<?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-9140571451598956623</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:06:50.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and times of a teenage wild child</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-3046362708487263095</id><published>2008-03-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:59:33.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heeeee.</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. ive had the best damn week ever! like SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;at first it started bad. cos like monday and tuesday werent so good.&lt;br /&gt;they werent bad lah. but they just werent that great&lt;br /&gt;but then on thursday! hrmmm..&lt;br /&gt;there was this beatle that crawled on my leg which was pretty traumatizing&lt;br /&gt;cos i just so hate beatles. they really freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;den i thought sure that days gonna be horrible cos it went off to a bad start&lt;br /&gt;but then! hrmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Tan mee lan was reading out the positions rite&lt;br /&gt;and i was like sure she wont say my name yet. so i was like not paying attenting.&lt;br /&gt;den she was just going on and on&lt;br /&gt;den i heard her say "so i guess number 3 will be Diana"&lt;br /&gt;and i like totally stopped in my tracks. and looked at barb and was like.&lt;br /&gt;omfg did she just say my namee??  and barb was just as shcoked as me and was like damn right she said ur name. den she said barb got number 5. so we had a little scream. i was so excited bah! i mean that has never ever happened to me before. i mean ive never even got top 10 bah!! and suddenly number three.. like wow. den on friday we got our interact shirts. which totally look awesome btw. den tan mee lan said there was a change in the positions. and lucky enough.&lt;br /&gt;ur looking at ur second best in 4e2 rite here!! hahahah. and u noe. im pretty smart if i do say so myself. and i dont care if u think im bragging or watever. but i think thats a pretty good achievement and im pretty damn proud of myself. and i like told my parents. and they were totally estatic bout it!&lt;br /&gt;i was totally surprised too. they were so happy and so proud of me and shit.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think theyd be so happy bout it. they gave me a card and everything. like i was touched.&lt;br /&gt;then i talked to steven.. and he said he was proud of mee.. awhhhh... that meant alot to know he was.. and yeah. he made my day obviously&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. pretty much had a great week. hopefully itll just get better =D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;well thats it for now. ill blog when i have better news *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-3046362708487263095?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3046362708487263095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=3046362708487263095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/3046362708487263095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/3046362708487263095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2008/03/heeeee.html' title='heeeee.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-1898824075297472764</id><published>2008-03-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:15:50.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking down memory lane.</title><content type='html'>hey fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;its 1.22 a.m. and once again, another sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean seriously, wtf is going on here? i think i have insomnia or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i havent been sleeping at night for agesss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its like theres too much things going on in my head that i cant fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isnt it ironic how the time i decide to actually think is at the time im trying to sleep. haha. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not quite sure why. but ive suddenly had these random flashbacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from years and years ago. well mayb not years and years ago. pretty much since when i was 13 since i barely remmeber anything before that. its like life started aT 13. Hahahah. i mean. its weird. how time just passes you by like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like one second uve just started high school and with one blink of an eye your 16 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and learning addmaths and chem. like wtf? lol. i remember being 13 like it was yesterday. not a very good year for me. ya noe. the whole "finding myself" thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really didnt know where i belonged. and god knows all the phases i went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through. but when i turned 14 things got a lot more clear. 2006 brought alot of good things actually. me barb and sarah. we had sooooo much good times. and BARB i know ur reading this. since u just loveeee reading my blog. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember when i brought my radio to school. and sarah brought her phone and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we like requested " kiss me" by six pence non the richer. cos it was like stuck in our heads for like ages! hahahah. and we were singing along at the back and cikgu rahmawati thought we were crazy. actually everyone thought we were crazy. hahaha. good times. and i remember when we were the "BDS" all girl band. ahhahah. and our hit single was "i cant live" and we'd sing it like everyday. omg! ahahahha. we were so gay. but i loved it. we were crazy and did alot of stupid things but ya noe thanks to that i am who i am today. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in 2006 i met steven :) awwwhh.. i had the biggest crush on him. almost stalker like. well some ppl call it stalking i call it love. hahahah. and he totally didnt even know of my existance! which was totally devastating. being the naive adolescent that i was back then, i wanted to die. haha. and then came that faithful day when everything changed. free2be. he finally realised i was aliveee.. and the rest as they say is history. and now. two years later and i still love him. if someone would have told me that everything that happened happened two years ago i would have never believe it. hahaha. now, thinking bout everything that i did, i was so gay! ahhahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive just been looking through old photos. and i was so like ew! my hair was terrible. my clothes were terrible! everything was terrible. well not everything. but pretty much most of the time. hahaha. i thank god ive changed! its hard to believe that that person use to be me. im definetly not the same person i was back then. hahaha. thank god. i guess u do get better with age. i dont know bout getting wiser but ive definetly gotten wider. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon, everyones gonna go down their own road. and nothing will ever be the same ever again. as much as we try to avoid it we all know its gonna happen sooner or later. change is just part of life i guess. our best friends now might not be tomorrow. thats wats weird bout it. i mean i have loads of friends i use to hang out with all the time but now i never see em. and i do miss them sometimes. but hey, ppl change. we just dont have anything in common i guess. but im happy to say that theyre are a few friends that have stuck with me from the start. and i am grateful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventhough we're all gonna go our own way, but hopefully, somewhere down the road, our lives meet up again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the memories guys. xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some old pics! hahaha. i just want to take this chance to say how much i appriciatte the people whove come in and out of my life. good and bad. without em i wouldnt be the person i am today. so thanks peeps :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R-Km9V49U7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NxKeFA18Thw/s1600-h/RainbowSSrainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179886094207767474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R-Km9V49U7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/NxKeFA18Thw/s320/RainbowSSrainbow.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R-KmS149U5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/aSODJ9TOPUs/s1600-h/IMGP8704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179885364063327122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R-KmS149U5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/aSODJ9TOPUs/s320/IMGP8704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" The hardest part about you and me is that i know someday i'm gonna break away from you" -Randy Coleman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1898824075297472764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='walking down memory lane.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R-KhkV49UqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-y-M1_b1i8c/s72-c/lynn+me+and+rachy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-2229813342962031799</id><published>2008-03-05T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:40:10.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays baby</title><content type='html'>hey again peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was finally the last day of tests&lt;br /&gt;always means holidays start now&lt;br /&gt;im trying to figure out wat i shall do with myself this holiday&lt;br /&gt;prob sit on my ass and get fat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is his birthday&lt;br /&gt;i havent said happy birthday yet...&lt;br /&gt;ill do it laterrr... lets just say  we arent exactly on good terms again&lt;br /&gt;but its all good. im over it&lt;br /&gt;and yeah we're just gonna stay friends. yeay. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if ur reading this which u probarly arent.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday baby :) 2 years later and its not over yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dats it... im like bored as hell. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. BEATRICE has a boyfriend!!!! hahah :p&lt;br /&gt;as ta la vista bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-2229813342962031799?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2229813342962031799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=2229813342962031799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/2229813342962031799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/2229813342962031799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2008/03/holidays-baby_05.html' title='holidays baby'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-784495244120958616</id><published>2008-03-05T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:36:02.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-784495244120958616?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/784495244120958616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=784495244120958616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/784495244120958616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/784495244120958616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2008/03/holidays-baby.html' title='holidays baby'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-1004232583339740315</id><published>2008-03-03T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:53:52.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggingg...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey bastards and bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know its been ages and ages since ive blogged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ive suddenly had this miracle feeling to blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could it be im avoiding studying for sejarah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ofcourse not. i would never ever do dat o:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOADS and LOADS has happened since my last post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just havent had the time or energy to blog really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont get me wrong. that doesnt mean i have a life already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause im still lifelesss.. just with school and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i have time to spare id rather watch tv or catch up on beauty sleep that i so lake of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;welll lets get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26th December 2007 - simone had a christmas / new years bash. got shit drunk with david, jerome, brandon and azif. did a few things i quite regret which will stay between us party goers. lol. but had a blast anyway! eventho it was cheap ass shit we were drinking. but booze is booze. same affect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173472531182842690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R8vd21xk80I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CsJQvOXQJV4/s320/DSC00317.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173473823967998802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R8vfCFxk81I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rbHwyySkW8U/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28th December 2007- got PMR results back. Got 5 As 3 Bs. not bad. kindda wat i expected but im happy with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31st December 2007- went to new years rave. got sexually harrassed. it wasnt as dramatic as it sounds. got shit wasted. bad hangover the next day. but still the best way to start a new year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174900809883576274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R9Dw3mj959I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LHnyiJP7KT0/s320/DSC00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174901355344422882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R9DxXWj95-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Uuq17Ew-UZo/s320/100_1650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd January 2008 - first day of school. Form 4 sucks btw. loads of pressure. but watever. school is school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13th January 2008 - finally became an aunty. welcomed my niece Aleena. shes gorgeous btw.. look totally like me if i do say so myself :p love her to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174903588727416818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R9DzZWj95_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ees8xLRHcnM/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174904645289371650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R9D0W2j96AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fax1JIcslAs/s320/baby.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and blah blah blah. nothing else worth blogging about after day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well last week was sports day. im like fucking burnt to the crisp! im so god damn tanned. as if i wwasnt dark enough. i might as well join some african tribe. lol. it was a horrible sports day tho. and its all HIS fault. yes we all know who HE is. my on and off again sorta kindda not really boyfriend of two years. his name is classified but im sure we all noe who im talking bout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a long story. but he ticked me off obviously. and he totally ignored me dat s.o.b. hahahaha. like he always does anyway. i dont know why i was so surprised. his done dat time and time again. but knowing me. i have anger management problems and i admit it. well he totally went over the line this time! like i mean i was suffferinggggggg. all kinds of shit was going through my head. he never really loved me at all. he was totally making a big huge ass outta me. ive been playing his stupid game all this time. its some kindda way of getting back at me. he was playing me for a fool and yada yada yada. i couldnt sleep , i couldnt eat, i couldnt do anythingg. that, i think was the first time ive felt that way really.. or maybe second.. not sure. but anyway, i think the reason it hurt so much was since we werent really "together" in that sense. it was going really good ya noe. like how it was beforeee.. i was really really falling for him all over again and i didnt even realise it. i was just in totally denial. i kept telling myself that it was all just for fun and no strings attached. WRONG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, once again he totally IGNORED me. like i mean totally! and he totally gave me the stink eye like loads of times! and its not like he was really far away from me either. he was sitting a few steps away and acting like i dont fucking exist. that was the worst kindda heartache ive ever felt. watching him sitting there not giving a damn shit about my existance looking all hot and adorable. "gag" i mean.. damn he is fine! and i was being all emo listening to my ipod real loud. listening to angry at the world songs. and being all quiet. which everyone knows is so not me. like duh! and i was totally being all stalker-ish. like looking at his every single move. like stalker much! i couldnt decide which was worst seeing him or not seeing him. i really hate wat ive become thanks to him. hes made me some kindda emo bitch who is like fucking paranoid and self concious and i so hate it! i really thought he was playing me for some kind of fool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ofcourse the very end of the second day he decides to talk to me. acting all innocent and shit. like wtf? i was totally pisseddd.. but the truth is. deep down all i wanted was for him to just LOOK at me. like even just look at me. cos i guess i knew if he didnt it would be so over and i didnt want to lose him eventho he is an ass hole. lol :S but he did beg... so dat was nice of him. but still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hurt is still there... i mean he'll never understand how much that hurt mee... and now i dont even knoww if i trust him. if i ever can. seems like all he can do is talk. like ppl say if u cant walk the walk then dont talk the talk. lol. but yet. with one simple sad look and that smile that i loveee so much. he was forgiven. yes i am weak. i really dont learn. i know hes just gonna do it again and ill probarly just forgive him again. itll never end.. he's my ******. ill always have a soft spot for him. no matter how hard i fight it and how hard i try to convince myself dat its all bull shit. i know its true.. deep down its always true. and yeah i sound like some sappy love striken idiot.. and i hate that! god. hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anyone i knew read this i would so have to like shoot myself. cos i sound so fucking gay. ahahhaahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just poured my heart and soul like never before to a fucking blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so sad. its called having a hhugeee ego. no one can noe bout this! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess now thats it.. hrmm.. feels better actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i better fucking study sejarah. or im gonna fucking fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a C would be good enough for me rite nowww.. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know when will be the next time i blog&lt;/div&gt;here as some pics of sports day btw. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but u know itll be worth the wait ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dyana &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-1004232583339740315?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1004232583339740315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=1004232583339740315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1004232583339740315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1004232583339740315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloggingg.html' title='Bloggingg...'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R8vd21xk80I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CsJQvOXQJV4/s72-c/DSC00317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-4251672467005363244</id><published>2007-11-23T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:09:14.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey again..&lt;br /&gt;i know what ur thinking. two blogs in a day.&lt;br /&gt;its a first for sure..&lt;br /&gt;but im just super bored.. feeling all emo and shits..&lt;br /&gt;so since no ones online and i have no credit i decided&lt;br /&gt;to pour my soul out to u blog, yes u. i know. ur honoured. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever thought rite..&lt;br /&gt;if u could go back in time.. and tell urself everything u know now&lt;br /&gt;like.. wat would u say?&lt;br /&gt;or wat would u say to ur future self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case.. id tell my pass self.. to stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;and stop being so paranoid and dont always care so much&lt;br /&gt;bout wat other ppl think.. cos at the end of the day it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;wat they think..&lt;br /&gt;id also tell myself to stop being such a bitch.. lol&lt;br /&gt;be friends with everyone..&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention pluck those eyebrows and get new clothes.!&lt;br /&gt;but its over neway.. and i guess u live and u learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for my future self..&lt;br /&gt;i guess id just say.. dont waste ur life away sitting on ur ass&lt;br /&gt;u gotta get rich. ahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat im gonna be like in 10 years&lt;br /&gt;i hope im hot. like real hot. ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i dont age badly.. i beter be skinny to. i so dont&lt;br /&gt;wanna be no obese fat chick. i hope im smart.. with a nice boyfee&lt;br /&gt;and a pet dog named skittles..&lt;br /&gt;well i can dream cant i? who noes? mayb itll come true some day :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn im emo.. but wat u gona do rite? life makes ppl emo&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahahha.. once again. i cant wait to go to kl. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-4251672467005363244?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4251672467005363244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=4251672467005363244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/4251672467005363244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/4251672467005363244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-1599106989278452171</id><published>2007-11-23T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:46:32.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog.</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;i know its been ages since ive blogged&lt;br /&gt;and its not cos im busy or some shyt like that&lt;br /&gt;its pretty much just because ive been in a anti-sosial&lt;br /&gt;mood for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;just incase ur wondering. NO nothing interesting has happened&lt;br /&gt;do u wanna noe wat i do all day? its simple&lt;br /&gt;i wake up, watch movies all day and eat my big fat ass of then sleep&lt;br /&gt;and thats pretty much it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;yes boring i know. im at the edge of sanity rite now&lt;br /&gt;one more push and crazy land here i come.&lt;br /&gt;but its all good. ill be in kl in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go. just leave all my problems here&lt;br /&gt;in this fucking place. cant wait..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make it my goal to have the best damn time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking alot lately,&lt;br /&gt;blogs are lies actually. everyone who blogs well not everyone&lt;br /&gt;but most ppl. they go out and do exciting shit just for the sake of blogging&lt;br /&gt;like theyll go on9 and say yeay i had the best time&lt;br /&gt;but actually it was shit boring.. and i must say. im guilty of that too. so ppl&lt;br /&gt;dont always believe everything u hear.&lt;br /&gt;blogs is a place where u sort of let go of everything that ur thinking,&lt;br /&gt;and hoping no ones gonna read it cos they gonna think u got some issues. lol&lt;br /&gt;kind of wat im doing now. and yes ppl. i have issues.&lt;br /&gt;boredome has taken its toll on my physce.&lt;br /&gt;ive found out something recently. and after that i just felt so angry&lt;br /&gt;and bitter. but after a nite of being tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;i realised im wasting my time being all bitter bout it&lt;br /&gt;cos he is not my problem nemore. yeay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days.. im outta here. good bye stinking miri.&lt;br /&gt;and i sure as hell wont be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;if anything ill be upset cos i hafta come back.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. ill cross that bridge when i come to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently addicted to goo goo dolls - before its too late&lt;br /&gt;i noe its an old song and all but i just heard it&lt;br /&gt;and i lovessssss it.;&lt;br /&gt;its all touching and shit.&lt;br /&gt;my new fav song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for all the mother fuckers out there,  have a good day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might blog again in a few days or when im already in kl.&lt;br /&gt;we'll seee. well asta lavista baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my hear is pink now. muahaha. bye. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R0aPGbKeK3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7tkXHSfzqjE/s1600-h/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135949765596294002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R0aPGbKeK3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7tkXHSfzqjE/s320/edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And the risk that could break you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is the one that could save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A life you dont live is still lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so stand on the edge with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold back your fear and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing is real till its gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- goo goo dolls.&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/9140571451598956623-1599106989278452171?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1599106989278452171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=1599106989278452171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1599106989278452171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1599106989278452171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/R0aPGbKeK3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7tkXHSfzqjE/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-1683250069551488148</id><published>2007-10-31T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:43:11.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kl baby. city of dreams.</title><content type='html'>i reached in kl at exactly 11.32 pm on tuesday nite.. it was the last flight and we arrived half an hour early.. i realised i like the night flights.. barely anyone there and its easier to sleep.. then we got to the condo at say around 1 am i think.. and damie wasnt home! damie aka my brother incase u didnt noe. hahahaha.. so me and ju waited for him.. he got bck at around 2.30 i think.. den we sort of had a few shots of vodka and jd.. so we were kindda high den we wanted to play cluedo and taboo but it was just so damn complicated and we just didnt wanna think.. lol.. and we were laughing and eveerything.. it was fun.... i loveeeeeee my brother.. me ju and him are like the most compatible ones outta all of us definetly.. lol.. we didnt sleep till like 5 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning.. we woke up at like 10,.. so technicaly only 5 hours of sleep.. my mum and dad went to go and see a ceremony.. so like 2 hours later after we just wanted to get ready to go to the curve and then guess who calls? my dad asking dame to show him the way to the damn house.. so its okay then.. i thought mayb after that wed just chow and go to the curve.. but ofcourse not.. we had to use the same car.. and we got kindda lost at damn cheras and then it took us like 1 hour + to find the damn house.. den we hafta wait at the house for them to go to the ceremony and it was like half an hour ++. and that house was so... ehh... "malay" and my aunt is such a pack rat. i mean she keeps everything! i so didnt enjoy that..i was so pissed of.. one precious day of shopping down the damn drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.. tomorrows a new day.. and my parents are going kedah so its just me ju and dame.  we're gonna go to genting with sarah but my parents cant noe. muahahahah.. cant waitt.. oh well.. i have so many cool pics but cant upload em on my bro's pc..., when i get bck ill put in em .. so be patients homies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diana was here. xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-1683250069551488148?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1683250069551488148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-4309914655485934022</id><published>2007-10-29T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:25:05.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day till blast off.</title><content type='html'>omg omg omg omg!! im going kl tomorrow nite!! ahhhhhhhh! its such a weird feeling.. im like soo excited but like so damn nervous.. eeeee :s. lol.. okay watever lah.. as if ive never gone kl be4.. but i dunt know watta pack bah.. im scared i bring too much or bring too little.. thats wat i hate bout packing.. u never noe wat ur gonna need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe.. i just realised.. i only have one week of school left.. and its so depressing! i dunt want school to be over.. wat about my friends? everyone seems to be going theyre seperate ways.. no more david!!! :'( no more jo, no more adam, no more ho! omggggggg.. im gonna miss em bahhh :( and all my classmates.. eddison? christopher? nick? wat if we arent in the same school nemore?? i love my classmates nowww.. the thought of having to go through it all again makes me sick.. i wish i was finished with school cos i clearly dont belong there.. and im gonna miss my friends.. im gonna miss daniel!! and barb.. and natasha and syu and fifi and sheila and muna and joyce and lynn  too! .. god its so fucking sad :( i really dont think i can go through another year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good thing bout school finishing is dat ill be going to kl soon.. but the bad thing bout that is the sooner i go to kl, the sooner i come back and the sooner pmr results are out. fuck. oh well.. gotta get over with it sooner or later.. i just hope i have a great time at kl before i have to die. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish sometimes u could just stop time.. i guess its true wat they say when u dont really realise wat u have till its almost gone.. ive had a really good year.. lots of ups and downs.. but overall... it was great.. theyres so many great ppl in my lifeee.. the thought of having to find new ppl just sucks.. life goes on.. and some where down the road we'll all find each other again and itll be as if we never left :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as ta la vista miri for 5 days! ahhahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-4309914655485934022?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4309914655485934022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=4309914655485934022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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had the weirdest dreams! i dreamt that steven died. lol.. and i was all sad cos apparently i went off somewhere then i came back and they told me he died.. weird bah! and he was burried in a cemetary which was next to sri mawar.. so god damn dumb. lol.. then i woke up and i was like thank god that was just a dream.. i dont know how id deal if it was true.. hahaha.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miriam came home today.. with khalid.. i missed em! shes so pregnant now.. god im gonna have a niece in like 3 months!! :D lol. cant wait to be an aunt.. soo cooll.. im going to this wedding tomorrow.. dont know watta wear tho.. hrmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was sooo damn bored.. so i took pics of my self like the vain self that i am.. and i edited em.. hahaha.. and they turned out pretty sure.. no fancy2 stuff like.. just normal.. ahahhaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u noe these past few days.. im starting to realise ppl for who they really are.. im realising that ppl dont actually like me as much as i thougth they did.. apparently some pppl dont like my attitude.. its really hard to tell who are ur real friends in a sea of fakers and liers.. thats the worse thing about humans.. they lie and theyre two faced.. and i must admit.. im guilty of being that way too. but it really hurts sometimes to find out someone who u thought was ur friend just suddenly doesnt wanna be ur friend nemore cos of something u done which u dunt even noe wat it is.. but watever.. i only have one thing to say to these so called friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" HATERS CAN KISS MY BIG FAT MANGLISH ASSS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos u noe what? i dunt care what u think. im happy with who i am and i noe that they are ppl out there who do love me for who i am. the bad and good. and honestly. its ur lost mother fuckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here are the edited pics :D lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RyNpuCP1_SI/AAAAAAAAADs/T9aUn04c27E/s1600-h/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126057040475979042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RyNpuCP1_SI/AAAAAAAAADs/T9aUn04c27E/s320/edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RyNp9yP1_TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pvF-uqg_O_4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-2014757992003712123</id><published>2007-10-24T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T08:03:03.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul-sucking day.</title><content type='html'>Rerfering to the title.. today has been a not so good day to be honest.. well most days lately arent so great anyways.. it was shit boring again! but even worse than yesterday.. we just sat in class all day.. but it was raining which is a plus... when i woke up it was raining real heavy and i just didnt wanna wake up.. hehhh... well mdm liew aka fossil made us help her in the library to do the stock check or some crap like dat.. at first it wasnt so bad.. it was a lot better than sitting in class newayss... but after a while it just got so tiring! i mean i was doing dat at 8 till 12... 4 hours man! if i never hafta arrange books ever again itll be too soon.. lol... then after that we didnt do nothing again.. hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home i just fell asleep straight away.. but i dunt know why.. ppl just love to call or msg me when im sleeping... but when im bored nobody calls me at all... bad timing much.. i think its a sign i shudnt sleep.. hahaah.. i think my bro called me but im not sure if it was a dream.. but im pretty sure it  was real. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im bored.. my blogs are getting more boring every day... sorry bloggers! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diana was here.. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take my hand, we'll do the impossible&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/9140571451598956623-2014757992003712123?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-2029962965319390538</id><published>2007-10-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:06:20.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had that first aid crap.. wasnt that bad actually.. it was shit boring at first.. but then it got better.. we actually got to bandage each other.,. which was fun. lol. i was Dr. Diana ofcourse. and my nurses daniel and barb were crap :p LOL kidding guys.. it was fun... esp wrapping daniel up.. since he always manages to hurt himself. hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunt know why... but today i have a really short fuse.. my mum is like annoying the shit outta me today.. but i dunt realy think its her.. mayb its me? lol. wateverr... today is over... thank god.. i went to boulevard with my mum.. and ive never in my life wanted to go home from an outting... i just thought i looked like a big huge cow and i just wanted to go home so badly. lol.. im so never going out ever again.. till i get bck into shape.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that pretty much it for today.. hehhh... tomorrows gonna be boring again.. since we're just gonna sit on our asses and do nothing.. but this time ill go prepared and im bringing my harry potter ( and yes ive decided to read the books again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next weekk theyre actually planning to do these fucking ceramahs.. and imean the whole week the whole day!!! imagine listening to all those fucking ceramahs bout form 4?! damn.. but good thing i wont even hafta imagine.. cos i aint going :D thank god im going to kl on tuesday... i guess its jodoh that my cousin is getting married :p hahahhh.. id just die if i had to listen to that crap.. like seriousllyy... hehehehehhe.. k thats pretty much it for today.. see ya bloggers tomorrow. as ta la vista babeh.. xoxox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-2029962965319390538?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2029962965319390538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=2029962965319390538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/2029962965319390538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/2029962965319390538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuesday_23.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-8341553403544318620</id><published>2007-10-22T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:45:02.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days drag on and on</title><content type='html'>its monday.. the begining of boring days all over again.. today school was crap.. we didnt fcking do anything.. we just sat there all day.. only one teacher actually came in the class for god sakes.. and the one dat did actually tried to make us read form 4 sejarah. like please. i didnt read sejarah since form 1 till form 3 and i sure as hell aint gonna start now. atleast there wasnt assembly. if they make me cut my nails im gonna fucking kick their asses. my nails are all long and prettyyyyy :D lol. but it wasnt all bad lah.. we kindda had fun towards the end.. we were playing interview and syu was god damn funny but i wont get into details.. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night.. i finished my harry potter. god!! when i finished it.. i just felt so empty inside for some weird reason... but than i always feel that way when i finish reading any harry potter books. why must it end?! why?! its such a great story.. i want more!!! i wanna noe how his life is after.. and i noe u must think i sound like such a lame ass but that book is seriously good. i lovee it soo much.. im even gonna read it from book 1 till fin. lol its not like i have anything better to do! and now i realise something bout myself.. i love stories bout like magic and another world kindda thing.. i love the thought of something more out there somewhere.. i noe its stupid.. but a girl can dream. Dreams are really all i have now. lol. and i love the guy, the "chosen one" that sacrifices everything, u noe the selflesss one.. the brave and everything.. i love that.. i like to think that theyre really are ppl like that in the world and it isnt all just fiction. :) and once again i give props to J.K. Rowling. damn ur one damn smart woman. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. im kindda depressed.. i got this email from friendster.. u noe the notifications.. and it said this one person sent me a message.. and i thought it was anohter person.. ahahah.. its kindda hard to explain when theyre no names here.. confidentiallity issues. lol. well in the end it wasnt the person i thought it was.. i was all excited and everything.. the truth is this person and i havent spoken in a very long time.. and we use to be best friends.. and i honestly thought it would be forever.. but guess not.. and now we pass eash other as if we dont even noe each other.. and we've known each other for some time now and it seems like such a waste to throw it all away for some other person.. i wanna say im sorry and that i want things to go back as they were but i dont think its that easy nemore.. we've done that like millions of times.. mayb that persons priorities have just changed and im not in it.. if that person happened to just come up and say sorry now id accept it no questions asked.. but that is obviously not gonna happen.. if ur reading this. u noe who u are.. and mayb one day we'll be friends again but who noes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with that.. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. im trying to realease my anger in a postivie way.. yeah i have some issues. lol. oh well.. tomorrows a new day.. hopefull itll be better.. cos we're gonna learn first aid and they said its really fun.. i hope so.. i just wish everyone would just lay off me for one second! ahahahha.. watever.. okay i think ive poured enough of my soul in here for one day.. and ppl reading this.. i noe it might look like im a lil physco and emotional but im really quite stabil. dont judge! ahahahha.. till next time.. diana was here. xoxo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-8341553403544318620?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8341553403544318620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=8341553403544318620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8341553403544318620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8341553403544318620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-drag-on-and-on.html' title='Days drag on and on'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-3902779688897448431</id><published>2007-10-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:23:27.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday. harry potter madness.</title><content type='html'>it wednesday. 2231 hours. lol. and i pretty much did exactly wat i did yesterday. sit on my ass and stuff my face. hahaha. and the worst thing is im too damn lazy to do anything. and that "diet" i was suppose to go on today. it didnt happen. lol. its just tooo damn hard to diet when ur so fucking bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since ive been so bored lately. ive gotten back into harry potter again. hence the title of this blog. and yeah u might think its dorky and watever but its really cool. i gotta give props to J.K. Rowling. i mean how did she create all dat? outta nothing? it amazes me. shes such a creative person. would loveeee to meet her someday. i wish i had an imagination like that. and her books are just sooo amazing. i mean i honestly feel touched at her characters. i mean like how theyre so brave and kind and everything. damn i sound like a bad book critic. but seriously. shes amazing. ive been having harry potter movie marathons for the last two days. and yes ive watched all five already. and i hafta say the 3rd one was my favourite. i love daniel radclife. he is FINE. lol. i love harry potter. sometimes i wish that world was real. how cool would dat be.. damn.. im halfway reading the 7th book. dats how bored i am ppl. and i cant believe wats happened already! but i wont mention it here. wouldnt wanna spoil it for other ppl who havent read it yet :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122691178953371426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd0fG-K7yI/AAAAAAAAADM/X7ALHtz6qck/s320/hap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching scrub this now. and i love how they always have these "moral of the story" at the end. like greys. its so inspirational bah.. and it sounds so cool and all. like honourable. love dat part. those writers are really.. just amazing i really admire writers these days. i mean it takes a really intelligent person to write the things they writer. gotta give em props! ;) well im just gonna continue reading my harry potter and fall deeper and deeper into my thoughts. lol till next time. im gonna be updating my old post with new pictures. *just found em* diana was here. bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-3902779688897448431?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3902779688897448431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=3902779688897448431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/3902779688897448431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/3902779688897448431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-harry-potter-madness.html' title='thursday. harry potter madness.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd0fG-K7yI/AAAAAAAAADM/X7ALHtz6qck/s72-c/hap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-3590998866320868738</id><published>2007-10-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:35:10.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday.</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers. hahha.. bored once again... its 10.13 now. and nothings on again. and noones on9 too! just great.. i sooo think everyones at a party which i was not invited to. damn bastards. lol. hahahha. watever.. im just gona blog. which is like more fun than any party anyway. yeah not really.. sarahs going home tomorroww!! :'( fuck bah.. wat am i gonna do now??? back to my boring old life.. atleast ill stop eating.. i hope lah.. once u start its just hard to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets talk bout my last two days.. since i didnt blog last nite. lol. after i was bored as hell the whole damn day... sarah came home and we went for dinner. we went to sea horse. the mee goreng was fucking good. we actually tapaued one more to eat at home. yeah i noe we're pigs. lol. and on the way home rite.. there were this big huge group of malay guys wearing baju melayu on bicycles cycling.. hahahahhaha! and we got stuck behind em.. they were all scared and trying to cycle faster.. there were like 30 of em i swear! hahahaha.. we were laughing our asses off.. we took a pic but im not sure where it is.. dat was damn funny.. but im not sure why.. den we came home and did wat im doing now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today.. was just normal.. we went out at like 4 just to jalan2. everyone had a stick up their ass cos we're all "Fat" lol. so i had to blanja sarah coffee bean so she would be happy again but now i realise that caramel ice blended gives me a headache! :( dat was my fav drink.. heh... but before that. i got my belly button repirced!!! :D i noe finally.. it was just a spear of the moment kindda thing.. i pierced my ear too. after i did it i realised how damn stupid i am to pierce my belly button and ear at the same time.. it hurt like fucking shit afterwords. i forgot how much piercing hurts.. and the weird thing is now i feel nothing.. like im not all happy like i thought i would be.. oh well.. i guess im just a lil nervous if my parents find out since my mum noes bout julias one but she doesnt mind so much.. just my dad :S oh well.. ill cross that bridge when i come to it.. im getting a nose ring next.. but im not sure tho.. cos i see ppl with it and it dont look so good on em.. mayb its cos theyre noses isnt sharp. im sure my nose would look good with it.. apakahhhhhhh.. LOL. but my parents would kill me so i hafta do it when i go to kl in november. yeah i noe "rebel" lol. den we went to dinner and i ate like a pig as always.. i am sooooo going on a diet starting tomorroww!! or mayb thursday.. see how i feell.. i have NO WILL POWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxTKM2-K7wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JL03VUAngGQ/s1600-h/Image(380).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121940998490615554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxTKM2-K7wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JL03VUAngGQ/s320/Image(380).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my ear. the top one is new. i wanna fill my whole ear with ear rings. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxTKN2-K7xI/AAAAAAAAADE/hSns-IpQdfU/s1600-h/Image(379).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121941015670484754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxTKN2-K7xI/AAAAAAAAADE/hSns-IpQdfU/s320/Image(379).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second attempt at piercing.. isnt the ring pretty?? :D loves it.. they even asked where i got it from.. my lovely brother got it for me. hopefully itll be my last time piercing. cos it fucking hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahha.. thats pretty much all i did today.. sarahs going homee.. :'( blog. prepare to get a whole LOT boring now.. oh well.. itll be fun again in november. i promiseeeeeeee :D till next time. diana was here. mwahx.&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/9140571451598956623-3590998866320868738?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3590998866320868738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=3590998866320868738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/3590998866320868738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/3590998866320868738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/tuesday.html' title='tuesday.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxTKM2-K7wI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JL03VUAngGQ/s72-c/Image(380).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-5136165283627594811</id><published>2007-10-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:27:39.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;its monday. im sitting on my ass infront of the tv while blogging. im bored as hell. material girls is on. but i watched it already and theres nothing on. hrmmm... im tired. i woke up at like 7.30 to send miriam to the airport but i dunt wanna sleep tho.. i dunt feel like it. i wonder what im doing today... prob just sitting on my big fat ass all day. damn im getting fat. and its all rayas fault! damn those kelupis and rendang. damn pizza hut! damn raya kuih. damn it alll!! yeah im just crapping. im so boredd... fuckkkkkkk!!. but im like bored but dunt wanna do anything u noe wat i mean? sheessshhhhhh.. i guess im just gonna go and look around at facebook or something like dat.. welcome to the boring life of diana.. hehhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121430713426177778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxL6GW-K7vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_hGLDt4vhkQ/s320/mine43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121430709131210466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxL6GG-K7uI/AAAAAAAAACs/_jCjNgfFh2U/s320/phrase51.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-5136165283627594811?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5136165283627594811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=5136165283627594811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/5136165283627594811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/5136165283627594811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxL6GW-K7vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_hGLDt4vhkQ/s72-c/mine43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-8862104065212154169</id><published>2007-10-13T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:05:32.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raya :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD19W-K7pI/AAAAAAAAACE/ywuMDEXTfd8/s1600-h/DSC00863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120863210807422610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD19W-K7pI/AAAAAAAAACE/ywuMDEXTfd8/s320/DSC00863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raya people! gosh finally.. damn that was fast.. hahaha.. the first day is finnally over.. its been a damn hectic day! haha. lots of drama.. well it wouldnt be raya without the drama rite? we took loads of family pics today. ahahha. its kindda weird since we never usually do dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD19W-K7oI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pi2tgmOHkJg/s1600-h/DSC00869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120863210807422594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD19W-K7oI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pi2tgmOHkJg/s320/DSC00869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD1-W-K7qI/AAAAAAAAACM/1Z6jaijHfiA/s1600-h/DSC00864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120863227987291810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD1-W-K7qI/AAAAAAAAACM/1Z6jaijHfiA/s320/DSC00864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120864009671339698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD2r2-K7rI/AAAAAAAAACU/izQvduTcnbA/s320/DSC00868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD19W-K7oI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pi2tgmOHkJg/s1600-h/DSC00869.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;well first of all.. lynn came over.. at like 11.30. den we went to ameers house first. and we met damiens friend. its weird how everyone knows us as damien and miriams lil sisters. hahaha. then we went to parkson and boulevard to buy ju and sarahs new wallets. which is her birthday present.. ahhaha. i noe im such a good sis. den we had to race back. cos we thought hairul and azif were at the house alreayd. but we eneded up coming home before em! damn bah.. al that rushing for nothing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to hang out with em.. i really missed hairul. i lovee spending time with hairul and azif. even shafiq too. lol. i loveeeeee hairul. eventho hes an asss hole.. but still . u gotta love him. lol. then we just talked and watched tv and they went home at 5.30 ish. they walked.. poor guysss. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD09G-K7nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x7B2KbELmu4/s1600-h/DSC00929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120862107000827506" style="CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD09G-K7nI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x7B2KbELmu4/s320/DSC00929.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD082-K7mI/AAAAAAAAABs/iFoZGv8xDZY/s1600-h/DSC00926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120862102705860194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD082-K7mI/AAAAAAAAABs/iFoZGv8xDZY/s320/DSC00926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. we just sort of relaxed a lil. we wanted to go syafiqs house. but it was all so complicated cos we werent sure wat time to go. ahahah. and i was like so confused on which baju i was gonna wear. susah bah.. we finally went at like 8. haha. azif, jerome, hairul, zharif and jasmine were there. me azif and hairul were all wearing black so we matched :D it was fun too. we just sort of sat around laughing and stuff.. syafiq and azif kept mak rempiting. esp syafiq. so berlagak bah him :P lol kidding sya. i realised how much fun i have with my friends :) gosh i love em to death. syafiq is so mean! ahahah. he wouldnt say he loves me. u noe u do syafiqq. even tho u wont admit it i noe u do. lol. then we went home at like 10 cos lynn had to go back. which was kindda good too. i wouldnt wanna be the last one there bah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120865139247738578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD3tm-K7tI/AAAAAAAAACk/-8v7yEA4okc/s320/DSC0095700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120865122067869378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD3sm-K7sI/AAAAAAAAACc/m36PvYJ2YqA/s320/DSC00961.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd2Dm-K7zI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Hjfw6Vp51k/s1600-h/DSC00956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122692905530224434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd2Dm-K7zI/AAAAAAAAADU/0Hjfw6Vp51k/s320/DSC00956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd2D2-K70I/AAAAAAAAADc/xIHgsEPnV0k/s1600-h/zharif+and+jasmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122692909825191746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd2D2-K70I/AAAAAAAAADc/xIHgsEPnV0k/s320/zharif+and+jasmin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess thats it for today.. ahahhaha. it waas a good day overall tho. a good raya this year. tomorrow can only be bettr! but it sucks cos im like so fucking fat now.. damn bah. im like afat cow. i keep eating. i got to stop eating!! lol. okay then ppl. im soo damn tired. till next time. diana was here. Selamat hari raya ppl! =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-8862104065212154169?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8862104065212154169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=8862104065212154169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8862104065212154169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8862104065212154169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/raya-d.html' title='raya :D'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/RxD19W-K7pI/AAAAAAAAACE/ywuMDEXTfd8/s72-c/DSC00863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-1621154523374552160</id><published>2007-10-11T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:12:22.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw48eG-K7fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FSuP-lEzR4c/s1600-h/DSC00785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120096314331950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw48eG-K7fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FSuP-lEzR4c/s320/DSC00785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey bloggers. haha. its thursday! and raya isnt tomorrow.. huhu. its on saturday. which i knew it woul d be! heh. told ya &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay lets see.. i didnt go to school today. and i didnt wake up till like 12.30 wwhich is pretty much the same time i would be coming home from school. lol. first me ju and sarah went to cut our hair at michaels. and we met kazlan and syafiq there! i mean how weird is that. never thought id meet them at a hair saloon. ahahha. so we were there till like 3 something. and the miracle man did my hair again. gosh i love him! he has the softest hands everrrr... and he cuts hair like a god. lovesss him! im so never gonna let anyone cut my hair but him. lol. see the end results! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw463W-K7cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l-j__yHmSzs/s1600-h/DSC00721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120094549100391874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw463W-K7cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l-j__yHmSzs/s320/DSC00721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw47B2-K7dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c69Ah__s8Pc/s1600-h/DSC00708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120094729489018322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw47B2-K7dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/c69Ah__s8Pc/s320/DSC00708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;told you he was a god with scissors. lol. then after that we went to boulevard.. nothing special.. oh yeah. i bought shoes! i love my shoes.. theyre so hot.. and then we came home.. and just waited to eat. eventho i didnt fast today *shessshh* lol but still i was hungry since i couldnt eat at home.. then me sarah and ju went out.. we wanted to go to parkson. but it was like so fucking full.. no parking at all! parkson is so dumb. its already small enough and they went and closed all the parking spaces. dumb asses. so we had to go to mall instead. we didnt buy nothing since we were damn broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;since we were broke we decided to go somewhere that didnt cost money so we went to boat club ofcourse. lol. we had a snack. the chicken wings there are damn good. seriously they are! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120096000799337954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw48L2-K7eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v_qf1mq7aiM/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we took loads of dumb pictures! ahahah. which was fun. since my blog is so damn boring. im gonna put em all in here :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120098225592397362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw4-NW-K7jI/AAAAAAAAABU/h2IxhcR1bWY/s200/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120098792528080466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw4-uW-K7lI/AAAAAAAAABk/UP5ecVTpUQk/s200/DSC00776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120098762463309378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw4-sm-K7kI/AAAAAAAAABc/jml6P0kNdhg/s200/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120097289289526802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw49W2-K7hI/AAAAAAAAABE/H3PspVMT6YQ/s200/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd3nG-K71I/AAAAAAAAADk/i9Y8hakiDbI/s1600-h/DSC00782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122694614927208274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rxd3nG-K71I/AAAAAAAAADk/i9Y8hakiDbI/s200/DSC00782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats just some of em. im too lazy to put the rest. ahhahaa. well i have nothing esle to say. just wait till raya! im gonna have even more cooler pictures. lol. cant wait!! :D lol. till next time. dyana was here. mwahx. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-1621154523374552160?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1621154523374552160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=1621154523374552160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1621154523374552160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1621154523374552160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Rw48eG-K7fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FSuP-lEzR4c/s72-c/DSC00785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-2802647907116693553</id><published>2007-10-09T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T05:59:44.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha. well its tuesday. finally. its kindda weird that pmr was only 4 days ago. seems like forever.. and its so damn stupid cos i have to still go to school eventho we clearly dont need to nemore. just complete waste of perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had to do this no apologies thing. it was crap. all about sex education and abstinence. i mean they think that theyre giving us info so we dunt do it but actually theyre putting ideas in our heads. some of us actually werent thinking bout that crap anyway. but now that theyre all talking bout it ofcourse we're gonna think bout it rite? and they made us sign these stupid pledge cards so we dunt have sex till mariage. yeah like anyones gonna remember those stupid cards 5 years from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but atleast its over. gosh im so sleep deprived. i dunt wanna go to school tomorrow. its not like we're doing anything neway. boring bah. and we're just gonan be sitting in class like idiots. i wonder what subjects i got. i know i got KH but thats okay cos mr wong prob let us see movies.. and i noe i got sc.. math.. fuck. i have english. damn... errm.. wat else? oh yeah i got siviks and pj. yeay dats gonna be loads of fun. heh . yeah rite. well atleast i can see my dearest Dr. Sim tomorrow :D my fav dentist in the whole damn world. loves him. and sarahs coming home! and we're gonna go makan nasi lemak near cb there. hehehehe. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay people. i need to find a name for my unborn niece :D but it hasta be like arab and islam name. susah bah wanan carik dat.. anythings gotta be beter than sabrina rite?? lol. well if u got any suggestion feel free to share :D&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats it for tonite. i cant wait till the day is over and tomorrow is here. i hope i aint sleep deprived tomorrow cos i had quite a good sleep this afternoon. lol. okay then people. till next time. diana was here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here some cool quotes from that no apologise things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Love waits, Lust wants. Love can't wait to give what is true and honorable. Lust can't wait to take. Love mends. Lust hurts. Love is secure. Lust is selfish. Lust ends. &lt;strong&gt;Love lasts&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" - joe white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freedom&lt;/strong&gt; is not doing everything you feel like doing when you feel like doing it. &lt;strong&gt;Freedom &lt;/strong&gt;is choosing today what will give you more of what you want tomorrow&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and remember people. live with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no apologies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! LOL. lame much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-2802647907116693553?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2802647907116693553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=2802647907116693553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/2802647907116693553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/2802647907116693553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-8053588918099570026</id><published>2007-10-07T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T07:17:29.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another sunday nite</title><content type='html'>hrmm.. another depressing nite. heh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 days till miriam comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days till sarah comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days till raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe wat? scratch everything i said last nite. cos u noe wat? i dunt careeeeee anymore. hahaha. he doesnt wanan talk to me fine.. im glad hes moving on. even if he has a new girlfriend now i wish them all the best. and i mean that from the bottom of my heart :) im definetly not gonna be one of those bitter ex girlfriends. and im totally over it already. i might not have anyone right now. but i dunt want anyonee either. im happy being single and freee. im just gonna wait for my mr right. hes gonna come to me and i sure as hell aint gonna go get him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough bout that.. miriams back. and she got me a baju raya. damn its hot! red :D aahaha. its damn hot. i lovesss it. lot better than the one i got for myself. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is dat damn no apologies crap. and those fuckers didnt even mention anything to us. like the time or anything. do they expect us to read minds or somehting? like damn ass holes. i hate that fucking school. theyre all so fucking dumb. heh. oh watever. ill be gone soon neways. 2 more years. i think i can survive. lol. hrmm.. i really wonder if he has a new girlfriend.. not that i care or nothing.. just curious. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wwell gots to go. got important stuff to do *yeah rite* hahaha. till next time. mwahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when everything is wrong, just movee  along move along"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-8053588918099570026?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8053588918099570026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=8053588918099570026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8053588918099570026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8053588918099570026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-sunday-nite.html' title='another sunday nite'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-574883211311896923</id><published>2007-10-06T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:33:17.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sighs.</title><content type='html'>hrm... today well kindda sucks to be honest..&lt;br /&gt;we went out.. and dat was fun. i saw some people. but not the person i wanted to see.,..&lt;br /&gt;where is he? hrm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunt know why. but im feeling kindda lonely. LOL. mayb im just bored. gosh i miss him. hahahah. its kinda weird dat he hasnt even msged me or anything. mayb he hates me? or mayb im just being paranoid. yeah dats prob it. hahaha. im so lame. its times like this i wish i still had someone to talk to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well wateverrr.. life goess on.. i dunt need a boyfriend. hahaha. i wonder wat im gonna do tomorrow. prob the same thing. i dunt get why im so damn bored all the time. i shud be having fun. but den again my life sucks. god i just wanna talk to him!! hahahahha. but im not going to. i gotta jual mahal. lol. hrmm.... my life really does suck . really really does suck... oh well.. wat u gonna do rite? u get wat ur given.&lt;br /&gt;well i dunt know wat else to say. i guess ill fill u in tomorrow. nyte people. as ta la vista baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-574883211311896923?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/574883211311896923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=574883211311896923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/574883211311896923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/574883211311896923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/sighs.html' title='sighs.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-1513009020802709249</id><published>2007-10-05T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T04:48:55.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>heyy!! now baby im back. its over. im free.. and its weird! life is a bout to get very interesting ppl.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 days till its all over&lt;br /&gt;1 and a half days till miriam comes home&lt;br /&gt;5 days till sarah comes home&lt;br /&gt;8 days till raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i gotta say. its bitter sweet.. its weird how something that uve been talking bout for so long is finnally over and u realise it wasnt such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;its kindda weird too cos its like we're all one step closer to growing up. its like this time next year im gonna be 16! can u believe that. 16. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well enough with that. i have finally discovered the greatness of youtube. i cant believe ive been living in darkness for all this time. its the most awesome damn video place ever. not lagging at all! so damn cool. ahaahah. sakai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally going out tomorrow. i havent been out so long i forgot wat its like. im gonna get my ear pierced and mayb my belly button too but im not sure tho. mayb ill just wait till sarah comes back lah. hehehhe. okay i dunt know wat else to say. im bored now. damn! i shud be out partying . wtf. i really need to get new friends! lol. kiding guys :p  well im outta ere. till next time. diana was here. mwahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-1513009020802709249?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1513009020802709249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=1513009020802709249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1513009020802709249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/1513009020802709249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-6562531945628235661</id><published>2007-10-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:18:03.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey bloggers. baby im back! well not really yet. but one more day. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;its 10.11 and i just and i just got back frm school. heh.. start countdowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 day till its all over&lt;br /&gt;-2 days before miriam comes back&lt;br /&gt;-5 days till sarah comes back&lt;br /&gt;- 9 days till raya&lt;br /&gt;-56 days till im in kl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god! pmr is almost over. i dunt know. it feels weird that i dunt hafta study the rest of the year. its kindda scary. like the closer this finishes the closer i am to getting the results.lol and i totally fucked it up btw. im thinking only 2As but we'll seee. hahaha. well i dunt have much to saw. im just tried. ive never studied this hard in my whole fucking life and its really taking its toll on me. i feel so drained! ive lost my desire to live. ahahhaha. okay mayb not. but it feels dat way. well its gonna be over soon. one last paper. one last paper pp! and one last chance to save my results. oh well.. i dunt fucking care!! hahahahaha. ok well dats it i guess. ill see u tomorow! when my life starts getting interesting ;)&lt;br /&gt;till next time. diana was here. mwahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivee been around the world, ive seen it all&lt;br /&gt;ive been around the world, cause the wind will always rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;ive been around the world, and i wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;im the only girl all surrounded by mistery.&lt;br /&gt;aqua - around the world. its stuck in my head! ( i noe its lame so bite me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-6562531945628235661?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6562531945628235661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=6562531945628235661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/6562531945628235661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/6562531945628235661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-694399694675641292</id><published>2007-09-30T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:51:02.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep shit.</title><content type='html'>hahah.. god does time fly by or wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 times left at tuition&lt;br /&gt;12 hours and 12 minutes left to pmr&lt;br /&gt;6 days till its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. its only 12 hours left! god.. and im online.. if i do like shit then ill noe why.. its so weird. i cant even consentrate cos i just keep thinking wat im gonna do after pmr is over. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im hunrgy and tried.. shit lah!! im nervous :S oh well.. its too late now. so wish me luck! u noe ill need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time bloggers.. see you after pmr is over. diana was here. mwahx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-694399694675641292?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/694399694675641292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=694399694675641292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/694399694675641292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/694399694675641292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/09/deep-shit.html' title='deep shit.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-9098684391518343005</id><published>2007-09-28T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:40:54.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom boom boom</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers. its just another boring Friday. im gonna start the blog as usual with the countdowns ( i noe i only done it once but its gonna be the usual frm now on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 more times at tuition&lt;br /&gt;- 48 hours till pmr&lt;br /&gt;- 7 days till its over&lt;br /&gt;- 60 days till im in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2 days till pmr.. and im here.. sitting on my ass bloggin away when i should be studying. "rebel". lol. hahaha. i did try to study! honest! but i just gave up trying. lol. i think i derserve an A for effort :D lol&lt;br /&gt;im kindda nervous actually.. but at the same time i dunt really care. im not sure which one is worse. lol. but watever. takdir tuhan lahh.. i cant do nothing bout it neways.&lt;br /&gt;and to make things worse. im like sick! like the super duper sick type. like damn.. everything bad happens to me.. hehhhh.. oh well. i cant blog long today. i have nothing to say neway. but just wait till pmr is over.. this blog is gonna be FULL :D lol. till we meet again. diana was here. mwahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boom boom boom i want you in my room&lt;br /&gt;we'll spend the night together from now until forever&lt;br /&gt;boom boom boom i want you in my room.&lt;br /&gt;love dat song. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-9098684391518343005?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/9098684391518343005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=9098684391518343005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/9098684391518343005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/9098684391518343005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/09/boom-boom-boom.html' title='Boom boom boom'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-8563836500197960208</id><published>2007-09-21T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T04:44:20.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day..</title><content type='html'>today.. pra is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;thankk god.. but i totally fucked everything up so im not looking foward to getting them back&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is school. yes believe it! school on a saturday. damn those fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its offically :&lt;br /&gt;- 7 more times for tuition&lt;br /&gt;- 9 days to PMR&lt;br /&gt;-14 days till its over&lt;br /&gt;- 66 days till im in KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. im pretty much screwed now. its 9 days away and i still DUNT NOE SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;but watever. i couldnt really give a fuck now neways. i mean life goes on whethere or not&lt;br /&gt;i get straight As for pmr rite? i mean pmr is nothing. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yeah keep telling urself dat diana.&lt;br /&gt;see i even talk to myself in my blog.. damn im going physco&lt;br /&gt;but only cos im under lot of stress rite now. i got stress zits to prove it! lol&lt;br /&gt;but its all good.. 14 days people. 14 days!! AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream just thinking bout it. soo exciting&lt;br /&gt;its kindda hard to believe the day ive been dreading for like since form 1 is only 9 days away.&lt;br /&gt;where the hell is the time going? feels like time is just flying and its not waiting for me to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;IM gonna be FREE. im gonna be FREE. im gonna be FREE&lt;br /&gt;im sooo gonna have a big huge bon fire and burn all my books :D&lt;br /&gt;damn i soooooooooo cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;goddd.. im gonna do so many things when pmr is done&lt;br /&gt;im gonna cut my hair. get my ear pierced. get my navel Re-pierced. paint my toe nails, stop eating. hibernate and just go out and have fun! :D and the best thing of it all&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE TUITION! ill never hafta be in that stinky freaky small room every again. hahhahahahahha. godd.. dreams do come true! lol&lt;br /&gt;its okay peeps. i noe my blog sucks rite now. but just wait till after that test is over&lt;br /&gt;den my blogs gonna be fcuking full (it better be)&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH :D im gonna scream man&lt;br /&gt;im sooooo gonna scream my ass of when i finish dat last paper. heeeeeeee heeeee&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinking bout it.. okay get over it diana. its getting old. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.. watd i do today. not like anyone wants to noe but im gonna tell u anyway :d hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i had geo and sej today. i totally sucked at it btw. we finish at like 9.45. so i was like so fucking bored. so i slept till like 3. lol yeah i noe.. no sleep for me tonite. and i got school tomorrow. fuck bah. those slave drivers. its soo not fair. like chung hua gets cuti blaja and stco doesnt get shit. damn dem all! hahhaha. but watevr. theres a better chance i study at school den at home neways. hrmm&lt;br /&gt;u noe lately its kindda weird but i got all these old old songs stuck in my head.. weirddd..&lt;br /&gt;and im kindda missing someone lately. but he hates me soo.. hahaha. not missing him in the i want him back way.. just miss his company . but oh well.. life goes on rite? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the music in me :D i noe its random . just love dat line&lt;br /&gt;till next time bloggers. dianas outta here.. bye ya'll. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-8563836500197960208?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8563836500197960208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=8563836500197960208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8563836500197960208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/8563836500197960208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-day.html' title='another day..'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140571451598956623.post-4557805147962719691</id><published>2007-09-17T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:46:44.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the begining.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Ru6FMZNGuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RU6qWt5r-AY/s1600-h/DSC00512+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111169075082869522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Ru6FMZNGuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RU6qWt5r-AY/s320/DSC00512+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey everyone!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dyana has come into the life of blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im not usually a very dedicated blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have loads and loads of blogs. just keep forgetting to use em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i just thought i need a healthy way to express my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which sort of tells you i have lots of issues. trust me. lots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was actually gonna start after pmr was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but im like wat the heck. lifes to short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i think im gonna start by telling everyone a lil bit bout my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first of all. my life sucks ass :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its not interesting. just full of drama drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it seems the whole world is out to get me. and i noe lots of teenagers feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i seriously think its true in my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything just seems to go terribly wrong for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cant do anything right. and ppl around me just keep fucking everything up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like theyre pushing and pushing till im just gonna break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i honestly dont think its my fault . i think its everyone elses fault. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but its okay. and i noe wat ur thinking. lots of ppl have it way worse than i do and all dat. but news flash! i aint other ppl. and yeah i feel sorry for em and all but it isnt my crap to deal with. i have enough thank u very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;few years. im gonna be free. everything i do will be on my own term. and ill leave everything. and itll all be okay. life will be good again. its all i want .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freedome is just so hard to get these days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Ru6EppNGuwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mKvXRL8AMqk/s1600-h/phrase57.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111168478082415362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="108" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Ru6EppNGuwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mKvXRL8AMqk/s320/phrase57.gif" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9140571451598956623-4557805147962719691?l=dianascrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4557805147962719691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9140571451598956623&amp;postID=4557805147962719691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/4557805147962719691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9140571451598956623/posts/default/4557805147962719691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianascrap.blogspot.com/2007/09/begining.html' title='the begining.'/><author><name>dyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036570899713467714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/69/36/12246396/1_930549560m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FkUO52SCchg/Ru6FMZNGuxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RU6qWt5r-AY/s72-c/DSC00512+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
