owe you guys my life! O_O! (nah :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha I got like 21 Friendship Day stuff! OMG! My table was like crowded, invaded by pretty little things :) Thank you sooo much Ashley, Chui Vern, Ying Yee, Jaya, Farah, Chantal, Jamalina, Adam, Foo Hsiang, Ian, Yi Xuan, Mom, Dad, Sonia, Darien, Siang Siang, Andria, Amanda, Amirul, Yi Pei and Samantha! So sweet lah you guyssss :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah and thank you Aiman for the lolipop! hahaha 22 then :PPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had like 10 daisies, all with different beautiful colors (I shall take a picture before they die D:) and 9 roses :DDDD, 10 cupcakes and 2 macarons and one lollipop! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had like to fill two vases, one for roses and the other I neatly arranged was the DAISIES! OMG! I LOVE DAISIES!!! They're so pretty and the stalk is sooo furry *molest* hehehehe :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. Sweet dreams! I have no idea how to finish the cupcakes without gaining weight :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Yay they finally changed the seating position.. So much happier! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-725812240660697302?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/725812240660697302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/725812240660697302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/725812240660697302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7628811268161190454</id><published>2012-02-09T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:01:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Everybody Pregnant</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FYfZwDorJsw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenna Marbles! ehhehe she's sooo awesome :D But she drops the f-bomb too much.. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, someone I can say more crazier and insane than muh self. Teehee~ :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG... if I could accumulate all the time I spent on Youtube and tumblr, definitely can study for SPM.. twice.. :O Whyyyy? If only there was 'Youtube' as a school subject, 99.99998342572634726354% I'll ace that like a Boss! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makeup getting everybody pregnant~~~~ Hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized a new emoticon.. The 'yumm' P: hahahaha looks cute right? haha other than my famous 'chewing' one &lt;span&gt;:I (this one cacat.. because my 'I' looks like an 'l' -.-)&lt;/span&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;HAHAHA k. gotta go study now.. P=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: wondering why I'm not in school? Well...... if I tell you, then I'd have to kill you..  ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7628811268161190454?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7628811268161190454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/getting-everybody-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7628811268161190454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7628811268161190454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/getting-everybody-pregnant.html' title='Getting Everybody Pregnant'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FYfZwDorJsw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8022322133973649676</id><published>2012-02-09T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:40:00.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!... I'm seriously behind time man.. :S Ask me about any homework, I'll be like "We have homework?? O_O!" Crap... I think tomorrow I'll have to stay back at school and finish all of em.. (and stay away from the distractions like food, computer, internet, food, friendship day shizz, food, sleep) :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPM YEAAR CHIA HWEI! What chu doing? Nothing. that's what *roll eyes at self* everytime during Maths, Without FAIL sure when she list down the people who haven't handed up their homework.. Ding ding! My name is always called out.. OMG.. so screwed :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise myself.. after friendship day I'm sooo gonna study and study and study... (bullshit. :P) well... I'll TRY. and thank God this is the first and last time I'm doing Friendship Day. God. who knew there's so much to do. But we earn A LOT. (Yay me! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.. now... to sleep. (lack of sleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so stressful.. My dad wants me to get a scholarship.. And for that to happen, I must really really REALLLY work hard.. Which I'm lazy to do but it's for my own good. Brain! Why won't you listen to me? :( Aii.. why can't Malaysia be like Australia.. Pay high tax but get free education like university courses and even free medical treatment.. Aii.. Here it's like high tax and sucky education and expensive courses.. Woot~ Malaysia Boleh! =-='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8022322133973649676?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8022322133973649676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8022322133973649676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8022322133973649676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7747838219183183787</id><published>2012-02-07T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T01:59:19.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls.. PFFT!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u-yLGIH7W9Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;HAHAHAHA! Soooo trueeeee!!! Especially the potato chips part. Hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't go screaming and jumping in glee when I see a long lost friend... or do I? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7747838219183183787?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7747838219183183787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/girls-pfft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7747838219183183787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7747838219183183787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/girls-pfft.html' title='Girls.. PFFT!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u-yLGIH7W9Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-34838015626471432</id><published>2012-02-05T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:16:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domino</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://o.i.9.y.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.i.9.y.aimini.net/play/?fid=y9IOdrUHuvW8e9M1xiBj&amp;amp;acpl=Dicai1eYvSISevmeT6PDjuy47mezFiODpt2dJ5p2ADdgn9neckjhr3wPL3uRiJrX&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://o.i.9.y.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.i.9.y.aimini.net/play/?fid=y9IOdrUHuvW8e9M1xiBj&amp;amp;acpl=Dicai1eYvSISevmeT6PDjuy47mezFiODpt2dJ5p2ADdgn9neckjhr3wPL3uRiJrX&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;I like this from Jessie J eventhough it's quite old. It's have the same chords as Friday from Katy Perry if you listen close. :D&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/5403179380378759874-34838015626471432?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/34838015626471432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/domino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/34838015626471432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/34838015626471432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/domino.html' title='Domino'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7572116564836514192</id><published>2012-02-05T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T14:16:41.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swag Smug Swog</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! Holidays! Friendship Day sales finished.. We did... AWESOME! We reached the goal we set up like TWO TIMES MORE! Woot! Proud moment :DDD knowing I don't have any experience at all in this! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept for 12 hours.. OMG.. The week was like only 6 or even 5 hours.. *bliss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Victory dance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muahahahaahaaa I know so many people giving me.. Like about... 20. Hahahaha *smug face* Heehee~~ :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was soooooo high on Friday. Since it was the last day and it had the best sales.. ^^V and because of H.I.M. I was feeling so giddy the entire day.. :)&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;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b79FTeeEemk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;Hahaha.. after seeing this vid, I'm such a swogger. :S Chester See! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D-Trix is sooo awesomely funny.. Gucci! hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Now I'm writing the cards and I have to say they look pretty awesome.. :D I have more confidence in my handwriting now hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7572116564836514192?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7572116564836514192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/swag-smug-swog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7572116564836514192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7572116564836514192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/swag-smug-swog.html' title='Swag Smug Swog'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b79FTeeEemk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2133670127285515927</id><published>2012-02-01T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:58:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Just Fall in Love</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://e.h.d.e.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.h.d.e.aimini.net/play/?fid=eDHENBsjlZXfU4QwOZPD&amp;amp;acpl=ayfhWl9uKfautu1hdEawMQqiouCRrymwcJ80Faea5mq4c2hpaPF475BGLpOhZm56&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://e.h.d.e.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.h.d.e.aimini.net/play/?fid=eDHENBsjlZXfU4QwOZPD&amp;amp;acpl=ayfhWl9uKfautu1hdEawMQqiouCRrymwcJ80Faea5mq4c2hpaPF475BGLpOhZm56&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;I dunno why when I heard this song in the departmental store, I sorta got addicted to it.. I dunno before this, when I heard it, I thought it was so-so but now.. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he has a really nice voice! :) and he's really good looking even with his dreads but obviously without looks much greater :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see him. I want that feeling when he suddenly appears and it makes me heart send lightning zaps up and down my body.. and obviously I would pretend nothing of it so it wouldn't be obvious.. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2133670127285515927?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2133670127285515927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-just-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2133670127285515927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2133670127285515927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-just-fall-in-love.html' title='Let&apos;s Just Fall in Love'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1230283196811646722</id><published>2012-01-31T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:39:47.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicness!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today there's INTERACT! for koku after school. But also the day I have to order the flowers and buy paper and fillers and blah blah blah! Epic day I must say. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we left our junk in the school canteen. Then we quickly changed before my mom comes to fetch us to the flower shop in SS15. Love mee mom! :) She even gave my friends ang paos hahaha (yeah very generous to others but super stingy with meh) =-='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mom dropped us.. and you know the day before,, spend quite a long time on the phone with the aunty owning the shop.. Haha I couldn't bank in because it was late and my parents are kind of angry at me 24/7 thinking of Friendship Day only.. Hahahaha so I promised her I would pay full payment today. Hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always loved flowers!! (Hint! Hint!! :D) They're so purdy and why not many people want daisies, they're sooo beautiful! The colors are so bright and deep. And it's so furry at the stalk (pedoface) Made payment yet we were short of Rm50.. Had to borrow money from Yee.. HUH? I was like "I swear I counted a few times.." Then I was left dumbfounded... Then while we're walking towards McD's for lunch, thank God I checked deep inside the envelope and found the Rm50.. OMG!! *pheww* and I was JUST about to throw it away.. (aduh sakitnya hati...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While walking to McD, suddenly across the road, there was this lady prompting us to cross over to their cruiser (It was Hitz.fm!! O_O!) saying there's free stuff and obviously at first I was skeptical.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But WOAH! Freebies like mega ultra gila banyak man! Like four Gardenia waffles each! Then a can of 7-up Revive, three Ford calenders and FAMOUS AMOS cookies!!!! :DDDD (we didn't go McD with all the food in our hands Muahahah!) Then there was this competition where we can win like two free GSC tickets to ANY movie and free vouchers to Nandos.. Oh lala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So God knows how I managed to get top 2 and the winner gets to choose either one and we had to do 'openg' but sadly I lost 3-2. :( BUT! The girl chose the movie tickets so I can the FREE FOOD! (what I was aiming for) so Woohoo! Hahaha wow.. First time ever coming across these radio crews. They're so friendly too :)) Hehe feeling lucky~! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked back, played interact chasing game.. At first it was 'Honey I love you' and I lost and the loser had to like had lipstick painted on their face and I chose a moustache! :DD (oh I meant ^~.~^ HAHAHA) and it was swag.. Together with my 'eyebrow', haha I felt so 'the man' all the sudden haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God so exhausted! Walking from flower shop, played chasing game in interact, then later sell Friendship Day stuff during afternoon recess. *pening* when everything finished and I wanted to walk back home, I felt really reluctant as my bag plus hand carry plus Friendship Day menu board = Freaking heavy shizz. Luckily I managed to hitch a ride from Hariz! (Happy Birthday!) with his motorbike! It's sooo awesome! I felt the wind in my face and the adrenaline rushing to my brain.. I screamed of course but with joy and excitement ;) But he only fetched me to the overhead bridge bordering SS17 (school area) and SS19 (my house area) cause he's still under 'L' (not suppose to ride with anyone haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a motorbike too! It was always my dream... To have those super swag bikes shown in movies and that Tron: Legacy bike.. OMG! *eyegasm* What a day.. and not a single homework given was done that day.. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1230283196811646722?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1230283196811646722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/epicness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1230283196811646722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1230283196811646722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/epicness.html' title='Epicness!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8195994759385802485</id><published>2012-01-31T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:05:52.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Heck?</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this is a ranting post.. So sorry.. Lemme distract you with... Eh.. I got nothing. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My homework is seriously piling up. I mean like friendship day project completely overtaken my thinking capacity. But things are going smooth... or so I hope :D Today was specially epic.. Did I mention how much I loveeeeeeeee teddy bears! OMG! I got two hehe today Jaya gave me one.. It was sooo cute! :) Sitting in a little sock. :D But sadly I left it in school.. :C &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY? Well because of our stupid idiotic mother effing class teacher. That two-faced racist ass! She was 'inspired' by this idea (God knows where she got it) to 'creatively' rearrange the tables.. Shit man.. I wonder who supported her in this.. Stupid lah.. Then it looks horrible.. I mean it's like cramped up together.. 6 tables joined so the students faced each other.. I mean like then to look at the board, we have to turn our heads 90 degrees.. Isn't that stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine like the middle section is same concept, students facing each other but the tables are in one straight row.. then the other tables in groups of 6 are like cornering the middle making the whole class occupying only half of the wide space and shaped like a messy hexagon. Imagine turning your heads to the left to look at the board.. How many obstacles we have to go through.. First thing you see when you turn your head is another head.. then everyone has to like stretch their necks just to look at the freaking board. Very logical design.. Can be a mother-effing architect. =-='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I mean like after it's so horrible, she still stubbornly ask us to tahan for one week. Quoted by her 'it's like a new house, surely after some time you'll get used to it'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch please, there's a difference between comfort and being forcedly accustomed to some crappy.. When a lot of us didn't like it, she didn't freaking listen. t(-.-)t then all the tables slanting towards the sides don't have any fan. Nicely the idiot ask whether anyone wants to donate wall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fans... YOU PAY LAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the point of having a spacious classroom if we're gonna squeeze together.. Some people have to like zigzag just to get out of the maze..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KUDOS TO THE FREAKING GENIUS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Sorry about the profanities.. Just need to release some stress.. Hahaha I don't talk like this usually just when I'm really mad. :P I'm quite the gentle lemah-lembut type (HAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8195994759385802485?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8195994759385802485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-heck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8195994759385802485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8195994759385802485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-heck.html' title='What the Heck?'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4712530346528809772</id><published>2012-01-29T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:54:46.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/2173239_700b_v1.jpg" alt="The true meaning of friendship" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4712530346528809772?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4712530346528809772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4712530346528809772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4712530346528809772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2993342126958749377</id><published>2012-01-28T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:43:59.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 17th!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up around like 10 am to find a huge bundle of joy resting in my fridge... A CAKE! :DDD OMG!! Secret Recipe too! Heehee~~ Best to come... It's...! CLASSIC CHEESE! Like HOMG! Best cake in SR.. But like I thought they stop selling it... (back by popular demand!) :D ... My parents are so awesome!! Hahaha it's been a few years since having a full cake for my birthday hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got changed (literally. at first I wore plain clothes and my mum was like "CHANGE IT!" and I just wore the new t-shirt then DONE! *not a fashionable person*) and went to Pyramid! :D Today there was a gathering at Foo's place :D So he picked me up from Pyramid and we started walking to his place! Haha it's like a 5mins walk and the sun was blistering and I felt like I was melting hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chantal, Shawn, Jia Xiong and Kie Jun were already there! :DD I'm last. :P They even bought my a present hahahaha OMG!! Thank you guys soo much! :)))) oh. and Nicholas joined in like half an hour later.. Haha looks like I'm not last! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a wonderful feeling strangers and friends all wishes you on your facebook wall.. It's feels so awesome :DDD I'm sooo gonna make sure I will wish everyone, as many as I can knowing the joy it brings :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe played mahjong but it was the different kind and I was sooo lost. Thank you Chantal for being my 'lost' buddy! :D Hahaha Chantal's such a good girl! She doesn't know how to play cho tai ti or any card games like black jack hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I totally owned them all in cho tai ti! :PP 3/3 babeyh! :P Played dance dance revolution with the mat.. Hahahaha so retarded. And Foo's two sisters are soooo pretty and friendly and awesome!! :DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a really awesome blue bear plush with wings! :DDD My brother kept calling it 'birdbear' *roll eyes* it's so fluffly.. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had KFC for lunch (great thanks to Foo's generous parents! :DD) and korean bbq for dinner! Then later CAKE! God.. I'm so stuffed... *burp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! My birthday present.. I haven't decided yet! :D I'm thinking of THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.allkpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/20120127_suzy_1.jpg" /&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;OMG!! Suzy's sooooo pretty! Even without makeup! :)) The hat's sooo cute! Heehee but what I really want is... those banging headphones!! Soul by Ludacris.. ZOMG.. They look so swag.. But surely cost a lot..Ngeh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main goal: Get an decent, not too expensive yet awesome looking headphones! Booyeah! :D God I want those babies sooo badly.. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side wish: Go karaoke with family. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get ready world! Chia Hwei is officially the legal age to drive. Subang.. I'm gonna turn you inside out! Heh~! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2993342126958749377?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2993342126958749377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweet-17th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2993342126958749377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2993342126958749377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweet-17th.html' title='Sweet 17th!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6156123195923342304</id><published>2012-01-27T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T02:29:59.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 :D</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://z.p.g.g.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://z.p.g.g.aimini.net/play/?fid=gGPzxP4zdmLNvP0Pov4j&amp;amp;acpl=lLGbtfGlikGaut5NXrkO6DgaMlNxZLcOYQHJBDAFz6X0Gifq2vML2EwMyQdxoMK3&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://z.p.g.g.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://z.p.g.g.aimini.net/play/?fid=gGPzxP4zdmLNvP0Pov4j&amp;amp;acpl=lLGbtfGlikGaut5NXrkO6DgaMlNxZLcOYQHJBDAFz6X0Gifq2vML2EwMyQdxoMK3&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;My poor snuugums hahahaha got grounded by her parents! She can't even go online until SPM! now... (obviously she's more devious than that by secreting going online when her rents aren't around ;D) I was just on the phone with her while in the car. And my big mouth just had to tell my parents about it and then it gave them the idea to do something similar to me. O_O! Like making it only weekends for me. Crap. I'll die I tell yah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like I'm not THAT obsessed with the internet...... hahaha I mean I do study... sometimes... Okay I'm in trouble... Holiday homework gathering dust... Gah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The timetable changed... The heck man... Now everyday is like "Oh God please no! NO!" day. :( I photostated and even colored my current timetable furrr nuthin! Cis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.. I'm 17 in 2 minutes... hahaha hence the song :D HAHAHA perfect time to sing this! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen.. innocent as a rose~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha I feel so old.. :S But like a woman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay it's 12.00 am now Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite shy so I logged off facebook to avoid people... (Last year I completely changed my birthday to 25th just so people don't wish me..) I dunno why I feel so embarrassed. I'm not a person that's good at handling attention.. I rather sleep in my shell. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll definitely thank those wonderful people in the morning! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another weird older me.. Can't imagine how I'll be when I'm a parent.. Probably the funkiest yet! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6156123195923342304?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6156123195923342304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/17-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6156123195923342304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6156123195923342304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/17-d.html' title='17 :D'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1766247995968482914</id><published>2012-01-26T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:25:45.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.k.u.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://i.k.u.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3ukI8pEo0d9kQorla6UJ&amp;amp;acpl=PcrmPverOrRSeS6R68R7LNlpySIJHcM76CGkWmliZl9W5SPbRdJSI8zEgDB314s8&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.k.u.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://i.k.u.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3ukI8pEo0d9kQorla6UJ&amp;amp;acpl=PcrmPverOrRSeS6R68R7LNlpySIJHcM76CGkWmliZl9W5SPbRdJSI8zEgDB314s8&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry.. for PMS-ing. I'm having my period right now. Hahaha just todayh.. Boys cannot even imagine how it feels when you JUST realize you have your period before it stains your panties. Pheww.. Like I managed to diffuse a bomb.. Good timing! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah! Thanks to all who listens to my babbling and my fellow interact juniors that helped me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to Jamalina (Another member of the crazy wackos) that introduced this song to me. :D I loved the piano intro the best. So calming that I now feel as light as a feather. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more days! Hahaha time flies really fast! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: My cousin Gor Nicholas got this really awful allergy (hives) from when he was in China. He said it lasted for half a year and the doctor doesn't know why or what.. =-=' I hope he gets better. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1766247995968482914?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1766247995968482914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1766247995968482914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1766247995968482914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2391669727618810109</id><published>2012-01-26T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:14:58.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encore</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://p.s.7.m.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://p.s.7.m.aimini.net/play/?fid=m7SpsIhHmU31NGaBIT5U&amp;amp;acpl=m9lb5k5CXlitdtmimSiBoJ3KstkpE9UBm0gj6uSEEjE6wQYD22CR2sJ1Cf6AlZ7R&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.s.7.m.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://p.s.7.m.aimini.net/play/?fid=m7SpsIhHmU31NGaBIT5U&amp;amp;acpl=m9lb5k5CXlitdtmimSiBoJ3KstkpE9UBm0gj6uSEEjE6wQYD22CR2sJ1Cf6AlZ7R&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finally had the guts to call the macaron seller because I was hoping I can confirm the total amount of orders before 6 Feb. Since Beatrice was the person I put in charge of calling and asking. I hope I didn't screw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone the fella from the number I found from their website. After a few rings, a Malay guy picked up and I was like "Hello? Is this **** bakery?" and like the guy was talking too softly and God knows I can't hear him.. Then I repeated what I said like twice and he hung up.... the heck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay maybe the number I gotten from the website was wrong because it was like dated back in January 2010. Hmm.. So I phoned Beatrice and she sounded so groggy hahaha. Baru woke up I guess? :P So I called using the number she texted and it was the same! O_O! So I used my house phone instead.. Again same guy.. I asked like 2 times and he was talking in Bm "Apa awak cakap, Ah Moi?" The shit? Who the hell are you? Calling me ah moi for no reason!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I talked in Bm lah "Adakah ini **** bakery?" then the fella responded "I dunno.. siapa awak?" The heck.. Wth is wrong with chu??! *loads shotgun* so instead I hung up. I mean like I can't even understand what he's saying when he talked so softly... -.-' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And EXCUSE ME for talking in English! What kind of person in KL doesn't understand the simplest of English?? Mind my mistake, but the whole blog was written in perfect English, am I wrong? What kind of service was that? I'm a customer and he dares to talk casually like that to me calling me ah moi.. Very professional. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. I have no idea what to do....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2391669727618810109?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2391669727618810109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-kinda-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2391669727618810109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2391669727618810109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-kinda-busy.html' title='Encore'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4287827681674023024</id><published>2012-01-25T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:33:02.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teedeedy~</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back home! :D *snuggles, sniffs and nuzzles pillow* hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know.. I don't open my angpao's once I get them. I usually say my thanks then give them to Mom so she'll bank them. I don't want to be tempted. I know a few people who keep track of their angpao money every year like writing down the amount ahhaha but I'll definitely spend them all so nawh. Future fund! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I take my undang-undang test? Super lazy.. :( 5 hours of non-stop blabbering.. I mean like 5 hours.. I can do lots of stuff like EAT! and play my brother's PS3! I can finish a book themed 'How to be a better person and save the world' in 5 hours.. I can even watch TWO awesome movies. Point is, I don't wanna die dude. =-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah. Beat Dad, uncle and gambling queen cousin in card games.. Too bad I didn't play for moneyh. :S There was one time we were all playing cho tai ti and Dad had a ROYAL FLUSH! Like woaahhhh and he even got another 5 combo and obviously won the round like in few seconds.. I thought I was seriously lucky because I had a straight flush but it wasn't enough.. *sniff* Why didn't we push him to buy lottery that day?! Gah! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Dad shiok sendiri calling everyone else 'amateurs' Cehh! *roll eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year is so awesome. But it's not really a super reunion for us since like my relatives all live in Malacca (mom's side) only my family stays in Selangor. But we like visit quite frequently. :D I had my beef steam boat, sticky cake, steamboat, ba kua, mandarin oranges (the mini ones!! :D) and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! No wonder I regained the weight I lost... (At first lost 2kg, then gain 2kg) T-T.. My heart felt so painful looking at the machine. Footoots! I have heavy bones! and I'm NOT FAT! That's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4287827681674023024?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4287827681674023024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/teedeedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4287827681674023024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4287827681674023024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/teedeedy.html' title='Teedeedy~'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-9074390662947292389</id><published>2012-01-21T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:58:40.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burrito = M'sian popiah</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the holidays! :D and yeaaahhh no homework! Except for Bm Komsas powerpoint crap and English oral.. Gaah! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up like 5.30 am and left around 6.30 am for Malacca (Malaysian time = procrastination) because we wanted to avoid the jam. Hahaha my cousin Jonathon took the bus back around like 2.30pm reached about 6.00 pm. HAHA! :P (usually it takes about 2 hours to reach Melaka) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God.. Slept through the whole journey and when I woke up, my eyelids felt freaking heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I ate a lot.. Like breakfast I had dried pan mee, lunch was porridge then snacks in between were like popiah (BLISS~!) and fried oil stick.. Hahahahaha sounds damn weird. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played mahjong with the family :))))) Long time nvr play already, I feel like lesen lembu :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's our family tradition to eat beef steamboat every Chinese New Year. Awesomeeee! Especially the beef meatballs. I walap-ed them all :D Ate like 3 rounds ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to play another round of mahjong but I'm too sleepy.. Tomorrow morning heading to Batu Pahat. God.. another steamboat feast hahaha better jaga badan :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: After over indulging, my body decided to punish my gluttony by giving my light but annoying stomach aches and never ending hiccups. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: I was so bored and when everybody left the mahjong table, I stacked them ALL up shaped like a well.. (perigi) hahahaha then I put the money inside and Jie Pearly said "It's a wishing well?" :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-9074390662947292389?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/9074390662947292389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/burrito-msian-popiah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9074390662947292389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9074390662947292389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/burrito-msian-popiah.html' title='Burrito = M&apos;sian popiah'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-980778147336415286</id><published>2012-01-20T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:28:30.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunger for Love</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hunger Games is gonna be released in March! :D It's an upcoming movie based on a book. And the main actress is 'Raven' from X men: First Class! She's pretty :D&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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YFEDTtKaFzU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;Taylor Swift is singing one of the soundtracks of the song. Naise! :)&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;It's something quite similar to Battle Royale (japanese manga/movie) about competitors trapped in a arena with traps and everything and they have to fight till the last one standing but trust me it's not as violent. Battle Royale is just like they have collars where you don't kill someone in a matter of time, it will activate and your head will explode.. Eeeww..... O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hunger Games is like children from 12-18.. Like one boy and girl representative from each District.. Hm.. The thought of killing someone for survival from the age of 12-18 sounds really terrifying. :S And I read wikipedia.. Oh God.. it's kinda violent also.. Okay I changed my mind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, the beautifully creepy sounding soundtrack. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-980778147336415286?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/980778147336415286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/980778147336415286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/980778147336415286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/hunger.html' title='Hunger for Love'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YFEDTtKaFzU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5593701502856743149</id><published>2012-01-20T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:20:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Java</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You deserve a place here because you're so cute. :D&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 src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxxs75bJLk1r8wk3bo1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5593701502856743149?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5593701502856743149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/java.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5593701502856743149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5593701502856743149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/java.html' title='Java'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4856155114941001732</id><published>2012-01-20T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:45:10.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Tag</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm better now.. Less worried.. Our numbers are increasing and when I meant numbers I mean MONEY! Seriously I'm starting to think like Mr. Krabs like when I see, touch, count money, I feel so sated hahahhahaha OMG!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sincerely apologize to anyone whom I might offended because I was sooo worried and tense about Friendship Day. I mean the thought that something goes wrong is like.. BOOM! :/ And I was so worried since I don't have any motivation to do my homework and shit. I'm not paying attention in class. Tooot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I'm better.. I mean I have NO experience about this so like when it just hits you.. not a pretty feeling. So now it's the HOLIDAYS! Woohoo~~! Chinese New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna get richer! OPPS.. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do know that after the holidays is gonna be much more stressful since the orders and everything be must done by 12th. But I'm more prepared now. COME AT ME BRO! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4856155114941001732?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4856155114941001732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/price-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4856155114941001732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4856155114941001732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/price-tag.html' title='Price Tag'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7998909094532100004</id><published>2012-01-17T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:39:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting = Branches</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about new year resolutions... They are a bunch of crap. I mean like.. Okay.. This year I planned to do all my teacher's homework.. And then there's the big fat biatch teaching my ** (privacy.. nah.. saving my ass) I mean like wth right.. She's teaching us again and that bitch hates me. (mind the language.. It's gonna get messy :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like she's so freaking unreasonable.. Bossing me and Cv around like she bloody owns the place. Wth man? Somemore our class teacher. What effing magic is this?! NOOOOOOOOOO..... *sobs in one corner* Fate is so cruel sometimes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay today.. when we were busy doing our homework (we meaning me and Chubacca! aka Chui Vern Muahahah!) and just because we're the AJK keceriaan (help the head decorate the class) She suddenly went over our table and put the jadual waktu and said "You two. Complete this by the end of today.. And do it now!" Like wtf man. Bitch. So old with wrinkles all over your face and still haven't learn a drop of manners?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Racist bitch. She loves to pick on me too often that once today she called someone else with my name.. -.-' Somemore at the end of the lesson, she asked us all to hand up her bloody work. *finger* Screw you. I'm not going to do any of your bloody work. Teach also don't teach properly. Just talk about crap then give us homework or essay. Komsas notes all WE have to do and present it ourselves.. How the hell is anyone capable of copying a whole freaking presentation? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, do nothing.. no wonder you're so fat. (OHHHH BURN!!! Hahaha I know I sound so lame)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't be selfish.. If kamu mahu jadi selfish, go to supermarket.." OMG! Soooo LAME! Very the original *applause button*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry it's my biatchy ranting mood today. Haha -.-' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Yes it's pretty freaking obvious what subject I'm talking about. HAHA RAGE blinds you :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7998909094532100004?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7998909094532100004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/ranting-branches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7998909094532100004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7998909094532100004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/ranting-branches.html' title='Ranting = Branches'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1062528733450365929</id><published>2012-01-16T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:26:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile though your heart is aching</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've been really busy with Interact and the fact that Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have music and Physics and Chemistry tuition. :S. So me juggling my homework plus all of that and still manage to go online everyday and read my comics :D is very awesome ngehehe :P This morning I went out with Yee and Darien to walk around SS15 to search for florists. Hmm we managed to visit around 5-6 florist there. Load of walking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time we went to this florist where we ordered from like two years ago.. Hmm they're very reasonable.. Saying even if we order early and the flowers arrived during the Valentine's Day period, they won't charge us higher price. :) One thing the daisies are a bit expensive. :S We even met with two bod members of Subang Utama. Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by Chatime because Yee was thirsty. Hahaha OMG... so expensive.. It is big but to pay Rm6.90 for milk tea with red bean? ngeh... I've never tried Chatime before until today. Took a sip and it tasted... okay.. It was like any other milktea I drink from coffeeshops hahaha maybe because I wasn't really a fan of red bean.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yee's brother (sorry for bothering :S) we managed to take a visit to Mydin! Near Summit. There, we went to buy the items for the chocolate bag. BUY! :P Then one point, me and Darien forced Yee to sit inside the trolley.. Hahahaha omg we were like snickering but she looks/acts like a baby so it's fine.. :P Besides, she wanted to do it. We managed to find the chocolate section.. Hahaha choosing the cheapest chocolates possible.. We were like freaks. Being the only few people using the calculator and being sooo 'lurus' :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then bought ribbons and celotape and our own personal stuff. (I bought Skittles! and Kit Kat! :D) My parents weren't too happy with me.. Cause I finished like around 3.30pm and they wanted to go to Eco Park but they had to wait for me.. The guilt seeps in.. :( And Darien's dad is so nice! He gave use like Buddhist mantra book to read and a cd too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.. really tiring day. I just finished package-ing the chocolate bags, balancing accounts, cutting the order forms.. Really it a lot to do and I wouldn't have gone very far if it weren't for Ying Yee, Darien, Beatrice and the others. :) It's really tiring but very fun too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I have to do my homework. Haha bye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: This is a draft from Friday so I did NOT procrastinate.. or intended to :P On-ed the lappy to print stuff for the class board and suddenly I magically ended up here. But oh well, only a few minutes. And I have a friendship day event on facebook so I can't NOT go online. Haha there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1062528733450365929?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1062528733450365929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/smile-though-your-heart-is-aching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1062528733450365929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1062528733450365929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/smile-though-your-heart-is-aching.html' title='Smile though your heart is aching'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5723526475787157845</id><published>2012-01-15T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:38:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such lovely Awkwardness :D</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is awkward.. Have you come across the feeling when a guy friend that's younger than you starts flirting? O.o I mean like I'm like subtly brushing it off but like still... quite powerful attacks like "....... to meet a beautiful lady like you " and the first thing I said was "Hahaha you blind? *yao ming face*" I mean he does it a lot and I just like take it lightly I mean come on! I just get to know him like last year and he's younger somemore! So I'm just taking he's joking :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on the same day, another close friend of mine.. We were like hinting to each other about who we like.. and there was one point he got it right and obviously first reaction: DENY DENY DENY! And sometimes I wonder whether it'll be better if I go with him cause he's so nice.. then when he actually dropped the bomb, I was like "no shit.." OMG.. I really didn't expected that.. I mean then I wonder like maybe I didn't understand or something and when I try to clarify, he quickly changed topic. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my mind immediately shut down to 'no way it can be me mode' and then my brain members start analysing everything logical to prove myself right. Yes.. I'm that kind of person. So I'm not sure so I pretend nothing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean there's this feeling sometimes you feel like you want to be liked or a wee bit happy a guy flirts to self guarantee myself I'm not completely unattractive (HAHAHA)  but when they actually confess, I feel so guilty. Guilty that I only like nenene.. (lol) and I can't see anybody else currently like that. And it eats me.. like I can't actually ignore it if they do. I mean like I don't want it to be awkward! I mean I'm so tomboy-ish and and unladylike.. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SUPER DUPER WEIRD! ugh.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5723526475787157845?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5723526475787157845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/such-lovely-awekwardness-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5723526475787157845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5723526475787157845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/such-lovely-awekwardness-d.html' title='Such lovely Awkwardness :D'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7690103341597676867</id><published>2012-01-13T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:09:48.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deep is Your Love</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://n.z.o.t.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://n.z.o.t.aimini.net/play/?fid=toZN96S72UvU4bw1MVv4&amp;acpl=GAQnnA39fJbj0VtldkbEPMpG4jyUCAhEdoxse8FXL87fapkZR8aqBVBa4myjEKnF&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://n.z.o.t.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://n.z.o.t.aimini.net/play/?fid=toZN96S72UvU4bw1MVv4&amp;acpl=GAQnnA39fJbj0VtldkbEPMpG4jyUCAhEdoxse8FXL87fapkZR8aqBVBa4myjEKnF&amp;auto=no&amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a long day. And it's Friday the 13th too. (Not that I believe in that shizz) But yeah.. I feel sooo drained... Tired. Gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's the AGM thing.. Okay.. Red house! Yeahh we're so hot, we're the cause of this weather (Hunt us down if you can ;D) Yeah Jasmine was Pengerusi, Naib Xue Yi, followed by Natalie, Nigel, Diyana, blahh.. It was like so dead.. There wasn't any voting at ALL because there's only ONE suggestion. So everybody just hands up their friend and BOOM! They got it. =-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have any post at all except for Interact. OMG. Funding director is quite biglarh. In charge of Friendship Day/Valentines Day. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I sound sooo monotone on fb chat because I just got up after sleeping at 8 and now I'm like soo cranky. urgh.. sooo TIRED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! I did have spaghetti but know what? I had a freaking big ulcer that just healed todayh so when I ate it with the salty tomato sauce, PAIN. A lot of (*(&amp;*^%*&amp;#^*@&amp;^#&amp;^@#*&amp;^ pain. It's like suffering but sinful at the same time.. YES! I didn't know I was so desperate/masochistic when it comes to food. But it was WORTH IT! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway soon it was Interact's turn.. so yeah.. Suddenly one whole gang of Indian boys that DIDN'T sign up for interact just barge it and caused ruckus. Like dunno lar, suddenly Kugan fought with Andria and he even flipped the freaking table.. Like wtf? (mind the language) I mean like what kind of guy threatens a GIRL? You freaking stupid or what? Causing commotion so early in the morning! I didn't know he was just THAT horrible. t-.-t I feel like cutting his mother effing balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made everyone felt so awkward in the room. Like sooo freaking disappointed man.. All the newcomers also feel scared and think that our club has all these idiots. Luckily Pn. Rohana came and made them leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward.. Immediately went to Empire after school. Shit lah it's Friday so traffic jam.. :( And then you have all these effers that cut queue at the traffic light. *takes bazooka and KABOOM!* so like went there, I tried the Macarons (tasting for Friendship Day) at 'the Vanilla Place' It cost like Rm2.50 and it's small.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't taste good.. Like you know the biscuit/hamburger bun-like of the macaron.. Yeah theirs were piped with air.. I mean imagine the whole of that like a shell.. hallow on the inside =-= like kena conned for Rm2.50 and it didn't had a distinct taste like mint and strawberry (chose 2) tasted like sugar only.. =-= Somemore it's crumbly.. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried Whisk but everyone says it's expensive.. :( But surprisingly not THAT expensive.. Rm2.20.. Cheaper than Vanilla place.. So I tried Red velvet and vanilla flavour.. Mmm it's good :) It's not crumbly and not filled with air and you can really taste the difference.. One thing it's a bit too sweet lar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm not ordering from both.. Too expensive.. :( We actually had a supplier but then it's in Kota Damansara and we have to pick it up ourselves.. Eventhough they're selling us Rm1.50 per piece.. We also don't know whether it tastes good. :S So tried a neary alternative.. Ngeh.. failed :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. really sleepy.. Tmr is gonna be another long day.. *yawn* Sweet dreams folks :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7690103341597676867?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7690103341597676867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-deep-is-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7690103341597676867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7690103341597676867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-deep-is-your-love.html' title='How Deep is Your Love'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-749506402674632510</id><published>2012-01-11T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:51:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Me To The Moon</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://2.k.g.q.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://2.k.g.q.aimini.net/play/?fid=QgK2dTTUHI1OwuchAdil&amp;amp;acpl=4jWJy29V52dyLbkNaYdvpqMhOyuT1jiva3FzxsviNmtLPW8BXrv10N0AvvXFsRi1&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://2.k.g.q.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://2.k.g.q.aimini.net/play/?fid=QgK2dTTUHI1OwuchAdil&amp;amp;acpl=4jWJy29V52dyLbkNaYdvpqMhOyuT1jiva3FzxsviNmtLPW8BXrv10N0AvvXFsRi1&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's getting better.. I mean I'm getting better at school. :P As in I'm sleeping earlier (by 0.01 second) and I can juggle my time better.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Vibrante for contemporary piano. Only for 2 months though. Cause my classical teacher is busy for these two months so.. yeah. Cool~~ It's like pop, jazz and other stuff and doesn't include classical. Teacher Jerry is teaching me. :D OMG! He's sooo talented. I think I'm starting to fall in love... with the music I mean. HAHAHA and I like it so much because it's so free and expressive.. Classical is like so rigid.. like a conservative grandma. -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, mai God.. Pn. Nancy was so gila bloody-assed rude! I was talking to Pn. Leong about a Add Maths question I didn't understand and while she was talking, SHE just suddenly cuts her off and asked me to do something for her.. A few times. like wth? She's only been here for like 2 years? And the B*tch thinks she owns the place. The heck? If you don't respect me, at least respect your colleagues. *roll eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha during English, Pn. Meera was like asking like "Who cut out the decorations at the back?" while pointing at the 'Summer' zone which I did! :DDDDD Sunflowers hehehe :) so I like syok sendiri raised my hand high up with a super big smile! (I think I looked quite freakay) Haha then she said, "there's bits and pieces of paper on the floor.. Can you please clean that up?" &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA omg.... That's totally like her to say something like that.. We were all like "I thought you were gonna praise it or something.." LOL! Oh well~ :P and I semi expected something similar.. but she did say it looks nice though. Wahaha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Jaya was so freaky today.. I dunno but there was a wisp of sh*t in our classroom (everyone is like wary of other people.. asking them to check their soles. haha) and Jaya couldn't smell it so Jamalina/Jasmine asked her to stand by the door and breath. Haha and she had to do the 'titanic motion' like she was flapping her wings. HAHAHA and then in front of her was like some juniors and they were staring at her like O_O... (scared shitless) HAHAHAHA OMG!! She's embarrassing us seniors lah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: I heard there's two people from 3B (supposedly the 2nd lowest class) got straight A's for PMR last year! OMG! :)) That just shows if you really work hard, you'll achieve greatness! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-749506402674632510?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/749506402674632510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/fly-me-to-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/749506402674632510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/749506402674632510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly Me To The Moon'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4154753630510273896</id><published>2012-01-10T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:40:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never actually fancy 'Paradise' by Coldplay.. The mv was kinda weird so I didn't really focus on the music that time. Then I saw it was listed as the 20th best song in 2011. So like, give it another try lah. For the love of music. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It was like a guy in a elephant outfit riding on a unicycle in the middle of nowhere.. So of course la that caught my attention instead. :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw this cover made by a Youtuber, Tanner Patrick.. Cuteeee :D Red hair and green eyes.. Hehehehehehehe :P but he CAN sing.. And it sounded so nice! I dunno after hearing 2-3 times, I got seriously hooked. Besides, the lyrics are nice! :) Dreamy sounding eh? :D&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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vPcYDPOOkT4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;Hot guy that can sing! THUMBS UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4154753630510273896?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4154753630510273896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4154753630510273896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4154753630510273896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vPcYDPOOkT4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2548358760500690332</id><published>2012-01-10T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:41:09.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won't</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://w.z.a.n.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://w.z.a.n.aimini.net/play/?fid=NaZWfENkG3UW9g0Iph6O&amp;amp;acpl=f83oo78jLzWnAQ9V0dWcrO42En7Xt8fcGwTBUYaBqv8GdPg7tCbSZiOD6iU1OANx&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w.z.a.n.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://w.z.a.n.aimini.net/play/?fid=NaZWfENkG3UW9g0Iph6O&amp;amp;acpl=f83oo78jLzWnAQ9V0dWcrO42En7Xt8fcGwTBUYaBqv8GdPg7tCbSZiOD6iU1OANx&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for semi-abandoning you. (Wait... it was only one day lah. Hahaha) Really very busy these days. Homework... interact.. class duties.. homework.. tuition.. music classes.. random shizz I do. Ugh.. I practically have no time to study for SPM at all. grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my mum gave the ultimatum.. Go to Carrefour so she will buy the ingredients for her oh-sho-delicious spaghetti that my stomach has been craving for since... FOREVER! or go Pyramid to shop for New Year's clothes then eat there for dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap crap crap. I mean there's not really anything special about pyramid it's just that... I can see something/someone (choose wisely) quite often... *blush* OMG... But I want spaghetti.. A chance to see someone in a huge place with little chance of success or the most delicious meal I can ever get for days.. Shit lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the end, I slept. Hahahaha :( Not that I intended to, I was just minding my business using the computer reading comics then God knows.. the pillow has some magical powers! O_O! Enticing my every will to succumb to its evil schemes. Ngeh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh.. Screw him. I want my spaghetti!!! *cries miserably*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I was AJK keceriaan. Theme was four seasons. Mine was Summer and I did the sunflowers.. That feeling when you worked hard to make it perfect and it's up on display and appreciated.. I feel so sated. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2548358760500690332?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2548358760500690332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2548358760500690332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2548358760500690332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wont.html' title='I Won&apos;t'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5930230036534308171</id><published>2012-01-08T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:32:48.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Rainbow! O_O!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The awesomest thing I've ever seen in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/1602626_700b.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE'S MORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www4.atwiki.jp/hitec/"&gt;here! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it's in Japanese.. But don't worry.. There's like 001-034, 035-068, columns of numbers on the left.. Click on it.. then on the right.. Click the numbers one by one. Tadaa! They have all of them and currently I'm seeing EVERY pokemon.. like 450+ over Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You lifeless piece of corn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5930230036534308171?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5930230036534308171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-diary-awesomest-thing-ive-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5930230036534308171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5930230036534308171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-diary-awesomest-thing-ive-ever.html' title='Double Rainbow! O_O!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5504566094844881745</id><published>2012-01-07T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:11:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockers! Wait...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school now has lockers.. At first I was kinda interested until I heard you have to pay Rm50 for the thing. Okay.. no thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean first it's small, how am I gonna fit everything in there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, okay so I don't have to bring books to school anymore.. Wait. NOPE. I mean I have to bring books back homework back right.. And I have to bring back books to study right.. I mean SPM year too!. Then the next day, I have to bring them back.. Then it'll be like a sequence so there's not much difference. Still have to bring books to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, exam period... Have to bring a whole bunch of books back home to study... Then after the holidays I have to bring all of them back again. I don't see how it's good for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourthly, by now you might say "you don't have to put all your books at school.." Then, what's the point of paying Rm50 for it then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's better if you like share textbooks with your next door neighbor (classmate). Like divide equally who's bringing this textbook for a particular subject to school. Thus, minus-ing both of our loads. Like textbooks that's hardly in use like Phys, Bm, Bi, even Add Maths and Maths since the teacher only refers to them to give homework at the end of the lesson. Then taking turns bringing books for useless subjects like Sivik and PJK. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I know I'm so weird.. All the while talking about books and studying only. Hahah lifeless. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5504566094844881745?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5504566094844881745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/lockers-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5504566094844881745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5504566094844881745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/lockers-wait.html' title='Lockers! Wait...'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2313195927549327579</id><published>2012-01-07T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:36:08.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B,T,A,S</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Bryan stayed over at my place. :DD It's NOT what you think. He's me and my brother's childhood friend. :) So yeah.. I guess he had a good time with us. While I was away for tuition, he and my brother watched Sherlock Holmes 2. (Damn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then drove (my mom of course!) to his house to get his clothes since he's having a sleepover. (First friend ever sleeping over. O_O!) And woooaaahhhh his house is soooo HUGE! I can't remember when's the last time I been to his place. It's like a freaking beach resort man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean the garden is just BOOM! There's even a swimming pool and a gigantic fish pond! Like and the koi's are like soo BIG. and a lot too (starting to sound like a jakun) Like really a lot.. maybe 30-40 over.. black, gold, grey, white.. There was even one point all the fishes swam to one corner like the bigger part of the pond turned ultra barren.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's even cool stepping stones in the garden (Avoid the lava game mode ON!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno why but I loved the fish pond so much.. Out of everything! Hahaha but mine are much cuter.. Eventhough they're small in size. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at my place.. yeah! I sang and he said I was.. good? Hahaha I mean for someone who doesn't go for training like he does (OMG.. he could tell what key when I sang a note.. Like woah.. Perfect pitch) and I even learned quite a lot about singing techniques from him.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even said I'm a soprano or something.. Like my highest note is somewhat close to those opera singers.. Like really??? o.o? He's now my shifu in singing.. (the best part was just knowing from a pro like him telling me that I sound good.. At least not like a dying raccoon. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: There's like ranges for notes. Like how low or high can you sing.. (try do re mi, ... till the highest you can go) Try it. But don't strain your face or you might ended up sounding like Bieber.. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2313195927549327579?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2313195927549327579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/btas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2313195927549327579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2313195927549327579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/btas.html' title='B,T,A,S'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4583107596063871919</id><published>2012-01-07T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T18:13:41.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inglais?</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always known that I'm a shy person. Like especially around older people. Like my seniors. Doesn't matter if it's 2 months older or what, I still get very nervous around them. Hahaha like wth is wrong with chu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like they hold some degree of intimidation or something. Hahaha but juniors.. Yeah I can go well with juniors.. I guess (the good thing being older and taller. Muahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.. I have Add Maths, Maths, Bm (screw that shit) homework. I should do them now so tmr I'm freeeee.. !! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4583107596063871919?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4583107596063871919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/inglais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4583107596063871919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4583107596063871919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/inglais.html' title='Inglais?'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6502122307693421754</id><published>2012-01-07T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:22:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick the Bucket</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got like two giant red blotches of mosquito bites. Efffff... On my legs..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY! I know it's my fault for scratching them.. But it's not like every damn second.. and toot it feels damn itchy like something eating my legs. I'm like "Don't... scratch!! Think! about! PONIES!" Oh god.. It's killing me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this once.. and took like quite a LONG time to heal.. Like cause it's so BLOODY RED..  WHY?! I shall not wear shorts eva again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate those filthy bloodsuckers. Drink my blood never say please or thank you but instead gave me itches.. You cheating bag of scum you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Chui Vern were like laughing at mad at the verse "Dust in the wind~~" She was like talking about her family watching Final Destination 5 and that it was SUPER gross (I personally never touched those because then I'll never EVER sleep for the rest of my sexy life. ;D) But I know that everybody dies in the end.. in a stupid illogical manner too.. Like they're made of paper.. Touch a bit.. CRACCKK! dies. =-='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nigahiga's parady version, his friend decided to die by jumping off a apartment building and wow.. he survived.. until he slipped on a banana peel and went kaput! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like in FD5 whenever this song comes on, the person will eventually die. (I'm not sure whether the other movies also do the same shit.. But it would be a really cool trademark..) So me and Chui Vern were like singing it to random people in class.. Like "Dust in the wind~" like we're wishing something bad happens to them later (we sang that a lot to Seah.. HAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.. that stupid racist class teacher of mine ordered me and Chui Vern to wipe the bloody window panes all by ourselves.. (Bigger classroom, more windows) We're suppose to be AJK kecerian while Navin's the AJK for kebersihan and I don't see her asking him doing this shit. Eff you SLAD! (pronounce it over and over :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody hell, there's so much homework to do in a day, how are we going to find time to study our form 4? Ugh. (nerd mode withered)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH! I started my Chem and Phy tuition today! Yeaahh.. Guess who I saw? OMG! Mun Wei, Kai Wen and Yen Hui!! :DDDDD Omg.. last year I was the only 'sweet seventeenian' on Friday class.. god so lonely.. Yeahhh got kaki now! :D Yeaaahhh the tuition teacher is sooo awesome.. Eventhough he turns off the lights (uses slides) and there's aircond, I don't get distracted and fall asleep at all! So interesting (you nerd) and easy to understand. God the science teachers in my school suck shit lah. Mati man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you (yes you reading): Dusssttt in the winddd~~~~ (RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6502122307693421754?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6502122307693421754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/kick-bucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6502122307693421754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6502122307693421754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/kick-bucket.html' title='Kick the Bucket'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8969734554342330263</id><published>2012-01-05T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:25:28.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx6xo7HI541qzz7guo1_500.png" alt="Blog that makes you LOL" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished writing my essay! Yeah! Holla! Now onto Add Maths..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else tmr I'm 50% screwed.. like crap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until beyond recognition. O_O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now.. if only I could remember how to do it. Uh Oh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8969734554342330263?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8969734554342330263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8969734554342330263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8969734554342330263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7452288562329983019</id><published>2012-01-05T15:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:47:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waddle waddle</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today me and Chui Vern were both singing this song! Hahah the Duck Song! It's so awesomee!! :D So funny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds so stupid but after a while it'll stick in your brain.. Trust me. :P I use this to annoy people. Ngehehe :P&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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MtN1YnoL46Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;Yes I am always this retarded! U mad? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: and Yes! The Gardenia waffle tune on the radio came from THIS song! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: Has anyone ever SEEN a real yellow duck before??! Hahaha no right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7452288562329983019?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7452288562329983019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/waddle-waddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7452288562329983019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7452288562329983019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/waddle-waddle.html' title='Waddle waddle'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MtN1YnoL46Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-293917455702969483</id><published>2012-01-05T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:35:19.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Flirt</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://u.j.e.q.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.j.e.q.aimini.net/play/?fid=QEjuGzj81oa3DD2CAxDF&amp;amp;acpl=K072WDVyhWtLW5LNh1t4Rg6dpLleX0a4kqB3IsFbjEei1WLrPpxiJG1Euhr6trKv&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://u.j.e.q.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.j.e.q.aimini.net/play/?fid=QEjuGzj81oa3DD2CAxDF&amp;amp;acpl=K072WDVyhWtLW5LNh1t4Rg6dpLleX0a4kqB3IsFbjEei1WLrPpxiJG1Euhr6trKv&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of school. AWESOME! Haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like I woke up at 6.00 am peeps! Woot! Still cannot beat Cheng Meng time.. woke up around 5 am.. O_O.. still awesome! :) I dunno.. I think I'm like the only person who's excited for Cheng Meng.. no doubt my most favorite occasion of the year. HAHAHA Oh God.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like yeah.. reached there so early.. the usual chair taken by someone and my buddies weren't there yet.. so yeah... awkward.. walked around aimlessly trying to find someone I know.. New faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we went up to class, Fuwoahh! It's sooo HUGE! Can play badminton at the back hahaha ^^ So like as usual my sitting mate is Chui Vern! Hahaha 5 years in a row man! ;D and WOOHOO! Got like the furthest row at the back! Oh Yeahhh.. no more teachers stopping us from messing around... *grins* Meet my neighbours, Siva and Noel on the left, Jasmine and Halimatus on the right, Jaya on the front side (North West! Hehe) and Chantal and Ashley in front.. Oh yeah :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then we both can still clearly see and hear so why not? :D Haha somemore now the teachers have to talk louder so cham la if we sat infront.. Congratz to Reka! As she handed over her title of class monitor to Farah! Even Tim Shaun quit being a prefect. They both want to focus on SPM year eventhough they got like awesome results last exam.. -.-' (Nerds! :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew.. this time I didn't get Treasurer (*relieved) , but got AJK.. oh well. Decorating the class is better than touching people's money. Haha I had the stupid idea of putting Nyan Cat at the back.. :D But crappp class teacher is the ONE that hates me.. Eeee... NOOO still teaching us BM.. The heck? Suddenly asked me to go all the way downstairs and up again to wet a cloth and wipe her table.. Of all people to call, she had to ask me, the girl from RIGHT at the back. Make sense... *Obama face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOT! We got Pn. Meera as our English teacher!! Yeaahhh *celebrates with eating oranges* Hahaha because we were such a nuisance (played a big part) last year, she threatened to let Pn. Nancy (the horror!!) to take over this year.. So when the schedule came out, my eyes were like locked on the English.. Phew.. saved my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yerr.. Now I know why my English marks were not satisfying.. I got like 75/85 for the essay paper but haha.. 53/70 for the second paper.. :( I want A+! Well, the essay I crapped alot managed to get 44/50 haha wow.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, but she did give us an essay to do.. On the first day.. Shiiii-----------n :P Better make a good impression this time.. :( She's not really a good teacher.. Only gives us homework all the time (that I never complete!) but it's better than a nagging old hag. (I'm sorry but you are one. :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to reprint my add maths paper (another God damned thing I have to hand up tmr) so I better do it now.. or else Pn. Leong would slay my ass to be hung as a decoration. Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND.. I have my Moral folio to do.. Have to hand up next Thursday too.. Crap. Lots of work. Sigh.. Totally no time to study.. :S and tmr I'm starting my Physics and Chemistry tuition. Gah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-293917455702969483?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/293917455702969483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-flirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/293917455702969483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/293917455702969483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-flirt.html' title='First Flirt'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4945109933175598860</id><published>2012-01-04T06:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:13:50.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyed Me</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&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: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpFsMDrg2Do/TwN8fbvFd5I/AAAAAAAABB0/k7GyVUEh_Ac/s400/tumblr_lx006dOJbl1r0xss5o1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693531233389475730" /&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;Heheheheh :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: That time when I almost lost my phone and thank God for the kind hearted people who helped me found it in the cinema.. I told Bryan my friend, "I'm so totally gonna blog about this when I get home.." Hahahaha yeah.. I don't facebook my life much.. (The previous status was like last year.. HAHA) But no like seriously.. maybe 1 month plus? Yeahh.. 3 years faithfully updating my life in here! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4945109933175598860?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4945109933175598860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/brown-eyed-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4945109933175598860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4945109933175598860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/brown-eyed-me.html' title='Brown Eyed Me'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpFsMDrg2Do/TwN8fbvFd5I/AAAAAAAABB0/k7GyVUEh_Ac/s72-c/tumblr_lx006dOJbl1r0xss5o1_1280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1182835765413063664</id><published>2012-01-04T06:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:08:28.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dope</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&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: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxPvomO-0Ok/TwN8OeXFbLI/AAAAAAAABBo/-DyCbRFB4Go/s400/tumblr_lx23higjnm1qal20co3_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693530942036339890" /&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;Thank you for sensibility and dignity. :)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1182835765413063664?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1182835765413063664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/dope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1182835765413063664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1182835765413063664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/dope.html' title='Dope'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxPvomO-0Ok/TwN8OeXFbLI/AAAAAAAABBo/-DyCbRFB4Go/s72-c/tumblr_lx23higjnm1qal20co3_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1103413903508700304</id><published>2012-01-04T06:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:06:40.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craze Blitz</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good morning y'all! I woke up at 6 am today! Hahaha awesome kan. Very flexible wan.. can shift sleeping period here to there hahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm probably the ONLY one in this planet really eggscited (LAMOE) to go to school today (you damn nerd! -0-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to serve my life sentence because I just remembered that I left my add maths homework at school! Hahahahahaha haha ha............. Pn. Leong pls have mercy.. Please no divine punishment.. I'll promise to get A+ on the upcoming exam. Hahaha (you could if you didn't sleep and eat like a pig everyday!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well time to bath.. cya :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Last night was actually the FIRST night of my life.. counting sheep to sleep. Hahaha like really cause usually I'm too lazy.. :P So it didn't really work well.. Cause it got my brain more hyped up and I can't stay focus on sheep. One random thought can come bursting in and then my sheep miraculously transformed into food. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1103413903508700304?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1103413903508700304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/craze-blitz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1103413903508700304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1103413903508700304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/craze-blitz.html' title='Craze Blitz'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2848333247290669918</id><published>2012-01-03T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:01:43.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockefella!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEAM GRIMMIE RAWKS! Hard core! Booyeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's sooo awesome.. and so so pretty! I love her hair! :D&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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tu812Bs_0RM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;Rock on! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5403179380378759874-2848333247290669918?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2848333247290669918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/team-grimmie-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2848333247290669918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2848333247290669918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/team-grimmie-d.html' title='Rockefella!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tu812Bs_0RM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5814312154975593440</id><published>2012-01-03T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:55:51.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Waters</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why do people die?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Benjamin.. we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSAXzlbuhzVutI3pL9tcMtZGrBdTuA9UbxMn9oTJM5VY597of8sCg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the quote that gave the biggest impression to me. From 'Curious Case of Benjamin Button', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it really applies to me. Like other people don't really understand the meaning behind it. I was quite the emotional child even when I was young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine if you had forever, would you actually appreciate the people you love? When was the last time you'd actually said "I love you" to your parents? Isn't it given that death is a phase we all must take.. Yet we can't really let go.. Humans are afraid of things they can't understand.. Like darkness.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like that, with a blink of an eye.. they're gone. And you didn't had the chance to tell them how much they really mean to you.. We usually take things for granted.. Like our parents, friends, anything.. It doesn't mean you have to lose one to appreciate another, but it gives you the bitterness of reality that you have to let go of the people you love one day and still have the strength to live. Yet never forgetting them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was like really young, sometimes I would come bursting in tears at my parent's room and cry like really badly telling them that I don't want them to die.. Then I would ask why we can't live forever.. Really God I was soo demented sometimes.. I can't believe I did that when I was like 5 or 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And personally I've thought about it, when that day comes and I'm all alone. Usually, I would forcibly push it at the back of my mind but it's inevitable. It's dark and there's nothing in the world that can distract your mind, it'll just suddenly pops out.. thinking how can I live without them, the dreaded moment when I can't hear their laugh or see their faces anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I accepted it.. I wouldn't cry anymore.. For all you know it's a better place for them up there. I wouldn't want to keep them forever in pain and suffering. But I'll always keep them beside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I mean sometimes we fight and bicker about insignificant matters.. I should show them how much I really love them.. If tomorrow never comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I wanted to say more but I'll just let your own mind think for yourselves..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5814312154975593440?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5814312154975593440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/cold-waters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5814312154975593440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5814312154975593440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/cold-waters.html' title='Cold Waters'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5348994029829983609</id><published>2012-01-03T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:06:47.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Moment is Epic!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be the first step into the world of... horrible death. (very optimistic haha :D) kidding.. It has it's pros and cons.. Can't wait! *challenge accepted* ngehehe :D It's my senior citizen year! (feel so OLD!) And I still haven't thought of taking the undang-undang test. Lazy to attend 5 hours of pointless babbling. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna have to force myself to sleep at 10pm tonight. Cause I just have to let go of my owl days.. like from 4-5am. Hahaha and you thought 1am was badass.. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything changes with time. Sooner or later I'll have to let go of the past, stay with the present and look into the future. (as cheesy as it sounds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember so clearly when Pn. Sarojini flashed the middle finger at the whole class during Moral like early/mid last year.. God.. we were all snickering and bursting into silent laughter! She was like explaining something with her fingers and she didn't notice her gesture and even stood there for long seconds with a confused look on her face. HAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope all my friends can stay in Sc1 like the usual gang, Adam, Noel, Aishah B, the rest I don't have to worry about since they're so smart :P I also wish some friends from Sc2 could get 'promoted' (can't seem to find the right word) to Sc1. Hee :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I wish him all the best. (I wish nothing but the best for youuuuu toooo~~~ HAHA) Since he said he wants to work hard for SPM. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5348994029829983609?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5348994029829983609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/epic-moment-is-epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5348994029829983609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5348994029829983609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/epic-moment-is-epic.html' title='Epic Moment is Epic!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7258046510744454117</id><published>2012-01-03T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:32:08.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to You</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://a.o.v.8.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://a.o.v.8.aimini.net/play/?fid=8voas0tpuo4tkEPA6G6m&amp;amp;acpl=7NkkUkrZeiEXiTXPeOE3DbVSQXZ8pNI3vGjfAuptgJklJJHI6rzmY4KF14m7OFmd&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://a.o.v.8.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://a.o.v.8.aimini.net/play/?fid=8voas0tpuo4tkEPA6G6m&amp;amp;acpl=7NkkUkrZeiEXiTXPeOE3DbVSQXZ8pNI3vGjfAuptgJklJJHI6rzmY4KF14m7OFmd&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;IT'S THIS SONG! Haha I finally remember! Oh yeaaahhh! *gets really hyper heheheh* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome right? :D (if you say it sucks, I'll throw my fried rice and abacus at you!) haha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7258046510744454117?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7258046510744454117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/horst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7258046510744454117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7258046510744454117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/horst.html' title='Close to You'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1834125887480196722</id><published>2012-01-03T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:30:12.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8.h.v.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://8.h.v.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7VH8LByq2ka3L2KfIKXL&amp;amp;acpl=DUrrIeERBSOTSFT6BqOW9ktwbTRjgUsWoaliLyAcMjX3bvZiZTlN5bHporx8Xvcr&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8.h.v.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://8.h.v.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7VH8LByq2ka3L2KfIKXL&amp;amp;acpl=DUrrIeERBSOTSFT6BqOW9ktwbTRjgUsWoaliLyAcMjX3bvZiZTlN5bHporx8Xvcr&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That moment when you got a song in your head.. And you're going to find it but seconds later you totally forgotten everything.. How it sounds, the lyrics.. Then now you're just replaying your memories or recent songs or recent web pages that might have triggered the song in your head.. Damn.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY BRAIN WHY?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THINK! Think! Thinkkk~~~ (Blue Clues feva! Hahahaha I know I'm so lame.. :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just give you this! It's one of the best sad songs I can relate to. :) One of my most favorite songs from Taylor Swift :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's disappointing seeing people who has the talent to sing but since their songs (love, ballad like) can't match up with pop songs, they have no choice but to change their genre to pop songs too.. Sigh... Same goes to like Mariah Carey (From My All to Touch my Body),David Archuleta , Kelly Clarkson.. and so much more.. as in they're singing easier songs that doesn't show their talent because it's so easy to sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's just my personal preference.. Nothing wrong with liking pop.. :) &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/5403179380378759874-1834125887480196722?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1834125887480196722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1834125887480196722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1834125887480196722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8934774597993905802</id><published>2012-01-02T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T03:07:05.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bean</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While New Year shopping in Parade (didn't buy anything in the end.. =-=) I saw this red woollen beanie that closely resembles my black one I bought from Europe. OMG! It cost like Rm79.90! Back there I only bought it for 1.75 euros.. That's like Rm5.00+ ? No shit weih.. That's like a scam..&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 src="http://s7.thisnext.com/media/250x250/Cable-Stitch-Beret-White_B9CA8F3F.jpg" alt="Cable Stitch Beret - White - Photo" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah it looks exactly like that.. but black.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually have this white one with two hanging bola(s) hahaha but it's so big it looked like a monster engulfing my head.. Like a cacoon :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in Europe, I didn't wear it at all because I did in the KLIA airport and people were like staring at me... and my parents kept saying I look cute.. I hate (HATE HATE HATE!) being called cute. I am NOT cute. hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I am NOT cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: and I'm not one of those b*tches who keeps calling themselves ugly just to get attention. (I... have a life! xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPPS: Bryan's visiting this Friday! Yeah! He's ma brotha from anotha motha (okkkkaaaaayyyy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8934774597993905802?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8934774597993905802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/bean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8934774597993905802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8934774597993905802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/bean.html' title='Bean'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-3936627390076934501</id><published>2012-01-02T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:04:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perry?</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hate shopping.. really do.. I have no patience to try on clothes nor the patience to wait for other people. =-= (oh yeah really feminine :D) I prefer groceries shopping :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this new Teens React video.. Hahah wow.&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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B4yMvQGE7MY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;It's like these bunch of kids reacting to Rick Perry's video message. He's like a presidential candidate for Republicans.. Seems like their election is next November 2012. It only seem like just yesterday Dad came home informing me that Obama won while I was busy watching the Olympics.. Time flies so fast.. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like that video itself got like 700,000 dislikes! Woahhhhh.. and ONLY 20 k likes hahaha epic PHAIL. But not as much as JB's Baby which got like 2 million dislikes Hahahaha. (That just shows how much you suck Bieber!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean what's wrong if gays can serve openly in the military? So what? Treat them like trash even though they're protecting the country? Make sense.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like a lot of these kids are like younger than me and they are so aware about politics. Unlike me 17 already and still like a jakun dungu. :P And they all look so matured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I'm quite liberal.. I mean like yeah don't mix politics with religion.. Liberals want equal treatment and rights for everyone.. But that's just my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel is sooo pretty! :)) and KOSTAS is sooooo cute! Can't believe we're the same age! Hehe :P His smile...... *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-3936627390076934501?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/3936627390076934501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/perry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/3936627390076934501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/3936627390076934501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/perry.html' title='Perry?'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B4yMvQGE7MY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8106292447670164488</id><published>2012-01-02T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:30:21.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup?</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my holiday is coming to an end. Damn damn damn damn damn damn. =-= I better get early to school. Gonna get the BEST class ever! (hopefully) All I know it's BIG. And damn it all I'm gonna rush to secure one of the middle seats.. Maybe like the 3rd or 4th row. Last year (sounds so long ago eventhough it was 2 days ago :P) I sat with Chui Vern in the 2nd row.. Can't be too loud or else my head's gonna go. (okay that sounded weird...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna bring much books.. Or any textbooks since the schedule is not out yet. OH YEAH! Besides, I haven't collected a lot of my textbooks.. Hahaha I could like on the last days of school, but instead we ended up playing Uno speed and monopoly. Haha very devoted student Aye Know! (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still can't believe I'm going to be 17 soon. I'm like looking in the mirror to check any changes but none so far.. I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God please bless us better (or actually exceptional) Physics and Chemistry teachers.. SPM year. and PLEASE don't replace our English teacher with Pn. Nancy! Oh God NO! O_O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya. Chow time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8106292447670164488?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8106292447670164488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8106292447670164488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8106292447670164488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/soup.html' title='Soup?'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2468646691881718270</id><published>2012-01-01T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:32:06.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Dunkin Donut Freddie Mercury!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&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: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoLk90YPKPg/TwBuDkUHnPI/AAAAAAAABBc/oIpxny1pFzQ/s400/tumblr_lw73j58c821qzma4ho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692670936563031282" /&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;THIS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2468646691881718270?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2468646691881718270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/double-dunkin-donut-freddie-mercury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2468646691881718270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2468646691881718270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/double-dunkin-donut-freddie-mercury.html' title='Double Dunkin Donut Freddie Mercury!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoLk90YPKPg/TwBuDkUHnPI/AAAAAAAABBc/oIpxny1pFzQ/s72-c/tumblr_lw73j58c821qzma4ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4274268169048703329</id><published>2012-01-01T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T03:38:51.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember this one time where we were in BP in my parent's car driving along an old street..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro: Wow.. these building look pretty run down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Well, they are pretty old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro: Probably they're like half a century old now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: 50 years old is NOT that OLD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahaha.. It's okay Dad.. *hugs* You still look handsome to me! :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4274268169048703329?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4274268169048703329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4274268169048703329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4274268169048703329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/old.html' title='OLD'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7024294731342927379</id><published>2012-01-01T03:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T03:40:06.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey pretty ladeys and sexay men. ;) Happy New Year! Feeling one year older huh? :P Cause I am.. :( haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD! SPM YEAR! SHYT man.. Crap crap crap. I want all A's.. I want 8A+ and 1A- (OMG. I'm so kiasu I know.. ) Hahaha A- for Bm.. I gave up on Bm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year resolution (60% not going to bother about HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eat less.. (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sleep earlier (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Study more like everyday.. (ngeh. Let the killjoy begin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Play less computer games (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY I'M DONE. Heh! :) (More like a TORTURE list -.-')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God give me strength to get through this.. I can't even relax for one year can't I? I thought form 4 was like a honeymoon year but NOPE. Got 5x worse.. How I wish I was form 3 again.. I feel so old *check for wrinkles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a new year party today.. Managed to see the fireworks near Hilton hotel. God! I could feel my heart exploding (ahaha I'll die.) Tried to drink champagne, God awful. Tried red wine with cheese since people say it's like match made in heaven.. God horrendous. bleh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Am I the only one that put my earphones to max volume and then place around my toilet when I'm brushing my teeth or bathing? It's like a mini radio. HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: I should start on my Add Maths homework soon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPPS: This is my 800th POST! Whoopeee~ ! Celebration time c'mon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPPPS: (HAHAHAHA) This resolution list has yet to take effect till the reopening of school :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Goodnight :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7024294731342927379?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7024294731342927379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-step-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7024294731342927379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7024294731342927379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4748886646443488046</id><published>2011-12-31T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:29:29.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be There</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://4.q.p.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://4.q.p.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3pQ4DIaKo4AOMXOlH89r&amp;amp;acpl=KpwRsOoongDgqnqHH2z5aScAiMqtWpj50e1TCWA71JxnsJ56R4DlnmJR423LJ4TN&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://4.q.p.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://4.q.p.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3pQ4DIaKo4AOMXOlH89r&amp;amp;acpl=KpwRsOoongDgqnqHH2z5aScAiMqtWpj50e1TCWA71JxnsJ56R4DlnmJR423LJ4TN&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;Went to Pyramid yesterday and ehhh... It was kinda boring.. I went with my brother and Bryan.. And get this! My brother kept monopolizing Bryan till I can't even talk to him! O_O! *takes boxing gloves* The heck man, when we talk, sometimes he would interrupt.. *sigh* So so tiring..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached there like 11 o'clock but the freaking movie line was soooooooooooooooooooo long.... Waited like half an hour.. Damn.. Then Sherlock Holmes 2 finished and so did Mission Impossible 4! (Goodbye Robert Downey Jr... *sobs*) so we all settled for.... Jack &amp;amp; Jill.. omgg..... desperados to the extreme man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because 'someone' didn't bring enough money, in the end came all the way to Pyramid to eat... *DING DING DING!* Mc Donalds.. =-= eventhough I told him he could borrow my money but that guy ah.. *facepalm* stubborn to the bone.. Lim family trademark. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MOVIE was soooooo awkward.. Like it wasn't really good and some jokes are I guess only Americans can understand.. The best scenes were all in the trailer so I thought that it would be funny but.. ngeh.. really... ._. and it was BLOODY expensive too. Rm14 man! WTH?! Should have went to MBO... *sigh* :(((( Sorry but I had to say that Breaking Dawn was nicer to watch.. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you know I don't carry handbags with me.. Everything like my MP3, my phone and money all in my pockets. :D So when we went out, I was like feeling my pants (Sounds so wronggg) and oh SHIT! my phone was missing.. Crap! Crap! O_O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing I thought was "Mom's gonna kill me!!" So I ran back in, thank God for the really nice guy for letting me in. I wanted to do the puppy eyes but.. nah.. EMERGENCY HERE! dashed there with Bryan and thank GOD! He remembered which row we sat (old forgetful woman here) and the cleaner guy was so nice to ask for a torchlight and Voila! It was right underneath my chair. Thank God for all the nice people.. :)))))) I can't remember how many times I preached thanks to the guy. He's probably traumatized.. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew... My heart felt like it was ready to jump out of my chest.. Then for one second, I was thinking "If I lost it, then maybe Dad could buy me an iphone..." Hahahaha LIKE HE WOULD! Probably'd gave me his really ancient Nokia.. The one with the 2D snakes game I was so addicted to.. Hm.. not bad.. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the popcorn tasted burnt.. ._. sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially we're suppose to go home and Bryan could stay till 5pm but then we had to go to the bank for something and took like more than an hour.. By the time reached home, like seriously when we just closed the door, his sister was outside, ready to bring him back.. Not even 5 minutes.. T^T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, we're hanging out separately! Grrr don't have to hear him complain about every damn thing.. Then, I could go karaoke, skate, play bowling, watch other movies and do many fun things my brother's not interested in. (Sweet baby Jesus!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Sorry but I ran out of songs to show you.. Hahaha :P I don't really like Mariah Carey but I kinda like this song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4748886646443488046?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4748886646443488046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/please-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4748886646443488046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4748886646443488046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/please-be-there.html' title='Please be There'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8243077724403294883</id><published>2011-12-30T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T02:55:41.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applecrumble &amp; Beach?</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for girls old enough to stand manly hotness.. and gay men too :P I'm joking! &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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E7k6Do-9cFA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God.. I am running low on blood. Excessive blood lost. It's like flooding my room!!! Like a fountain!! O_O!! OMG........ *swoons* so freaking hot.. God.... *drools* now my room's been flooded with lau nua.  Damn! I wish I was there SOOOO BADDLY.. *cries till room flooded with tears* :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What better way to advertise a clothing brand and attract customers than luring them with hot male models.. (I bet lots of aunties and grandmas were hyperventilating :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was in Orchard Road, Singapore. Looks like an opening of a Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch store.. Awesome! I like their signature shirt. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this other video. (hehe mind my stalking) WOAH.. I saw this shop in Paris! OMG.. like walked down Champs Elysees, seriously you cannot imagine how many people were lining up outside just to get into the shop. Because I think in Europe (not sure) they let one shop assistant attend to ONE person at a time. :O&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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qjZkkJTRbDA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. it's that building with the golden gate.. Look really outstanding :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: and when I was there, there weren't any hot shirtless models.. T-T (they'll be freezing their butts off!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8243077724403294883?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8243077724403294883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/applecrumble-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8243077724403294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8243077724403294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/applecrumble-beach.html' title='Applecrumble &amp; Beach?'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/E7k6Do-9cFA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-431799370082792455</id><published>2011-12-30T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T03:50:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Babylon</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice song.. Long time never hear it on radio. :)&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;div&gt;11 - Love You Lately - Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?ver=9051" style="" id="ply" name="ply" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" wmode="opaque" flashvars="file=http://dc105.4shared.com/img/1037870638/325a8188/dlink__2Fdownload_2F2Ecz-IyG_3Ftsid_3D00000000-000000-00000000/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=50&amp;amp;" height="20" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://mp3skull.com/"&gt;mp3skull.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://mp3skull.com/embedcl.php"&gt;&lt;/script&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/5403179380378759874-431799370082792455?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/431799370082792455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/hidden-babylon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/431799370082792455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/431799370082792455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/hidden-babylon.html' title='Hidden Babylon'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5217955032376198586</id><published>2011-12-28T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:23:24.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You There?!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry but I just can't stop reposting awesome shizz~~ :DD&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;"Back at Tumblr headquarters....."&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;a href="http://s1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lstdg7zCNi1qbxo8k.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/tumblr_lstdg7zCNi1qbxo8k.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5217955032376198586?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5217955032376198586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5217955032376198586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5217955032376198586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-there.html' title='You There?!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6043611261542659590</id><published>2011-12-28T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:26:09.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skoll</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing when the bell rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lp4rjwCg1W1qzyusd.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/tumblr_lp4rjwCg1W1qzyusd.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta love the last one! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SNAP! My add maths homework! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... I don't feel like doing it... (LET'S DO IT! *pedobear face*) I mean really.. tired lahh :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH SHIT! I haven't started on my Moral project yet.. The one I was supposed to hand up by school ENDS! Oh well.. Hahaha funny. DIE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6043611261542659590?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6043611261542659590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/skoll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6043611261542659590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6043611261542659590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/skoll.html' title='Skoll'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2745422202399684729</id><published>2011-12-28T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:13:48.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munchkins! :)</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A full post is dedicated to THIS!&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;a href="http://s1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lvaz17lpzz1qhs8sxo1_500.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/tumblr_lvaz17lpzz1qhs8sxo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;CUTE RIGHT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2745422202399684729?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2745422202399684729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/munchkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2745422202399684729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2745422202399684729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/munchkins.html' title='Munchkins! :)'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1274799311782567564</id><published>2011-12-28T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:12:34.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lwp2x99lfh1qap8tho1_500.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/tumblr_lwp2x99lfh1qap8tho1_500.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I'm pretty busy! :D First, I had to invite my friends over to my 'house'. So yeahh I guess it went well. I was so freaked out whether I went darker after walking out in the sun... I feel like a vampire.. (no sparkles dude..) Cause.. I dunno my parents said I've gotten fairer since the trip so I'm like desperately trying to maintain it. Cause gurrrrrrllllllll (hahahaha) for me it's so easy to get dark and VERY VERY hard to get fair again.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could cycle with Jaya/Chui Vern/Ashley! holding my waist sitting at the back. Haha yup.. if I'm a guy, that would be so romantic! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah so like yeah.. HAHAHA then tomorrow I'm going to watch Sherlock Holmes 2 with Bryan! My childhood friend who I need to hear him play the piano so I can compare and say I'm finally better than him!! Yesh, kiasu-ness :D Pyramid here I come! So long never visit Pyramid. Cause me mom so lazy to fetch.. That big cow. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this Saturday gonna have a New Year's Eve party at Federal Hill, some house of my parents.. Haha yeah can't wait for the food! *munch munch munch* and the FIREWORKS! (do you ever feel like a plastic bag? :P)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1274799311782567564?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1274799311782567564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/hohoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1274799311782567564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1274799311782567564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/hohoho.html' title='Hohoho!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6292166179055911810</id><published>2011-12-27T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T02:54:09.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat.</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me (no picture haha) eating a Snicker bar at 2.50 am in the morning like a boss. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my problem? It's not like I don't want to diet, I just can't. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Not satisfied.. TO DA FRIDGE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6292166179055911810?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6292166179055911810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/eat-eat-eat-eat-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6292166179055911810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6292166179055911810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/eat-eat-eat-eat-eat.html' title='Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat.'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2467242359192639581</id><published>2011-12-25T09:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T02:00:14.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://e.a.l.h.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.a.l.h.aimini.net/play/?fid=hlaEkwajJq5b0tnXGcnq&amp;amp;acpl=p4vwxRowgMqM86F6M0Hlhmi85OobJ4nlAUkZtMuMANO9XQZ6iBeFxdPDTVzkCBxz&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://e.a.l.h.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://e.a.l.h.aimini.net/play/?fid=hlaEkwajJq5b0tnXGcnq&amp;amp;acpl=p4vwxRowgMqM86F6M0Hlhmi85OobJ4nlAUkZtMuMANO9XQZ6iBeFxdPDTVzkCBxz&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good morning! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know there's this art I drew for my Seni exam when I was form 2 or 3.. It's like a monochrome shaded fruits with shadows and all. I had like rambutans, mangosteens, a durian, watermelon, etc. So okay I didn't expect the art teacher who always disliked me gave me a pretty good mark. 85%.. wow.. and it was even put up for display at a lorong... haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like many months ago (or maybe more), it was gone.. someone stole it. What the hell?! It's not that great there were much better ones near mine, why mine pulak got kidnapped?? =( it was kinda the best mark I got for art.. =S I kinda missed it.. I mean it doesn't also stand out. It's all black and grey, others have color, mine was only fruits, others have flowers and scenaries. WHY MINE?!?!?! =='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then sometime how I wish it was HIM who took it.. *sigh* Chia Hwei, Chia Hwei.. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or it could fell out of the casing and then ride with the wind. Yeah, I'll go with that. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2467242359192639581?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2467242359192639581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2467242359192639581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2467242359192639581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1231387717274220207</id><published>2011-12-25T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:53:06.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://u.x.f.m.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.x.f.m.aimini.net/play/?fid=mFXuyAHUoMuKykK5oCBV&amp;amp;acpl=lh5icc11EcScrY1YcRZgAyjrnimsxh4gP9Jb3GH3Z8h53ELykqqeKCwA5eIs6ghV&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://u.x.f.m.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.x.f.m.aimini.net/play/?fid=mFXuyAHUoMuKykK5oCBV&amp;amp;acpl=lh5icc11EcScrY1YcRZgAyjrnimsxh4gP9Jb3GH3Z8h53ELykqqeKCwA5eIs6ghV&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAP CHUI VERN'S SIXTEEN! HAHA Santa's baby is eligible to take undang-undang test now!&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: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtAaupkgpHM/TvX5PhnIGJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/kzQ6J-lWt1U/s400/382710_2214557218513_1685062089_1601436_1027163096_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689727749368322194" /&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;THIS IS HER! *on the right* :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I was first to wish her too! *PROUDEST MOMENT* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ... soo.... awesome! *whips hair* hahahahaha&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Say she's pretty! *holds gun* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: I'm not the girl on the left. This picture was taken without permission. Ngehehehe~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1231387717274220207?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1231387717274220207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1231387717274220207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1231387717274220207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KtAaupkgpHM/TvX5PhnIGJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/kzQ6J-lWt1U/s72-c/382710_2214557218513_1685062089_1601436_1027163096_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4249051473422767727</id><published>2011-12-24T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:47:10.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to mention that in the KLIA airport to Amsterdam, when we checked in already then hanged around the terminal before departure. There was this really hot foreigner.. OMG... He's like well toned like his arms are muscular but aren't too much.. Me like~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he has a tattoo on his arm.. OMG! 1 or 2 tattoos on muscular guys are O_O! Extreme hotness hahahaha His hair was quite long like almost shoulder length and a bit wavy but it suits him.. It's not too bushy or curly and it doesn't overshadow his chiselled features.. *swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was sitting quite close to me and even sipping his coffee.. The best part is not only he was good looking but he was reading a book! O_O! I mean like I like hot guys that reads books.. Oh God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then when he left, he didn't throw away his coffee.. == Litter bug.. grr at one point I was like staring at it thinking whether it's a trap and there's a bomb in it! Hahaha yes.. I know I'm so dramatic. Watched too many movies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad I didn't take a picture.. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4249051473422767727?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4249051473422767727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4249051473422767727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4249051473422767727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2737170946206229903</id><published>2011-12-24T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:26:30.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Home for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://h.u.m.s.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://h.u.m.s.aimini.net/play/?fid=SmUHhvtmqmDxt3YGZfQK&amp;amp;acpl=OIxBFxvM3szsqoMos7gtNZXqCBHfjIQtDriEhQfvDmjqr6EhWIpONegMdlRyhtzA&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://h.u.m.s.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://h.u.m.s.aimini.net/play/?fid=SmUHhvtmqmDxt3YGZfQK&amp;amp;acpl=OIxBFxvM3szsqoMos7gtNZXqCBHfjIQtDriEhQfvDmjqr6EhWIpONegMdlRyhtzA&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;A great soothing song for a great holiday season! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's better than a voice that makes you imagine sitting on a velvet chair by the chimney with hot chocolate and a good book in hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad there's no snow here and it's only a dumb idea to lit a chimney in this type of weather. Maybe with air conditioning on but that's just... *face palm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow someone's gonna be SIXTEEN! :P haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2737170946206229903?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2737170946206229903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-be-home-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2737170946206229903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2737170946206229903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-be-home-for-christmas.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Home for Christmas'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2010274797868802860</id><published>2011-12-24T01:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T02:08:21.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm weird? You don't say?!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I sound like someone who hails from tumblr world but sadly I don't have a tumblr.. Because this blog is already taking 50% of my life and I don't want another 100% of it totally monopolized by tumblr. That's why me no have tumblr.. Although I am one by heart. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would spent like the whole night on these tumblrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.psycho-facts.net/"&gt; Click it I SAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! &lt;/a&gt;Or else I'm gonna rape you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://lolsofunny.com/"&gt;Some really hot girl with huge boobs. Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like in the living room with my brother and dad and they're like wondering why am I laughing every 5 seconds.. So for the next few hours, I've been silently torturing myself... and my tummy. Silent laughing are super awesome!!! :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the people I know who has tumblr don't really reblog funny stuff. Theirs are kinda like blogs. Haha not there's anything wrong with that :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, no point having a tumblr since if I do, I would effing REPOST every post there is on these websites.. So screw it, let them do all the work for me. Yeah. :P If they ever retire of shut down, my life would be completely over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OVERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!&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;PS: My number ONE habit, my zipper is always down when I use toilets.. After years of experience, I've learned to wear longer t-shirts all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: (hahaha) I never know how does orange juice taste like after brushing your teeth. Because I don't like orange juice. O_O! It just dissolves my tongue... I like oranges though.. HAHAHA besides, MOMMA always told me eating after brushing your teeth is a big No-no. Heehee~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2010274797868802860?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2010274797868802860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-weird-you-dont-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2010274797868802860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2010274797868802860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-weird-you-dont-say.html' title='I&apos;m weird? You don&apos;t say?!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-9009292376174275050</id><published>2011-12-24T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:34:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh SNAPE!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk2z7vpvW31qfwx02o1_500.jpg" alt="http://thatfunnyblog.tumblr.com/" /&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;OH SHYT! Hubba hubba! Okay! I'm signing up for tumblr right now! O_O! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah. I'm satisfied spending my entire day on other people's tumblrs instead. :P But David Karp is WoW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Why do all foreigners have super long EYELASHES! even the MALES! THIS IS OUTRAGE!!! *pout*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-9009292376174275050?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/9009292376174275050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohhh-snape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9009292376174275050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9009292376174275050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohhh-snape.html' title='Ohhh SNAPE!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1751757266919245757</id><published>2011-12-23T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:33:13.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A for Asian</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgai1iXxXL1qa6yxzo1_500.png" /&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;word to your mother! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: not to be wacist and all but asians created much more things than that too. U mad? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1751757266919245757?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1751757266919245757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-asian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1751757266919245757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1751757266919245757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-asian.html' title='A for Asian'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-948092212767719013</id><published>2011-12-23T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:07:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Years</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://l.r.e.0.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://l.r.e.0.aimini.net/play/?fid=0eRlObcJJHdPq5qkdgOS&amp;amp;acpl=wBFss68MJz0zQ3q3z9DkXPZQ1HA5yBWkV4mvijw9DSDlgylfWt6prSD3kwBGSLW0&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://l.r.e.0.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://l.r.e.0.aimini.net/play/?fid=0eRlObcJJHdPq5qkdgOS&amp;amp;acpl=wBFss68MJz0zQ3q3z9DkXPZQ1HA5yBWkV4mvijw9DSDlgylfWt6prSD3kwBGSLW0&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;A song from Christina Perri. :) Proving herself she's not a one hit wonder. Hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Christmas Eve.. well in one hour but I.. don't.. care. :P&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-948092212767719013?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/948092212767719013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/thousand-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/948092212767719013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/948092212767719013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/thousand-years.html' title='A Thousand Years'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-412598195240982590</id><published>2011-12-23T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:15:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lullaby</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bored.. So I was just reading the past posts from when I was like Form 2. Hahaha OMG! My writing then was so different. I dunno but to me, I sounded like hyper or mad all the time! :D I was sooo different back then too.. Was I shallow?? I don't know. :S I hope not. But I guess that's how people grow. I myself changed so much in the past few years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, I read my poems and some I laughed at and some I couldn't believe I written. I don't remember at all! It's all spontaneous expressions.. Well I can say that I improved my English (objections anyone? :P) , last time my English was just average, it was SO average that when I read a fantasy book in form 1 (House of Serpents :D) I couldn't understand what was going on half the time. O_O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also more of a romanticist when I was form 2, God.. I kept talking about love and love and love.. Not only mine but in stories and books and dramas.. It's embarrassing reading my Form 2 self! Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cotton candy skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With rainbows dipped in twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The golden yolk feeling sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and starts to drown into a sea of dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Okay I'm done. Shortest poem ever written by me. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I love owl city. I'm not sure who writes the songs but the lyrics are just sooo imaginative and dreamy.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-412598195240982590?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/412598195240982590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/412598195240982590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/412598195240982590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-lullaby.html' title='Long Lullaby'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8224872628864804162</id><published>2011-12-23T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:52:26.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Proposal</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33507366?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/33507366"&gt;Meme Proposal | Tim * Audrey&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/crazymonkey"&gt;Crazy Monkey Studio&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&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;Seriously, the sweetest thing EVER! It makes me face melt. WATCH IT! *uses hypnosis*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I cried... :/ but it was worth crying! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8224872628864804162?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8224872628864804162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/meme-proposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8224872628864804162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8224872628864804162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/meme-proposal.html' title='Meme Proposal'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-9131704940315246875</id><published>2011-12-23T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:18:28.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berets &amp; Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why today I felt like posting a lot of pictures of myself. HAHAHA self-obsessed slash narcissist. But I don't post them without reason. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a beret at Europe for 1.45 euro!! So cheap right! :D Here it's like Rm15 or Rm10 not sure. Yay! I like it so much! Hee hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously what comes next is the pictures! I'm not photogenic so yeah.. don't expect much. :P I'm not gonna say it looks horrible or else posting it in public just seems so contradicting but I'm not gonna say it looks fantastic either. I just look like.. me! :D&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 src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0u_q04Nja_w/TvNeTuflrbI/AAAAAAAABAQ/eOQG6QtW41o/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688994447290117554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&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;Okay.. the more I look at it, the more I hate it. -.-' My smile looks sooo weird.. :S should have smiled more.. ==&lt;/div&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;But I change my profile picture *points to outerspace* Tadaa! I know it's been ages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I was looking at someone's blog (no.. someone is not a guy I like, or an enemy, just a person) I saw their history.. it said in 2011, there were like 250++ posts and I'm like "woahhhh that's a lot man..." then I paused and then checked mine and Hahaha mine is 355 (not counting this one) for two oh one oh! Yeaay. Hahaha I crap more. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: If he had a blog, I would gladly stalk him every second, every hour, ever day of the week. heh heh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-9131704940315246875?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/9131704940315246875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/berets-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9131704940315246875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9131704940315246875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/berets-sunshine.html' title='Berets &amp; Sunshine'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0u_q04Nja_w/TvNeTuflrbI/AAAAAAAABAQ/eOQG6QtW41o/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7381333001534738824</id><published>2011-12-22T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:15:11.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychedelic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear diary,&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 src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHkkvhNPzJs/TvNC7o4CRNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ege0ciPmZM4/s400/IMG02121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688964346651231442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored. Entertain me? :( I have Niagara Falls now. So I'm not hungry... and that sucks.. Not being hungry. :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally different from pregnancy.. Not that I've ever experience it.. I &lt;span &gt;think&lt;/span&gt;? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.. I have plenty of children and they're all also chubby-cheeked like their mama. Fathers?? K-pop stars like yummy Lee Joon. (HIS SMILE~~~~!) Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be weird.. going up to someone and in their face, "I want to have babies with you" Oh my.. that's so strange... I can imagine myself saying that.. hahaha haha ha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7381333001534738824?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7381333001534738824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/psychedelic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7381333001534738824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7381333001534738824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/psychedelic.html' title='Psychedelic'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHkkvhNPzJs/TvNC7o4CRNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ege0ciPmZM4/s72-c/IMG02121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2814120041981204373</id><published>2011-12-22T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:12:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Solstice!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me enjoying a nice cup of HORLICKS! Oh yeah! :D Tastes freaking awesome! :))))))&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 src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX4IkUWbk0Q/TvMcHsUnRjI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cI0GrcZJKtk/s400/IMG02138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688921672781350450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAl8DWZ22rw/TvMcHYG4XrI/AAAAAAAAA_k/OPQPio4DmVY/s400/IMG02137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688921667355041458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(just bathed and I don't blow dry my hair... LAY ZEE! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me and my mom rolled a lot of balls! Hahaha :D Winter Solstice! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the soup. Practically the only thing I like (LOVE!!) with ginger. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE CHEWINESS OF THE BALLS!!! haha. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2814120041981204373?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2814120041981204373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2814120041981204373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2814120041981204373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-solstice.html' title='Winter Solstice!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jX4IkUWbk0Q/TvMcHsUnRjI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cI0GrcZJKtk/s72-c/IMG02138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6705966914686432860</id><published>2011-12-22T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:34:21.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Escape part 1</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write the FULL trip then post everything with pictuers and all but I'm so god damn lazy so it's taking longer so I'm just gonna post what I wrote for the 1st day. Cheers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back? ME! :P *kids running around screaming* heh heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD!!!! I MISS HOME SO BADLY! But Europe was awesomazing! fantabulous! beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haha of course before seeing wonderful things, there's the nightmare! O_O! For me it's flying the airplane of course. 13 hours to Schipol airport, Amsterdam then another one hour flight to Paris. We're be joining the ground tour (as in we got our own tickets) 3 days later. Flying is not my favorite thing to do. It's horrible actually. VERY HORRIBLE. The moment I stepped in the plane, the smell of it makes my head run in circles. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wear a patch as small as our 1 sen on my neck right behind my ear. If that wasn't enough, I wore a wristband that stops headaches too. Fantastic! (Y) I took KLM, a Dutch airline. Well, the past few days I've been sleeping really really late hahaha so you could say I was trying to accustom myself to their local time in Paris. Which is about 7 hours before KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! I managed to eat some airplane food! O_O! Evolution DEN DEN! :D JUBILATION!! hahaha cause usually my head would already be spinning and my appetite destroyed. POOF! But not this time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even watched Cars 2 and Rio on the plane! Haha awesome!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you but whenever I see a plane above my head, I would always wish them a good flight, eventhough they could never hear me. It's a habit :P *copyrighted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Paris! OMG!!!! It's sooo cold. Dad's old friend Uncle Fabris came to fetch us from the airport! :D He even drove us out and about Paris like Champs Elysees and the Arc de Triumph. Sadly, I was too sleepy to pay attention. I kept reclining my head on the chair cause it felt like heaven. So sorry uncle haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Europe it's winter season so the day is pretty short. By the time we reached the hotel like about 5pm, the sun already went to sleep and the sky welcomed the stars. (what am I talking?) At first we couldn't check into the hotel because of some complications lah.. So worried.. Do we have to sleep in the streets, shivering madness?! The receptionist had a very typical French look. Like her eyes are a bit slanted and overall features look small. Her accent when speaking English (Y)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily managed to contact the bank and blah blah blah blah. bla blah? Blah blar. hahaha :P So went into the hotel and God... Bed has never felt this good. *superman then roll around like a cat* We all agreed to rest until it was 8-9pm then head out to eat dinner. Hahaha amazing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all slept the whole day. I personally woke up at 11pm.. I was like "Oh shit!" then because I didn't want to have jetlag, I had to sleep again and again and again. Like one hour then get up, then sleep again the get up continuously till it was 6 am. Mission accomplished. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Paris was very dazzling and beautiful. S.T.U.N.N.I.N.G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6705966914686432860?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6705966914686432860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-escape-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6705966914686432860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6705966914686432860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-escape-part-1.html' title='Great Escape part 1'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6306014211096512172</id><published>2011-12-22T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:08:49.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said that ever since I came back from Europe, my skin looked fairer.. and better complexion too. Ooooh. Haha I guess the place there is cold and dry so less pimples! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike here where it's sunny and humid 24/7 the perfect weather conditions to grow zits! Fantastic yea? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's kinda a bit too early for the effects.. I mean like I was only there for two weeks and wow, gotten a few shades fairer. YAY!!!! :D If you wanna compare with my standard 6 IC, aiyoooo OMG.... like chindian girl man.. My mom said I looked Malay.. Yeah... thanks to Sports Day, I took part in soo many events that boom! Got heavily sun kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was also using the facial cream while I was in Europe.. Because at the hotel, there's nothing to do so at night, I would wash my face with it. I use it like twice a day.. Back home, I only use it like ... 4?? 5?? times a week. Hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really dry there.. Skin turns itchy after a few days.. *sigh* If you want a country that's perfect for skin, go Korea! Because it's cold AND humid there. See the guys all so fair and their skin!! So poreless and shiny. Wth man.. wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. maybe I should start using the facial wash more often. But I guess my skin is quite alright.. I don't wash my face often or use toner and moisturiser AND I sweat like a damn pig. So yeah :DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6306014211096512172?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6306014211096512172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6306014211096512172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6306014211096512172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/skin.html' title='Skin'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7373230997312249515</id><published>2011-12-22T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T01:28:36.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesick</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://p.1.4.s.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://p.1.4.s.aimini.net/play/?fid=S41P53VihhBbmSQSe2sp&amp;acpl=MX1caKSTxmvZmRZFPovJVdbIWZPnMXBJwhy5jtU6gnRZc54moqSNZixu5YCIBfI4&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.1.4.s.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://p.1.4.s.aimini.net/play/?fid=S41P53VihhBbmSQSe2sp&amp;acpl=MX1caKSTxmvZmRZFPovJVdbIWZPnMXBJwhy5jtU6gnRZc54moqSNZixu5YCIBfI4&amp;auto=no&amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being away from home for 2 weeks, when mom brought home karipap.. I totally devoured the whole things.. OMG! It tastes SOOO GOOD!! *foodgasm* hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say good luck to all the form 3's taking their PMR result tomorrow (actually today! Hahaha) I want to be there but.. I'm just too fat-assed lazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the results you deserve. It's okay if it's not good, take it as a lesson.. Because next years gonna be a huge leap. Trust me, you'll be begging God knows what to become Form 3 again. Really, no shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's not gonna be a honeymoon year. But you can face it as long as you choose to. Because nobody else can ruin your life, only you. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Judging from the title, you thought I'm gonna rant about love? Hell no! :P It's the song! :P I don't really like it but just found it today so.. :) If you're educated in music, it's in three beats.. Hear that? Bom cha cha. Bom cha cha! Hahaha like a waltz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: I just went down to take a karipap and sweet baby Jesus, I'm going down again!! (My name is fattish btw. Nice to meet you :D) I serious! They definitely put some drugs into those things.. Those! little poppers of heaven~~~! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7373230997312249515?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7373230997312249515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/lovesick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7373230997312249515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7373230997312249515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/lovesick.html' title='Lovesick'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6213117977159711208</id><published>2011-12-21T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:39:21.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh.</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise!! I GOT POKEMON WHITE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. It took me hard days work browsing through the internet to find it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO HAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to you beautiful people! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6213117977159711208?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6213117977159711208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6213117977159711208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6213117977159711208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/heh.html' title='Heh.'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-3695619878626795450</id><published>2011-12-21T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:44:48.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B for Brian</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BRIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one from Family Guy. Hahahahaha :D He's soo funny! God.. It's been ages watching Family Fox on Fox.. I remember watching it with Jonathon, my cousin and my brother and we were like laughing our heads. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KuqseAQYzAI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Bryan Lye (hahaha) and OMG! He's back in Malaysia! That turd! :P We're soooo have to hang out one day.. God! It's been ages! :DDD He's my advisor. And we actually challenged each other to sing two songs.. Since I'm so nice! (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAH... HAHAHAHAH.. HAhahahahah.. haaaaa) I let him choose what song he wanna sing. We both love Adele (FTW!!) so much that he asked me to sing Someone like you while he sings Rolling in the Deep. Whaaaaaaat?! I know this guy can sing.. haha :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like only going to sing it to each other since we want to know how the other sounds like (I'm pretty sure I sound better than him. HAHAHA CHEHHHHH!) then the only I'll be singing is When you say nothing at all by Ronan Keating! HEEEE! So easy compared to Adele.. haha.. I feel pooped.. I mean this guy like performed live a few times and gotten praises while I... *hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this stupid idea that when he comes to my house we're going to sneak into my moms car and just sing there. Just the two of us.. Because I do not want anybody else to hear.. And to sing Adele it's impossible to sing it softly.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATTLE ON then. :P I told him just don't expect too much.. I not great but at least not a dying raccoon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOR POKEMON! Which I haven't played for two DAYS! because I realized that white has more special pokemons and there's actually a place where you can catch older pokemons like pikachu's era (sadly no Pikachu.. T_T) God.. Felt so cheated!! Grrr can't find any free version of Pokemon White.. *sniff* I wanna buy a PSP!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know I'm such a loser. Even Bryan was laughing at me playing Pokemon at my age. So what! At least I'm having FUUUUUUNNNNNNN! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-3695619878626795450?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/3695619878626795450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/b-for-brian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/3695619878626795450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/3695619878626795450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/b-for-brian.html' title='B for Brian'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KuqseAQYzAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-111044445765660906</id><published>2011-12-21T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:13:11.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of You</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://x.k.0.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://x.k.0.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=X0KXfmBfxzdOIVTs8RDH&amp;acpl=xF6MHBgM0sQ8sjzLqbQa14rJY8nN9F2aWvUIK0QNZeacjtmuATkmEkPEMcfY46p2&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://x.k.0.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://x.k.0.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=X0KXfmBfxzdOIVTs8RDH&amp;acpl=xF6MHBgM0sQ8sjzLqbQa14rJY8nN9F2aWvUIK0QNZeacjtmuATkmEkPEMcfY46p2&amp;auto=no&amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYZONE!!! :DDDDDD Ronan Keating's voice!! *spazzzzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Stephen Gately.. :( may he be in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I watched Mr. Bean on a bus in Europe. Laughed my ass off. Seriously, loudest one in the bus with me mom. :D We rock like that! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-111044445765660906?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/111044445765660906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/picture-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/111044445765660906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/111044445765660906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/picture-of-you.html' title='Picture of You'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4317842213191404187</id><published>2011-12-21T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:45:36.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One that Got Away</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://h.m.p.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://h.m.p.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=bpmHpv1Hg7ZilWqO1HEo&amp;acpl=CDQJVVnbujfVjtyC2ifevswlIVbraDNe5Hp8Pddm1Wb7u79SMvoyFP02jtS26v9I&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://h.m.p.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://h.m.p.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=bpmHpv1Hg7ZilWqO1HEo&amp;acpl=CDQJVVnbujfVjtyC2ifevswlIVbraDNe5Hp8Pddm1Wb7u79SMvoyFP02jtS26v9I&amp;auto=no&amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just checking on youtube, new updates from the awesome people I subscribed to (pray you don't disappoint me.... haha ratatouille!) and like I saw one from Chester See! Well, long time never seen his videos.. Like you know I'm more like into humour kind of videos instead of singing covers.. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that he and his girlfriend Jess Adam (so so pretty) broke up... I mean I was flabbergasted! Like they're so sweet and crazy cute kind of way.. WHY?? :( I felt so sad.. At first I was sad the hot Chester got a girlfriend but then I found out she's not only beautiful but fun on the inside so I supported them.. Turns out.. :( I think it's only been like 5 months together... Man... who knew.. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was just listening to his cover of 'The one that got away' and it was good! :) then I saw the real video by Katy Perry.. I like her very much but I think Chester's cover was better than the original.. sorry. ._. Like it shouldn't be upbeat and pop, it should be more sad and emotional like Thinking of You. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the video got me emotional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm scared of a relationship you know.. Not only the fact it wouldn't last or I got my heart broken but thinking about their past.. Their exs.. Like what if they still love them and all? Like all those great times together.. What if I'm only like a replacement?? Like I can't give him the happiness that she gave him and he still has lingering feelings and whenever we do something similar, it reminds him of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like I totally can't read the other person's mind.. I'm not a psychic. and he doesn't have to worry about my past because I never had an ex.. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I too.. what if I'm with someone but my heart is with another person.. I don't want that.. No one should ever come across that, being second best. It's painful just thinking about it.. and scary.. The thought that you may never move on and that you may never find another person you love. Love.. Why are you so complicated? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD... Sad songs why you make me feel so down... :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean don't get me wrong (semi-biatchy mode) I had quite a number of guys who liked me okay?! :PPPPPP I'm not branded as 'forever alone' just that.. you know.. I don't want to date someone while thinking of another person.. I know I'm so lame.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides! (rejuvenates) I'm still young. So what others had when they're 12? SO WHAT. God is just taking his time.. Finding someone suitable for me and I shall wait. I wouldn't rush things.. I like him BUT! I don't need him to be happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a lot of guy friends. :D Because they treat me as equal as I to them. :) I don't want that to change into some awkward situation. Guy friends are the best! :DDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. I'm quite happy now HAHA knowing I'm not alone. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Besides, I'm in a relationship with FOOD! :D My love~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4317842213191404187?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4317842213191404187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-that-got-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4317842213191404187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4317842213191404187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-that-got-away.html' title='The One that Got Away'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5604384476039999927</id><published>2011-12-19T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:07:41.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIM</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome video! Le Internet Medley or also known as LIM! :DDDDDDD I feel awesome tonight~~~~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mghhLqu31cQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge of the day! Name as many memes as you can!!! There's about 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nyan cat&lt;br /&gt;-Troll face&lt;br /&gt;-Leek spin&lt;br /&gt;-Numa Numa&lt;br /&gt;-Rebecca Black&lt;br /&gt;-True Story&lt;br /&gt;-Peanut Butter Jelly time&lt;br /&gt;-Badger Badger Badger&lt;br /&gt;-Trololo man&lt;br /&gt;-Double Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;-Chocolate Rain&lt;br /&gt;-Y U NO face&lt;br /&gt;-Keyboard cat&lt;br /&gt;-Me Gusta face&lt;br /&gt;-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU face&lt;br /&gt;-Schomoyoho!&lt;br /&gt;-LOL face&lt;br /&gt;-Poker face&lt;br /&gt;-Forever alone&lt;br /&gt;-awesome face&lt;br /&gt;-O RLY&lt;br /&gt;-Chuck TESTA!&lt;br /&gt;-Not bad meme&lt;br /&gt;-F*ck Yea&lt;br /&gt;-Trolldad&lt;br /&gt;-Pedobear&lt;br /&gt;-Hamtaro&lt;br /&gt;-Boxxy&lt;br /&gt;-All your base belongs to us&lt;br /&gt;-Tac nayn (nyan cat in reverse :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 30. Heh I'm tumblr/youtube educated! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5604384476039999927?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5604384476039999927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/lim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5604384476039999927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5604384476039999927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/lim.html' title='LIM'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mghhLqu31cQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5784645509499975925</id><published>2011-12-19T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:28:19.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.I.V.E</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 facts that you might not know about me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I see an airplane soaring in the air, I would wish them a safe trip. Like every plane that passes by. I dunno why but it's scary sometimes if anything goes wrong.. :S Even when I was in a plane, I would like constantly pray to God for safety especially landing a plane.. Because that's one of the dangerous parts being on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The first thing I do when I come across a Malaysian Women's Weekly (ironically called weekly but published monthly :X) is turn to the last page and read about the scandalous true stories which I'm not sure it's real or not. ahahahaha kepoh-ness yet it makes me feel bad reading those.. I'm weird :S I mean it's sad reading how they experienced like they cheated on their boyfriend, or back stabbed a friend. The magazine actually pays you to reveal any dark secrets for Rm100 and they would keep your identity incognito.. Wow.. I wouldn't have the guts to do that... not that I have any dark secrets though. VIRGIN 100%! Hahaha am proud of it too! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm starting to read shounen-ai on manga (japanese comics) since a friend recommended me. Shounen-ai means like mild boys love.. aka. semi-gay. O.o I know it's shocking but I read one and it's really good. There's no ahem scenes (hardly any kissing) just very realistic like in the shoes of a guy who doesn't know his feelings and he's in denial 24/7. Like it teaches you something that love is unconditional. I find it very sweet and much better than normal ones because mostly the girls are just too weak and their eyes are like half their face. hahaha I always saw manga covers, the gay ones have the better looking males! Hahahaha but it's strange only girls would read it and only guys would read lesbian ones.. I guess it feels a bit turn off seeing the same gender?? but I'm very open minded about this. :) And it's fantasy anyways. (mind you but there are hardcore ones but I don't read those.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am very very very manja around my parents... Like super duper closeness. The tone I would talk to them is like quite baby-ish that's why my mom always call me a baby.. Hahahaha like then I would hug them out of nowhere and do lots of weird stuff to gain their attention and annoy them. :D Muahahaha I know I'm so cute! *vomits blood* Don't get me wrong I still do have deep conversations with them. :D Like with friends I'm like so different and sometimes the mother figure I dunno someone told me that. Hahaha I guess it's like they say. A girl has three different personalities. One with her family, another with her friends and lastly with HIM. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am actually a male.. Don't be deceived by my feminine smexay looks (BAHAHAHAHAHA) Okay.. I can't think of anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA: sometimes I dream about a world where there's no death and no pain with no tears and sadness just happiness. Not only to me but to everyone. I wished that the world is not polluted and blood shed, just a place where everyone can share. I dreamed to be under a tree in the big wide open field. There I was resting my head on my precious friend, a tiger. I could feel his soft and warm fur. A place where animals and humans can live in peace, a life with no fear. Paradise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5784645509499975925?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5784645509499975925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5784645509499975925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5784645509499975925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/five.html' title='F.I.V.E'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8085874005835033220</id><published>2011-12-19T06:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:55:03.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egad</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a capital mistake to theorise before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories instead of theories to suit facts." -- Sherlock Holmes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8085874005835033220?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8085874005835033220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/egad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8085874005835033220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8085874005835033220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/egad.html' title='Egad'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1935929673296144077</id><published>2011-12-19T06:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:46:33.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to God</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this quote a long time ago but I could never find it again.. But it's something similar and whatever it was, it touched my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God.. for once I would like to take this time to not ask for anything but to thank you for giving me everything I have."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1935929673296144077?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1935929673296144077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/note-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1935929673296144077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1935929673296144077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/note-to-god.html' title='Note to God'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6209473621997810429</id><published>2011-12-19T06:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:43:30.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better not laugh... *starts singing* You better not pout I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to TOWWWWNNNNN! haha yeah *cough* I think I'm a bit jet-lagged. Hardy HAR HAR I know I've been awake until this hour. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to sleep around 4 am... and I woke up at..??? 4PM! Hahaha of course my parents were yelling my eardrums to death. But it's not like I planned to cut my day short. I dunno I'm very weird I guess.. The previous day I slept around 3 am and I woke up like 9 am (not pm or that would be just cocobananas :D) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Paris... I love the architecture and the FOOD THERE! I dunno about my tastebuds but I adore SNAILS, CHEESE (even the strong ones) and even FOIE GRAS (not rich, dad's friend gave as present therefore your argument is invalid :P) Weird... normally when I see intestines and organs in my soup, I would get sick.. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda felt bad about the goose who was force fed and tortured just to be on somebody's plate. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom actually thought why ppl don't make foie gras out of cow liver? It's big enough so you don't have to torture it. OMG... That's so my MOM! She's just weird like that. But I love her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate alcohol so no wine, no bir, not anything.. (maybe a tiny weeny slight of vodka HAHAHAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing about Europian women is a lot of French women smoke. I was kinda shocked a bit.. But hey, if they want to cut their life short, not my problem. Just a bit surprised... And I hope no offence is taken here but a lot of French guys experience hairloss... .__. I mean really you can see the hair line on their heads, my cousin told me if it's like a heart shaped (or upside down boobs hahahaha) it's a sign that you're losing your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my dad's friend who's a local there agreed that the younger generation are starting to loose their hair pretty early.. Like starting from their early twenties.. O_O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live thereeeeeeeee!!! I want to speak FRENCH!!! It sounds so smexay! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.. I should really go to sleep now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BAGUETTE WAS SO SWAG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6209473621997810429?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6209473621997810429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6209473621997810429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6209473621997810429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/jet-plane.html' title='Jet Plane'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-2341487445011721250</id><published>2011-12-17T00:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:16:42.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://o.b.h.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.b.h.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7hBoBgwPGcveyim5M3JV&amp;amp;acpl=OGfLuhGhYXt15NikrTX6HjA18hiweGr6Z73Vonog5Sm1ZJKP5dzFGV03o7Say3bm&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://o.b.h.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.b.h.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7hBoBgwPGcveyim5M3JV&amp;amp;acpl=OGfLuhGhYXt15NikrTX6HjA18hiweGr6Z73Vonog5Sm1ZJKP5dzFGV03o7Say3bm&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm (going) home.. to the place where I belong. Where your love has always been enough for me. (my sweet, sentimental pillow *in-love sigh*) Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay.. Don't be shocked when I tell you the first thing I did when I got home was...!! PLAY POKEMON!!!! OMG! I'm such a geek. :P Over in Europe I would constantly rant at my dad how much I miss my Pokemon. HAHAHAHA and there's even a pigeon that looked like my pokemon. God.. and yes I'm playing it right now! Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner had hawker food. NO COMPLAINTS. God.. I had like char kuey teow, popiah and a bowl of claypot chicken rice. Yeayy!! Overindulging to the extreme! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was bloody hot, Malaysia. I do not fancy the painful cold like below 5 degrees but I hate hot weather. =-= Step outside the airport and into the open air, I was like "CRRAAAAP" bloody hot. :( Went back by taxi. The driver was M.A.D Drove like 130-140 km/hour. And he looked real creepy. I don't dare to look into his eyes from the back using the front mirror. Like he was going to turn me into stone. Hahaha I meant I saw his face and he kept on maintaining his scowling look on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One point I was afraid he was going to drive us to a desolated area and finish us off and throw our mangled bodies into a river.. O_O! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOUGHT TONS OF CHOCOLATE! Chocolate heaven! My second love. It solves almost anything.. except for weight problems. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna write the entire trip. Just today at the Schipol airport, I took the whole day just to summarize my entire Europe trip so I would share them here. Cause I am very forgetful. Like supah troopah. Anyways.. I am SO GLAD when we landed.. Airplanes are my least favorite transportation. Eventhough it would be fun to fly. But that was when I totally forgotten how traumatizing it was. God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: There were several nights I would dream about HIM and like get closer and all. But always disappointed waking up. It was so regular to the extent when I woke up, I would remained indifferent and say "Of course" sad, isn't it? :S The latest one was him confessing to me on the 4th April. Wow.. so detailed.. I dunno maybe it's a sign.. I wonder what would happened on that day next year. But ngeh, I'll probably forget by then. STM = ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: Daughtry is banging! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-2341487445011721250?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/2341487445011721250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2341487445011721250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/2341487445011721250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1790586794148571685</id><published>2011-12-02T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:40:14.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Too</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lot of drama today. Surprises that never cease to amuse me. Our IU director, secretary and Funding director decided to quit today during our meeting at McDonalds. Some fight happened over a trivial matter with the president so yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in quite a pickle actually. The four of them are like the backbone and pillars of our club so since they've left, we have to find replacements and quick. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've set up a new principle. That is to share the tasks with everyone and not only push all the work to one person. What's more we're going to have groups and discussions in order to promote close-ness. We'll learn how to be more responsible and tolerate each other. Sisters :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I kinda have to fill in for the Funding director's post unless she comes back :P So I have to hold on to the money and plan ideas to raise moneyh! I guess it's a great opportunity. I always harboured a secret desire to be in charge of Friendship Day. Not going to be easy but worth a try. Challenge accepted :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hope no one else back out in the middle. We can survive! Stay positive! We might make it even better than before since this year only did two major events. Oh yeah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1790586794148571685?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1790586794148571685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1790586794148571685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1790586794148571685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-too.html' title='Too Too'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-9150234937713621174</id><published>2011-12-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:34:31.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out true colors that I’m not happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know whether people change or was always like that. After calming down, now to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I think a person’s true face actually shows when they’re mad. Because then it really judges your feelings whether you can tolerate it or not. Like they say only children, the drunken and the mad will speak the truth. But it depends of patience too. Maybe they’re just in the spur of the moment. Like me, I actually am a short fused sometimes.. It can depend on people. Then I would say things I would regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this, there’s the benefit of the doubt point. I also have to consider that naturally you would side the people you love. I tried not to. But sometimes you just can’t help it. Benefit of doubt point again. People make stupid decisions when they’re mad. Point 3. Their family background also affects their characters and maturity. But that’s not an excuse to be who they are now. Still, point 4. Would I be as rash and harsh like them? Well I don’t know their story. Point 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one part of me is telling myself. “Why do you have to over think so much. Just be simple for once and say it’s their fault. Stop trying to tolerate, it’s not making you any better!” but I can’t. Maybe when I was mad but now, when I think, I can’t just entirely blame it on them. Everyone was at fault. But they didn’t give us a second chance. I’m the kind who would side the person I love but not until I would support them doing foolish things but yes, that I can understand so I don’t know lah.. Parts of my brain are fighting among themselves. We shouldn’t judge by what we only hear and see and we shouldn’t try to accept everything because then you’ll be at the losing end. I mean humans make mistakes right? But why should I try to accept what they did and try to understand what they did is right? Well, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again.. (oh no) if I can try to understand what they did, shouldn’t they too try to understand what she did? It’s not like they don’t know. It’s just that it’s more of a personal matter than anything else. I could just like posting stuff about them and cursing them in here, yet I can’t.. I could only share this with people I trust and would give me their opinions with me or against me but I wouldn’t belittle them like they don’t have a life. If I did rant, I’ll keep it anonymous. What’s so hard about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m just going to stop thinking right now and just stop contacting them anymore. I lost them. They lost me. It’s their life, do what they want or what they feel is right. I’ll stick to mine. Even my opinions are mine. That is now I really see your true face. I was stupid for being so naïve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took the step that would allow people to judge you, so be it. Just don’t blame anyone if they do.&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/5403179380378759874-9150234937713621174?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/9150234937713621174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9150234937713621174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9150234937713621174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugly-truth.html' title='Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7424142527835784925</id><published>2011-12-01T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:48:45.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahehehihihohohuhu (Really??)</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/?action=view&amp;amp;current=poptart.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/poptart.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poptarts!! They look super delicious but I never tried one because they're too darn expensive. Buy for meeeeee. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even they sound delicious.. Like Vanilla Milkshake.. Ohoho... *tired*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*go play Pokemon instead* yeshhhh. I'm so addicted to this game! My main pokemon is already level 31! Heehee and I have like 40+ pokemons. I know I know I'm such a feminine young lady. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7424142527835784925?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7424142527835784925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/hahahehehihihohohuhu-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7424142527835784925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7424142527835784925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/hahahehehihihohohuhu-really.html' title='Hahahehehihihohohuhu (Really??)'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7644991058179505114</id><published>2011-12-01T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:36:44.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba + 2Na = Banana!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I do as a blogger is that I don't really promote my blog to people. I mean I did posted it in facebook but it's under 'info' where people rarely goes to. I mean like isn't it exciting? (uh oh here is comes! O_O!) having an anonymous amount of people visiting your blog. I mean you just don't know who's reading ya know. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially those meters which calculates how many visitors you have. Yeah that too, I don't have it so it's my free imagination to think how many are there. I mean it's like escaping reality. If you got a low meter, it's saddening and when it's high, well... it's no fun anymore. If everybody reads your blog, then you can't actually stay true to yourself because you might be scared who was reading it and then spread it like wildfire. Or be more insecure whether it's fun or boring to read. Then instead of writing your life, you choose to entertain people instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haters will hate! *starts walking away backwards with a wide smile like Elijah Wood (we have the same birthday! Hihi :D)* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would feel embarrassed. I mean this is my genre! My medium to freely express myself with no fear! So yeah I wouldn't want to compromise that, would I? (holy crap I totally don't understand what you're talking about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't care less whether nobody reads my blog. It's my diary, my memories since I'm quite the forgetful loser. So yeah. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I love you. *fishy lips kisses* Heh heh. (I know.. I'm an alien! O_O!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: It's funny how this is blogger but the word 'blog' and 'blogger' aren't in the grammar correcting thingamagiggy-that-has-red-swirls-underneath-wrong-words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7644991058179505114?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7644991058179505114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ba-2na-banana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7644991058179505114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7644991058179505114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/ba-2na-banana.html' title='Ba + 2Na = Banana!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7687781212640941253</id><published>2011-12-01T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:21:55.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Why</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh.. really talkative tonight! Mixed feelings but I assure they can change in seconds. BOom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My colors are not working in blogger... :( When I highlight a word green or any other color, they don't appear in my blog after publishing it. Fudge.. Last time it was random number of posts in one page when I specifically wanted 5. (I sounded like an angry customer. NAG NAG NAG!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah the Forensic Hereos III on tv didn't show the last two episodes. And by Jove they just had to show the climax at the end. I'm DYING to find out what happened next. Ugh! *pissed pissed pissed in a toilet. :D* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so coooooooooooooooool watching them solving cases eventhough occasionally I turn my head at some scene where involves blood. *shudders* But I dunno it's kinda like a dream working as part of the forensics crew. I always wanted to help solving mysteries and catching criminals. I wanted a job which involves helping people. Heck all jobs do that.. I guess :/ (except a politician! *drum sound* xD) I mean it's like a great medium to change this phobia of mine and a great way to help injustice. I know I'm not always going to find those criminals though. (where got so sai leh wan? :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for now I'll just enjoy watching mysteries unveiling themselves by quick-witted geniuses. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7687781212640941253?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7687781212640941253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/tell-me-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7687781212640941253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7687781212640941253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell Me Why'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-7194613590585613543</id><published>2011-12-01T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:48:30.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys.. remember all the good times being an interactor.. where we serve and help others and the teamwork to benefit others and not ourselves. And the good times we shared. Don't let one incident spoil and rot all the happy memories. Let's try to understand each other. I know the teamwork can't be seen right now but let us prove we learnt our mistakes. Please don't fight and create drifts. If it's anyone to blame, blame it on us who didn't cooperate. We apologized sincerely and wholeheartedly so let's create a new beginning. Fighting over badges isn't going to help. How are we going to work hard to earn that Rm2750 which is more important. When you've calm down, you'll regret the words you've said. I'm not in any high or important position but I am part of this. Believe me, it happened a lot of times. So please let's wait and calm down then discuss it all on Friday like a team. Not everyone is present here so I'm not asking much. I'm saying this not for me, you but for everyone. Nobody is only innocent. Nobody is only guilty. We misunderstood each other so let's try to make amends on Friday. It's all I ask. You can scold me all you like but don't make our juniors misunderstand. We should show them that only togetherness, hard work, love and understanding can create something for everyone. We're all sisters. Not by blood or closeness but in this field we are together. I know it sounds cheesy but I just don't want to see us fighting and breaking the club into half. Those who did their job, tell us to do our part. Those who didn't, change their ways and make things right. If you don't take a step to try to understand each others situation, no one will. So give us the chance for change. Cause we really want to. I really want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of story. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-7194613590585613543?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/7194613590585613543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7194613590585613543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/7194613590585613543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4676501769106671740</id><published>2011-12-01T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:47:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking Feeling</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used my coupon of buy 1 free 1 6 inches long sandwich at Subway! Hahaha *ze cheapskate* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate one for lunch and save the other for snack.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad bought like few packets of SMOKED salmon back from Norway and today we had sushi with it. Like mom cooked the rice, bought the seaweed and crabstick then chopped the carrots and cucumbers (D:!!!!!!!!!) then add with smoked salmon. Delish! *sharpens fangs :B* but then I forgotton about my other Subway sandwich. SO I put in like one slice of salmon innit and kept in the da fridge cause I was so bloated I could fly like a helium balloon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've forgotten about it. :O Better go eat it now! RAWR! :D See ya ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4676501769106671740?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4676501769106671740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinking-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4676501769106671740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4676501769106671740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinking-feeling.html' title='Sinking Feeling'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6258881759988214566</id><published>2011-12-01T00:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:01:45.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Talk</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Ana said she got back her results. So I went online and checked mine. I am super duper happy! For now. .-. (upside down face) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an A for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Add Maths, English&lt;/span&gt; (er.. not really happy about it but I crapped a lot so it's fine!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an A- for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sejarah, Moral, Physics, Chem and Bio&lt;/span&gt; (Huttaaaa! :D Banzai!! Chemistry I finally caught up to you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an A+ for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Modern Maths&lt;/span&gt; only. (D:) and Sivik but that's not counted. Thanks a lot to Aishah B for sharing her textbook. My weird buddy! *chest bump* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Bm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;Wow... I got a G for PJK! Hoho well.. I didn't bring the textbook, finished it in 2 minutes and never look at it again. Why? because I spend the rest of the exam reading my Sejarah which was after recess and frankly, it saved my ass because I got a borderline A. So yeah important lesson? a) Screw PJK. It's not going to help you in any way unless you want to open a fitness centre. b) Bring the textbook next time. c) Results is not based whether you're smart or not it's whether you put effort in your work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret nothing!! *flips through photobucket to find the gif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TADAA!&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;a href="http://s1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lpy6cyzbdt1qidzp0.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n510/snowyangel28/tumblr_lpy6cyzbdt1qidzp0.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I have increased my A's and lessen my A-'s and I got 8/9. :D I guess I was slightly more hardworking (but not yet hardworking) than the mid term and almost all my results increase! :DD On Bm and Sejarah decreased by 1 mark. (damn you one mark! DAMNN YOUUU!!! *nerd talk*) Well generally I didn't do so well in this exam. I want to aim higher! But I'm lazy.. HOW?!? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I got 9th placing in class. Aww dropped by one.. I wonder who?? :P There's Seah, Tim Shaun, Caroline, Ana and Chantal that are confirmed better than me. Then maybe there's Nicole, Jasmine, Sanjivan, Suraya or Kai Wen.. Yunno. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unleash the dragon! (opps.. still sleeping. *shrugs indifferently*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6258881759988214566?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6258881759988214566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/unleash-sleeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6258881759988214566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6258881759988214566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/12/unleash-sleeps.html' title='Nerd Talk'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-4239622534492403036</id><published>2011-11-30T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:51:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Fire to The Rain</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This woman is so inspirational. Her voice captivating and her presence is just maddening. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is Adele. She's such an amazing singer, from the video I seriously thought it's not live. It's sounds damn perfect. It's like so effortless, she doesn't have to make those epic faces to reach the high pitch. Powerhouse all the way!! Adele FTW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get why society is so against big size people. To me, she looks fine. She's not obese okay why are people being so mean? ._. I really think she's really pretty eventhough she looks older than she is. But in a good way. :D I like her hair. It suits her. :)&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;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ri7-vnrJD3k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;At first I didn't really get what's so special about her until I saw her live videos.. Really, whole lot of talent! I'm a fan now! Hahaha :D (sorry for the slowness!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it were someone else and they sing this good, I'll be like "Nope! That's definitely lip syncing" :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-4239622534492403036?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/4239622534492403036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/set-fire-to-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4239622534492403036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/4239622534492403036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/set-fire-to-rain.html' title='Set Fire to The Rain'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ri7-vnrJD3k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-1925748899103930570</id><published>2011-11-29T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:35:30.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;107. Sugababes - Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?ver=9051" style="" id="ply" name="ply" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" wmode="opaque" flashvars="file=http://dc313.4shared.com/img/870026573/ead0023b/dlink__2Fdownload_2Fi-Of1SJa_3Ftsid_3D00000000-000000-00000000/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=50&amp;amp;" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://mp3skull.com/"&gt;mp3skull.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://mp3skull.com/embedcl.php"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think one of human's greatest gifts is their ability to express their feelings and let go and that can change a person. Really through love or anger, it really reaches you. I mean I really let someone down the other day and I felt like guilt was strangling my neck and I really hate disappointing others. It felt ultra horrible.. I mean I didn't realize how I could be so stupid and selfish.. I didn't take notice about that person's feelings. Then all you want to do is turn back time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean when it hit me, at first I didn't see it coming at all. Like really unexpected which proves how blind and daft I was. I not only disappointed that someone, I disappointed myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say that sometimes you hurt people or people hurt you unintentionally. So it's really proper sometimes to let them know. Depending on the person, I mean for me, of course I wouldn't want to get scolded but then when you really think about it, it was the right thing to do. Getting scolded. I didn't even think about she taking all the tasks alone. Standing the pressure alone.. It must have felt horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, when I get hurt I'll think like "nah.. they probably didn't know or realize" and then you just feel a bit relieved but then sooner or later, you get hurt again. You realize you're suppose to change your reaction to it like to accept and you try to convince yourself about them but the pain never really leaves. You want to voice out but then you're scared how the friendship changes and you might loose them. Yet, if you ignore and don't do anything, they won't know what they did wrong and won't change. So, life is about taking risks.. You just never know what is the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean I understand.. I admire that person for expressing herself so bravely, something I wish I could do. I need to cling on my handphone, listen properly to what others say, pay attention. I really want to redeem and prove myself, given my reputation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes one bad act to banish a hundred good deeds and a hundred good deeds to banish one bad act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-1925748899103930570?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/1925748899103930570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1925748899103930570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/1925748899103930570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-5013294680803589759</id><published>2011-11-28T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:26:42.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetie Pie!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&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: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPN2QlGQPzw/TtOoFKW-iHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Mmh_KBMxP1o/s400/319514_2151067651351_1086174779_1878707_948611065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680068361677867122" /&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;I just remembered this incident that happened when I ate satay celup at Malacca just yesterday night. My dad carried Alyssa (niece :DDD) into a snack shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aly: *points* I want that one! *chicken biscuit*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: *takes out wallet to pay at the cashier*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aly: *saw my dad's IC picture* "Is that you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Yes *nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alys: You're very handsome. *innocent smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: *charmed face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. OMG!! Soo cuteee. I wonder who taught her the word ah? :P She's soo sweet. When you look at her, she instantly smiles at you. aww..... :))))&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;She's like only 2 years old you know! So adorable~! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-5013294680803589759?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/5013294680803589759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweetie-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5013294680803589759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/5013294680803589759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweetie-pie.html' title='Sweetie Pie!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPN2QlGQPzw/TtOoFKW-iHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Mmh_KBMxP1o/s72-c/319514_2151067651351_1086174779_1878707_948611065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-6548212608069204769</id><published>2011-11-28T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:31:00.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfghjkl ;D</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://v.m.j.q.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://v.m.j.q.aimini.net/play/?fid=QjMVWUn92MAv12NvExXU&amp;amp;acpl=hpRBBxMRnFzM6sjHH2z5aScAiMqtWpj50e1TC4TOANKnXq8XCY0Rt3t8o5pgQ8l1&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://v.m.j.q.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://v.m.j.q.aimini.net/play/?fid=QjMVWUn92MAv12NvExXU&amp;amp;acpl=hpRBBxMRnFzM6sjHH2z5aScAiMqtWpj50e1TC4TOANKnXq8XCY0Rt3t8o5pgQ8l1&amp;amp;auto=no&amp;amp;repeat=no" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in Subang. Had satay celup. Ngom nom nom nom thank you for the food God! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a nice nap inside the car. :D I'm really eggcited over the trip. It's next Saturday! I can't believe it! :DD *spazzing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMIZING! (smiling with eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the car I had like tons of buah berangan. It's so addictive (finally followed the footsteps of the rents) It's like I ate so much then when I want to stop, unconsciously my hands will trace into the plastic bag to grab another.. witchcraft! O_O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lots of meatballs and sausages with cheese in them.. (carnivorous Rawr!) :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-6548212608069204769?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/6548212608069204769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/asdfghjkl-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6548212608069204769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/6548212608069204769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/asdfghjkl-d.html' title='asdfghjkl ;D'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8453425934618590352</id><published>2011-11-28T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:25:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Pain</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those people who think their religion is above everybody else's and because they're different race, they think they're the most superior one. Please, God create us the same. We breathe the same, we eat the same, our hearts are the same. Only looks are different. Do you not appreciate the different colors of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we not human beings too? Do we not deserve the same kind of rights? Is religion that important that you discarded us as people? Is that what religion teaches you? No, it doesn't. God teaches us to love one and another, to treat everyone like brothers and sisters not treating the people who the same religion as brothers only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people claiming that they love God and they're so fanatic about their religion and get super sensitive about other people from different religions. They can insult you but you can't insult them back. They demand respect but they give none in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you smoke, take drugs, fight, swear, make racist remarks yet you have the audacity to talk about religion to me. You claim to love your religion so much yet committing all these sins. Have you no shame or guilt preaching what you don't do? You don't have any freaking right to tell me how to love God! I hate those kind of people who does outrageously bad things yet they think themselves as good people. Go jellybean yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being a blind hypocrite. Open your eyes. Stop preaching how great your God is when you're blatantly hurting His feelings doing all sorts of things. Don't make it seem that it's okay to do it . Don't ruin the good name of your religion. Think of your actions before you could look like an idiot!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People went to war just for religion. Is it okay? Killing another life? You say it's for the love of your religion but seriously it's more for your pride. What kind of nonsense says fighting and shedding blood are for the greater good? It's not a story or a fantasy where one side is completely evil and the other is pure white. This is the real world. Other people have lives, children and family to attend to. They're not some heartless soulless creatures. Please, think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get how this world works. People kill another to protect another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8453425934618590352?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8453425934618590352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/royal-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8453425934618590352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8453425934618590352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/royal-pain.html' title='Royal Pain'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8639404410243219914</id><published>2011-11-27T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:31:57.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Input Data</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the night in Batu Pahat. Awesome! :D Food journey awaits! I started off with wan ching ko (spelling not guaranteed) It's like this chewy, delicious, heavenly super soft yet thick and slighty chewy pancake with melted butter and sprinkled with peanuts.. Oh God!! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like one of the very few foods that I eat with peanuts. I am not a fan of peanut and I HATE peanut butter (crouches from all the hate from Americans :P) But it just tastes awesome.. *whale noises*  :C In Malay, they call it 'apang balik' (again no guarantees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom bought like 1 kg of Buah berangan. My parents are absolute fanatics over that. I mean it's great but also expensive.. Like one Kati (600 grams) back at KL cost like Rm15? That is mad! just for nuts. Well, almost like nuts.. No, I'm not sure.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had like the world's cheapest char kuey teow (fried kuey teow connoisseur :P) for Rm2! *de cheapskate* Haha but then it's different from my favorite friend kuey teow. Shall have that for tmr. HEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Malacca tmr.. Hopefully after dinner we could stay for some karaoke.. Super cheap there like maybe Rm6-8 per person including the tidbits and snacks. I heard like Redbox here cost like Rm20+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (enjoy!) per person. Wow.. just to sing.. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes I've never been karaoke-ing before.. I'm not your average teenager *sobs* I feel so sad.. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr.. I shall feast on fried kuey teow, cendol, popiah and tandoori! :DDDD Oh yeah! It's gonna be a blast! :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams.. (no.. have bitter nightmares. they're more fun! Heh heh heh.. :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8639404410243219914?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8639404410243219914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/input-data.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8639404410243219914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8639404410243219914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/input-data.html' title='Input Data'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-8124109987549313793</id><published>2011-11-27T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:10:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon!! :DD</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I posted about a pokeball rose like yesterday! Today, I actually downloaded the game! Hahahaha OMG! Supah happy! Hot chunky funky monkeys~~! *doesn't make sense I know* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Pokemon: Black vs White! Heehee~~ and the best part is it's FREE and only like 65mb. like seriously MB! One heck load of awesomeness in a small little package.. Ba bing! (sorry I'm just really really hyper right now! HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know? (OH YES YOU DO! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kl_JkwJ0cag&amp;amp;list=HL1322275430&amp;amp;feature=mh_lolz"&gt;Click here~! :DDD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever posted that, I want to hug that fella so bad!! Thank you for returning my childhood! T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really easy to follow the steps! And when you're done and you can't click 'enter' right, go to the button/control config.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you want to choose a new game (you'll understand what I mean) click 'X'. in the world of Pokemon, X is like the select button and Z is the backspace button. Yeah I was flabbergasted myself thinking what I should do when I couldn't press the 'New game' button (ze noob) then I like trolled on the keyboard pressing every possible button. (desperado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day training my Pokemon and my first one (which is a grass type) not is lvl 16. Hahaha :) But then all the Pokemon are different types.. never seen them before and NO there's no Pikachu in there. Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON FTW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-8124109987549313793?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/8124109987549313793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/pokemon-dd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8124109987549313793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/8124109987549313793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/pokemon-dd.html' title='Pokemon!! :DD'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-3763672936526792001</id><published>2011-11-26T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:49:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Alchemy</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now currently a wee bit addicted to this game called 'Little Alchemy'. It's really awesome. Basically it's like four basic elements like fire, water, earth and air. Then you combine two of the elements to make up a new one and it just branches out from there and in the end you get a universe. Cool~ Some of these things I would never thought about. and some they poke fun at it. Like grave + life = zombie. Then zombie + electricity = Frankenstein! Haha :D&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;a href="http://alchemy.l8r.pl/"&gt;Click here to play!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's like 210 discoveries to be found. And it's pretty impossible to think all of them yourself. So when I reached like 30-40, I gave in and looked for the cheats :D And I'm like drawn in by the icons :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few hints: Fire + bird = Phoenix, Bird + Human = Angel, Bird + Metal = Aeroplane (hahaha doesn't really make sense BUT! :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-3763672936526792001?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/3763672936526792001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-alchemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/3763672936526792001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/3763672936526792001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-alchemy.html' title='Little Alchemy'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403179380378759874.post-9094802917191545706</id><published>2011-11-26T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T02:08:39.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Catch Them All!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want that to happen to me too~ :DD It's so sweet. :)&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: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9dPxZ-hvoU/Ts_ZVURysnI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OJNW8mWatew/s400/tumblr_luiojqjdlt1qbwnsyo2_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678996615381299826" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NNNRRRwVXEM/Ts_ZVr6atsI/AAAAAAAAA_A/oXnaZA2WnxY/s400/tumblr_luiojqjdlt1qbwnsyo3_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678996621725710018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NIAZ768Ml0/Ts_ZV8NZkDI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rBtv_IWqpFA/s400/tumblr_luiojqjdlt1qbwnsyo4_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678996626100293682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;I miss Pokemon.. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403179380378759874-9094802917191545706?l=secretdiaries128.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/feeds/9094802917191545706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/gotta-catch-them-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9094802917191545706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403179380378759874/posts/default/9094802917191545706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secretdiaries128.blogspot.com/2011/11/gotta-catch-them-all.html' title='Gotta Catch Them All!'/><author><name>Chia Hwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13929788357477775034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcktphDYLwI/TvNhuyOGcqI/AAAAAAAABAg/3N1qnN613K0/s220/IMG_0502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9dPxZ-hvoU/Ts_ZVURysnI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OJNW8mWatew/s72-c/tumblr_luiojqjdlt1qbwnsyo2_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
