<?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-5952042899102919071</id><updated>2012-02-14T23:40:31.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope For a Change</title><subtitle type='html'>whatever I did, good or bad; there is always....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-9100936560009933424</id><published>2012-02-14T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:29:48.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be answered</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me that over this long holiday, I did nothing. Nothing at all. I'm sure everyone else have started to do something once SPM finished. Not me apparently. ;___;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure there's been a lot of time I've heard my mum nagged me all the time asking me to look for a job instead of lazing around doing nothing at home, especially in my room - a place where I hang around by myself all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really long since I clean my room. Since ....last last year I think ;0 And I must say, it is very messy. Many people will surely had their room cleaned right after SPM was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVLu8K_oq4o/Tzn3MDSFXCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/yZ4H7KJyOwA/s1600/tumblr_l96b01l36p1qdhmifo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVLu8K_oq4o/Tzn3MDSFXCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/yZ4H7KJyOwA/s320/tumblr_l96b01l36p1qdhmifo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Y U NO CLEAN YOUR ROOM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;"&gt;Why am I so lazy and always procrastinating?! Whyyy -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L61PfuQVG6Y/Tzn2CiLFo6I/AAAAAAAAAis/8oNzetGZicc/s1600/Photo0434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L61PfuQVG6Y/Tzn2CiLFo6I/AAAAAAAAAis/8oNzetGZicc/s320/Photo0434.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQaeTi_l2LU/Tzn2OcN0XUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RbQu_XGoY4w/s1600/Photo0435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQaeTi_l2LU/Tzn2OcN0XUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RbQu_XGoY4w/s320/Photo0435.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my clothes piling up. And there's where I put my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9z8tFsPFDhs/Tzn2cBVBEtI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9UgbJECtQJo/s1600/Photo0436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9z8tFsPFDhs/Tzn2cBVBEtI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9UgbJECtQJo/s320/Photo0436.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My bookshelf. Apparently it's more like a treat-this-not-as-a-bookshelf's shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgHIJSnI-aY/Tzn2odn7UwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/S5HiLDpB7-U/s1600/Photo0437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgHIJSnI-aY/Tzn2odn7UwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/S5HiLDpB7-U/s320/Photo0437.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;How my bed look like after I woke up. And I don't even bother to make my bed after I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7b0AfutrIYQ/Tzn21CeyvlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KfjRbV7EBv0/s1600/Photo0438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7b0AfutrIYQ/Tzn21CeyvlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/KfjRbV7EBv0/s320/Photo0438.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;By looking and reading this post, I hereby promise that this upcoming Thursday 16/02/2012, you and I will see this room completely clean and arranged. I will post pictures of my new room on Thursday and if I don't do so, err ....scold me? &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/5952042899102919071-9100936560009933424?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/9100936560009933424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-be-answered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/9100936560009933424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/9100936560009933424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-be-answered.html' title='To be answered'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVLu8K_oq4o/Tzn3MDSFXCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/yZ4H7KJyOwA/s72-c/tumblr_l96b01l36p1qdhmifo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-4801483210834208641</id><published>2012-02-13T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:23:03.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will rain</title><content type='html'>I know it's going to rain really heavy later. I could hear the sound of wind now even though my window panels are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't watch Realigi. D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-4801483210834208641?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4801483210834208641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-will-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4801483210834208641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4801483210834208641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/it-will-rain.html' title='It will rain'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-6829514662792846190</id><published>2012-02-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T20:14:01.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #5</title><content type='html'>Went to my driving lesson and wtf I almost hit the gate! 0.0 But thank goodness my driving instructor was fast and helped me break. I can't imagine myself getting scolded, got fined if I really did hit the gate. Who knows. There could be cars coming in. And today, my driving instructor asked me to go up the 5-feet slope. Nerve wrecking okay. The car kept on reversing and reverse but at the end I was happy I could get the hang of it. And oh I saw someone familiar today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really recognize the face but I do recognize the action of the guy. The way he walked and the way he carried his bottle...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDpM6j_oVRo/TzZWlsxhpoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eqnKoBUyt7U/s1600/Raisins_Face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDpM6j_oVRo/TzZWlsxhpoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eqnKoBUyt7U/s320/Raisins_Face.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;COULD IT BE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old classmate? Neh I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT NEW SHOES DDD; LOOK AT THESE! LOOK......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43RNTlcnmzI/TzZYr-ggcVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KkA7V7SMxUI/s1600/293480_308564155825748_163047230377442_1525695_1984888484_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43RNTlcnmzI/TzZYr-ggcVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KkA7V7SMxUI/s320/293480_308564155825748_163047230377442_1525695_1984888484_n.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABW4jl20iBk/TzZYs5g75wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oqSQIKBc3HA/s1600/373915_339967452685418_163047230377442_1644597_1228501687_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABW4jl20iBk/TzZYs5g75wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oqSQIKBc3HA/s320/373915_339967452685418_163047230377442_1644597_1228501687_n.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3NTlBNsslg/TzZYurHLdlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/fNPY8M1kUyg/s1600/390124_339244076091089_163047230377442_1642809_1465156759_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3NTlBNsslg/TzZYurHLdlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/fNPY8M1kUyg/s320/390124_339244076091089_163047230377442_1642809_1465156759_n.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no idea since when I started to like ladies' shoes like these. When I looked back to my past, I was boyish. And still like that today but it's only in front of my family. Outside with friends, I like to be feminine and all because my friends are all lady-like and feminine. Well maybe it's because I'm the only daughter, in the middle. There's my older brother, me and my younger brother. Since young, I played what my older brother played. I played with his friends. Plus I am more close to my cousins which are boys. Could socializing with boys resulted me to become boyish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reasons are behind my boyish-ness, I must change. I'll be going to matriculation and universities soon and I am so hunting for cute guys and that is why I must be more girly.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about cute guys, why didn't I see the guy anymore? :'(&amp;nbsp; Could it be ....he only come for KPP because he only want to finish off with the Law Test and after that continue to focus for SPM?! He's younger than I am if it's real. But on a second thought ...no I don't think so. His hair was a bit blonde when I saw him. We could be of the same age. Hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-6829514662792846190?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6829514662792846190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6829514662792846190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6829514662792846190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-5.html' title='Update #5'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDpM6j_oVRo/TzZWlsxhpoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/eqnKoBUyt7U/s72-c/Raisins_Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-8151041381092690002</id><published>2012-02-08T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:35:44.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X5 banner</title><content type='html'>#update:&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how to get a chatbox. Finally. Ahh severe amnesia maybe. Come talk! &lt;strike&gt;Yet another attempt to feel less lonely.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I edit pictures. Look! What do you think? It's not really that good but I tried my best. I edit this with Picasa since I don't have any Photoshop. I wish I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZgYpC9Qz8c/TzIb9gI7zeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-XtQELF9s5Y/s1600/tumblr_lyfnnqemIL1qjp8euo2_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZgYpC9Qz8c/TzIb9gI7zeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-XtQELF9s5Y/s320/tumblr_lyfnnqemIL1qjp8euo2_500.jpg" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: LEFT;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-8151041381092690002?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8151041381092690002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/x5-banner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8151041381092690002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8151041381092690002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/x5-banner.html' title='X5 banner'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZgYpC9Qz8c/TzIb9gI7zeI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-XtQELF9s5Y/s72-c/tumblr_lyfnnqemIL1qjp8euo2_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7379786326751996959</id><published>2012-02-07T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T15:08:44.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weal and woe</title><content type='html'>HEY I DROVE A CAR JUST NOW! OMG that feeling of holding the steering wheel and controlling it and that the car is moving is just amazing :D&lt;br /&gt;I was really afraid at first and I was seriously nervous that I sweat. But luckily I didn't knock on anything or anyone. *touch wood* But a few times, the enjin mati. It was my bad though. I kept releasing the clutch at first so yea that's why enjin mati. But after I got used to it, it was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after my dad came home from picking up my younger brother from school, I said loudly and happily, "I drove today!". And my dad was smiling sheepishly. Then I told him I want to drive a car around the neighbourhood so I'll get used to hold and control the steering. Also practicing slowing down, stop and reverse which was what I learn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I reached home from the Institute, I received a text message from my grandmother saying I have a letter from PTPL. Aduhhh -.-&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago I received a letter from Kolej Sunway Kuching offering me CAT course. I have to turn it down because I dunno Accounts and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4URyxA27sHg/TzDM2C2AGLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FZcpamxGJH4/s1600/Photo0412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4URyxA27sHg/TzDM2C2AGLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FZcpamxGJH4/s320/Photo0412.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwh8rTq5n5o/TzDM-Y6EWgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vyXp1uK-emo/s1600/Photo0413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwh8rTq5n5o/TzDM-Y6EWgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vyXp1uK-emo/s320/Photo0413.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzY5gLtnixc/TzDNNJ7v9-I/AAAAAAAAAg4/4lRwcM4x5vk/s320/Photo0416.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKOczd3b-Zc/TzDNXIARgiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Lx1Q1JtuRFg/s1600/Photo0417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKOczd3b-Zc/TzDNXIARgiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Lx1Q1JtuRFg/s320/Photo0417.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nam_2wmkQV8/TzDNi28kZxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/bulmzDtYFJM/s1600/Photo0420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nam_2wmkQV8/TzDNi28kZxI/AAAAAAAAAhI/bulmzDtYFJM/s320/Photo0420.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was given a better offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#update&lt;br /&gt;My bad for not censoring the address. edited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-7379786326751996959?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7379786326751996959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/weal-and-woe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7379786326751996959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7379786326751996959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/weal-and-woe.html' title='Weal and woe'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4URyxA27sHg/TzDM2C2AGLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FZcpamxGJH4/s72-c/Photo0412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-2927129469785331581</id><published>2012-02-06T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:40:14.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #4</title><content type='html'>OH MY WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SONG :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AeMdNHQRJOM?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my family and I went to kampung to collect some langsat. And I met my great grandmother after about four months like that. A few days ago, I found my great grandmother's IC and she was born on 1929. She's 83 this year! Wow. I hope she continue to live and stay longer with us.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH CUTEEE I WISH I CAN TRY ONEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G7bc46b4twg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-2927129469785331581?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2927129469785331581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/2927129469785331581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/2927129469785331581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-4.html' title='Update #4'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AeMdNHQRJOM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-683187332437315942</id><published>2012-02-02T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T13:26:52.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming</title><content type='html'>Just heard about SMASH will be having their first tour in Malaysia. Nah not really excited cause most probably it'll be in KL anyway. Poker face.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish X5 make a concert here in Malaysia. And I will videocam Taefung and I know he will respond like &lt;a href="http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/beside-you.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA if he really will respond like that when I videocam him, I'LL BE THE HAPPIEST PERSON EVER!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Taefung is so cute &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I also wanna see Chuck Hughes in Malaysia. He'll be here soon. SOON DDD;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a loyal viewer of his cooking show "Chuck's Day Off" on AFC. I must see him! This whole time I've always crave for his food ...well, except his dishes which comprise of vegetables ONLY &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Sarawak did not combine with Malaysia last time, they WILL come here, to Kuching. I wish. But past is past. Ahh just bear with the reality :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-683187332437315942?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/683187332437315942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/683187332437315942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/683187332437315942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/coming.html' title='Coming'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-4578612935215731012</id><published>2012-02-01T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:42:03.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Ernie Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;Nisa Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;Shyaza Gomez.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea who came up with the idea. But I LOVE IT. Lydia Black suits me tho AHAHAH ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;It's Wednesday~ Wednesday~ Gotta get down on Wednesday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, lame much? I got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-4578612935215731012?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4578612935215731012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/today-is-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4578612935215731012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4578612935215731012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/today-is-wednesday.html' title='Today is Wednesday'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-3166476904615881976</id><published>2012-02-01T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:57:47.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;#update:&lt;br /&gt;Hey I made a Twitter account long ago but I have no idea how to use one. Now that I know, hahaha first attempt to try to discover how this thing works, come and follow me. Who am I kidding? I think no one reads my blog anyway except Martha and myself. Forever alone promoting T.T&lt;br /&gt;But good worth to try :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the Science subject that I've studied, by far I only remember Physics. Oh that awesome natural science subject. The day I started to know Physics wasn't very good. I hate it. I was confused to convert measurements, to read measurements from different measuring instrument, forces, gravity, laws and so on. But perhaps at that time it was still a honeymoon year for me. But now I've made my decision. I'll probably, well if accepted to UM, I might be taking Bachelor of Science Physics. I want a job that's related to something that I really like - Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 was a tiring year if compared to Form 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 life;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school. Went to the Junior Lab (4S2). Sat there and waited for teacher to take attendance. Then when the Form 3 came, pack up our stuff and started walking to the Form 3 class which is on the top floor of the building. Walking up the stairs carrying heavy bags were really a misery. Arrived in other class. Tired. Teacher came to teach but couldn't pay attention because too tired. Finish one period move again to different class. How hard school life was in Form 4. Nevertheless, it was one of the adventurous year yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5 life;&lt;br /&gt;Came to school. Went to class (5S2) and sat there like a boss. Waiting for teacher to come to take attendance like a boss. Every period except Bio, Chem and Phy, sat in class and played around with friends like a boss. Towards the end of the year especially almost SPM time, got free period a lot by teachers. Well it was all because we just know how to beg :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah nuts! Now that I'm talking about school over again, I miss school so much. Doing nothing at home is extremely boring. I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey this used to happen to me a lot (change topic). But it was my friend's pen. When I failed to assemble it back, I left it there like no one has ever touch it. Evil indeed &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jH9fu4jw_Y/Tyjc7ZmGCOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Rx6m0XJgkn8/s1600/tumblr_lxfndiE2Sr1qjlwaao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jH9fu4jw_Y/Tyjc7ZmGCOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Rx6m0XJgkn8/s320/tumblr_lxfndiE2Sr1qjlwaao1_500.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-3166476904615881976?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3166476904615881976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/out-of-all-science-subject-that-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/3166476904615881976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/3166476904615881976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/02/out-of-all-science-subject-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jH9fu4jw_Y/Tyjc7ZmGCOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Rx6m0XJgkn8/s72-c/tumblr_lxfndiE2Sr1qjlwaao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-6189766407029044054</id><published>2012-01-31T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:41:30.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah dogs</title><content type='html'>Dogs have the power to go deep into my heart and touch the most sensitive part. I watched 'A Tale of Mari and the Three Puppies' the other day and I cried like shit. Half of my shirt was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puW-BoHVqPA/Tyd73MAZ2vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_-GJv1cuR8Y/s1600/A_Tale_of_Mari_and_Three_Puppies_movie_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puW-BoHVqPA/Tyd73MAZ2vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_-GJv1cuR8Y/s320/A_Tale_of_Mari_and_Three_Puppies_movie_poster.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon when I cried watching the movie, my eyes were red. So when the movie finished I washed my face and looked into the mirror and I saw my eyes were still red. But luckily I was home alone. Then at evening, my parents and my younger brother came back from makan angin at almost 6 like that. Then my mum looked at&amp;nbsp; me and said, "I think you just wake up from sleep that's why your eyes are red." and I was like 'what my eyes are still red?'. I remember I finished watching it at 1 something almost 1.30 like that. My eyes remained red during those 3 to 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie "Hachiko" made me cried like shit too. Even when watching the trailer I cried like crazy. Ahh dogs. They are one adorable creature that God created. I can't believe there are people out there eating dogs. Korean eat dogs. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;0_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that day when I was about to give Jack, my dog some food, he sneaked out from the cage as I opened it and run around like crazy. I was scared. Why? Because his nails were long and he likes jumping around so I was scared that he might jumped to me and scratched me. So I screamed really loud and yes I was embarrassed because there were neighbours and workers on the opposite. At the end my mum came and helped put Jack back in his cage. Jack is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one dog in KBS Birth of a Family looked like Jack. It's in the episode where Boom went to this dog cafe with APink. Seriously that dog was as big as Jack but Jack was not furry as that dog. Wait let me try to search that episode on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#update&lt;br /&gt;Cheh I give up showing the video. Too slow to load.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-6189766407029044054?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6189766407029044054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeah-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6189766407029044054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6189766407029044054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeah-dogs.html' title='Yeah dogs'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puW-BoHVqPA/Tyd73MAZ2vI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_-GJv1cuR8Y/s72-c/A_Tale_of_Mari_and_Three_Puppies_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7833956659546141715</id><published>2012-01-30T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:47:38.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days before February</title><content type='html'>January's ending and February is coming up. Yeah February. I think those who are in a relationship will sure be waiting for the day. Ahhh I hate Valentine's Day alone. But what to do -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlxEvbb2ddQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; came to my News Feed a lot in Facebook, I have to say, I also want to have a boyfriend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I saw someone turned from being "single" to "in a relationship", I'll be like "wow how did it happen?". I really want to know how some people meet and fall in love with each other and got together. It's interesting okay to know their love story. Okay I sounded like a stalker stalking people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMu2iVRzaDI/TyYrn6b2geI/AAAAAAAAAeg/cDdLBaHU_WY/s1600/forever_alone_by_foreveraloneplz.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMu2iVRzaDI/TyYrn6b2geI/AAAAAAAAAeg/cDdLBaHU_WY/s320/forever_alone_by_foreveraloneplz.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But to think back, I'm happy being single. I don't have to be jealous whenever I see my boyfriend with other girls. I don't have to waste money buying gifts to give to my boyfriend for some sort of special occasion or anything like that. I can be friends with anyone freely. I don't have to stay up so late texting/chatting with my boyfriend like I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm happy that I have friends who will always be there for me. So to say, I'm not alone. Greaatttt (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about being in a relationship, I do dream of having one but not right now. No matter how much I hate seeing romantic couples around and how much I told myself to slim down so I could have a boyfriend, I am not ready to have a boyfriend. I enjoyed being single. It does not mean that you're single, you're alone. This is the time to get to know your taste bud and other people well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people celebrate Valentine's Day with a joyful heart. Tell your family and friends how much you love them. That's Valentine. Heheheheh :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA OMG I LOVE THIS. SO KIUT &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhkJd5lhPcc/TyYt4M0jfnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hFq5Vy0HlTQ/s1600/tumblr_lykj5oTUDx1qe7jo3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhkJd5lhPcc/TyYt4M0jfnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hFq5Vy0HlTQ/s320/tumblr_lykj5oTUDx1qe7jo3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-7833956659546141715?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7833956659546141715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-days-before-february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7833956659546141715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7833956659546141715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-days-before-february.html' title='Two days before February'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMu2iVRzaDI/TyYrn6b2geI/AAAAAAAAAeg/cDdLBaHU_WY/s72-c/forever_alone_by_foreveraloneplz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7843324361916949093</id><published>2012-01-29T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:26:54.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 2</title><content type='html'>So after mass, we went to After 2 at Jalan Green Hill, I think to eat. I ordered Butter Chicken Rice, Iced Lemon Tea and Steamed "Siew Mai". After the waiter took our order we waited la. Then the drinks came. My Iced Lemon Tea looked so weird. Tea is brown in colour but that particular Iced Lemon Tea is white and it had lemons in it. So I asked my dad why this Iced Lemon Tea looked so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy who took our order walked past and my dad asked him what it was. And the guy said "Iced Lemon Peng". My dad was like 0.0 and said, "Mana ada saya order ini. Saya order Iced Lemon Tea." And that guy was like "Oh tea ka?" then he took the glass back and change to Iced Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the food came. I saw my Siew Mai and a pau. Then again my dad was confused and asked the girl who serve our food. The girl said it was Siew Mai with Char Siew Pau. Okay so I actually ordered that Siew Mai and my younger ordered Har Kau. Then my dad got angry again and said, "Saya order Siew Mai dengan Har Kau. Tak ada pau". And the girl took the pau away and I ate my Siew Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily after that no more wrong food came to our table. Then we heard the chef was scolding the guy who took our order. He said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orang order Har Kau kau tulis pau. Nyusah kerja ku jak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other waiter scolded him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aok lah. Har Kau bodo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother and I laughed when we heard that. Omg kesian that guy. Alu kenak marah. Then they kept on talking and mocking and scolding him for taking the wrong order. Kesian eh 0;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go there again and see that guy's face tho I must say that he's very good looking. Heheheh. Kesian ba takut salah order gik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-7843324361916949093?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7843324361916949093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7843324361916949093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7843324361916949093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-2.html' title='After 2'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-1380825654728479136</id><published>2012-01-27T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:36:54.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't get why there are some people who don't appreciate their own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=225221907562758&amp;amp;set=a.129760283775588.34139.129741837110766&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do YOU have to compare Malaysian's school uniform with other country?! Sure theirs are cool, short skirt, thick coat/blazer, has many pattern and so on but it's not worth comparing. Imagine on a hot weather, why would the students in Malaysia wearing something so thick?! Be logical la. Malaysia only have sunny day or rainy day. No other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is my country and I'm proud to be one. I feel save living in here. Even though I used to hate Malaysia but it was because I never learn to appreciate whatever I have. I was immature back then. Now that I'm mature and I can think wisely, I learn to appreciate everything including the fact that I'm overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm overweight and I am not shy to say it out. If there are people who hate me because I'm fat, go on. I don't mind. I'm happy and glad that I have friends who stay loyal with me and I know I could do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheh.. why emo? -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I just came back from the longhouse. Spent 5 days there and nothing much happen so there's nothing to update about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss the smell of RMT food when I was in primary school :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-1380825654728479136?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1380825654728479136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-get-why-there-are-some-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/1380825654728479136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/1380825654728479136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-get-why-there-are-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-336605781364125404</id><published>2012-01-22T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:51:43.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #3</title><content type='html'>So after that steak update, I really couldn't wait till Sunday to buy all the ingredients for steak. So on Friday, I told my dad to buy me some beef, milk, cream and cheese and he agreed. Thanks dad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went to school with Nisa and Ernie to get our CGPA. It was fun to visit the school and met with the teachers. LOL now that Pn Fu is a Penyelia Petang, Pn Lesmy replaced her position as the Ketua Bidang Sains dan Matematik. Wahh naik pangkat. Cool~ When Nisa and I was like standing near the bench near the security's house/pondok, we saw Cikgu Chung from afar. She saw us too but she looked at us long and then smiled. Cun cun she wanted to go out for a while so she went up to us and asked us what we're doing. Then she looked at me and said, "Cantik rambut ho..". LOL I dunno whether she means it or just a sarcasm. You don't know Cikgu Chung. Then Ernie came and we went inside Mr Teo's room and got our CGPA. Then we decided to visit the school's canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG the canteen ...so clean. Hahaha. And we met Cikgu Susieana there so we had a little chat with her. Then we bought some food. And I must say, the older canteen has better food. I bought a sandwich and Teh Bunga Tin and whole of it cost me RM3.60. Shit so expensive. After eating we went to the library and met Cikgu Zalina. She was stressed out because there were so many stuff to do in the library so we offer to help her after CNY. Okay la since I have nothing to do during the holidays and besides it's a volunteer job and I'm with my awesome friends so how much fun can it get. Then we went out from the library. Then, we thought about the toilet's condition. Does the toilet change also? So we went to take a peek and we were like Eeee tandas masih kotor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cun cun when we came out from the toilet it was like 10 minutes before break and we saw many prefects gather in front of the PUM Kiosk. LOL we got so excited to see what PUM has to offer. Rozales masih ada YAYYY :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us bought so many Rozales. After that, we went to the staff room and greeted the teachers there. Oh my I miss them so much. I miss every teacher :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I was home alone so I decided to cook steak. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1fvWk5mvvY/Txu-MDXdjnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9UBa2NKpb3A/s1600/Photo0385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1fvWk5mvvY/Txu-MDXdjnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9UBa2NKpb3A/s320/Photo0385.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was cooked to my liking - medium well :) I don't like eating it well done because the meat gets tough and I don't like it rare/medium rare either because there is still a bit of blood. I would say this was 95% success and 5% fail because the blue cheese sauce wasn't creamy - my bad. And a bit salty but ....I know I'll get 100% perfection next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;I was always curious with the 'slow motion' mode in my phone's camera when taking videos. So I asked my younger brother to run in the living room while recorded him in 'slow motion' mode. So this was how it turned out:&lt;br /&gt;ps the lighting is not good and I dunno why. Other videos without slow motion are in high quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a80fcbf1ea04974" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a80fcbf1ea04974%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331499268%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F3A1176809ABFE725D0B840C29F5B8FD41B6660.1C2B6FC1035E7C92C6D6C4B08E9DCFC745D8011%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a80fcbf1ea04974%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHlSEs8Bcs_5E-id37ter7u3fgGI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a80fcbf1ea04974%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331499268%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F3A1176809ABFE725D0B840C29F5B8FD41B6660.1C2B6FC1035E7C92C6D6C4B08E9DCFC745D8011%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a80fcbf1ea04974%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHlSEs8Bcs_5E-id37ter7u3fgGI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Today:&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Kuching Sentral and I bought shirt, shoes and some nail polish. It's been ages since I paint my nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-336605781364125404?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/336605781364125404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/336605781364125404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/336605781364125404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-3.html' title='Update #3'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n1fvWk5mvvY/Txu-MDXdjnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9UBa2NKpb3A/s72-c/Photo0385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-6339113434458699163</id><published>2012-01-19T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:01:35.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steak</title><content type='html'>I had a sudden craving for steak. So I went to the fridge trying to find for some beef even if I'm pretty sure that there aren't any. And I was right. There's chicken, fish, bacon, durian(?) and kangaroo fillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT WHA....KANGAROO FILLET?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got that kangaroo fillet from my grandparents who just came back from Australia. My grandmother ate it when she was there and she said it was delicious so she bought some for us. Oh my can't imagine the taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this Sunday I'll try to persuade my parents to bring me to Giant so I could buy some beef. You know just in case I feel like eating steak. And I really want to try cooking one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-6339113434458699163?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6339113434458699163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/steak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6339113434458699163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6339113434458699163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/steak.html' title='steak'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7438421530640819281</id><published>2012-01-18T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:30:22.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE longcommercialbreak</title><content type='html'>I was bored and was browsing through all the channels and I found ....at 12 p.m. on NTV7 is "Stairway to Heaven". My heart was jumping and I was so excited. It has been a long time since I watched that Korean drama. Last I watched was in 2005 if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cry watching the drama. But today I cried even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;The commercial is too long :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were like 3 commercial breaks. During the last commercial break, I want to know how long is the duration of the commercial so I went to Info and looked at the time when the commercial starts. It was 12:42 p.m. When the commercial stops, the time was 12:48 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG GILAAAAAAAA 6 MINUTES COMMERCIAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU SHOW COMMERCIAL THAT LONG? I'M IN YOUR CHANNEL JUST TO WATCH THAT DRAMA NOT FOR SOME STUPID COMMERCIAL. YOU SUCK :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-7438421530640819281?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7438421530640819281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-more-longcommercialbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7438421530640819281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7438421530640819281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-more-longcommercialbreak.html' title='NO MORE longcommercialbreak'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-8550251334736732162</id><published>2012-01-16T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:31:48.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #2</title><content type='html'>Law Test ....OVER! Workshop ...first 3-hour is OVER! Another 3-hour practical after CNY :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during break, Rachel, Mr Tay and I were sitting at the canteen talking about some random stuff. And this Mr Tay is a lecturer, well more to consulting students. He then asked the two of us few questions to figure out what kind of personality we have. After asking several questions to Rachel he figured out that she's Sanguine with a little bit of Melancholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he explained the characteristics of Sanguine. I'm not a pro to remember everything that he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my turn. After asking me few questions, he then said that I'm a Melancholic. What's a Melancholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://prepareforpsychologicaltest.com/melancholy-personality-type/"&gt;Read here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered some of his explaination about a Melancholic. He said these type of people love to think deep. Yeah, true. A Melancholic has mood swings. Because they think too deep sometimes they even think something that is out of the box. Like ermm feeling depressed about oneself all of a sudden. But many famous people out there are Melancholic. Wow :D I could be famous :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he even said that Melancholy goes well with Sanguine and vice versa. Now I should really find that special someone who is a Sanguine. But ....I am more interested with Choleric type of guy. Choleric are the people who get angry easily. Hot-tempered. They are also aggresive. But there are some Choleric who shows his/her bad side to people but inside of them they care about others. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last temperament is Phlegmatic. This type of people ....they urm they don't really care about his/her environment. I don't know much about Phlegmatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and .......OMG I just knew my uncle who has been married for almost 8 years now has finally have a baby. A girl! Went to visit the new family member last Friday and she was so cuteeeee :))) Her name is Christabel. Now I don't really feel lonely because I'm the only grand-daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing .....my other uncle's daughter who was born on 2010 - Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh credit goes to Aunty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX626IAmlnU/TxPD6Bvy8XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FNob1MHRJl0/s1600/395553_10150578263394048_638654047_10888921_1868587110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX626IAmlnU/TxPD6Bvy8XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FNob1MHRJl0/s320/395553_10150578263394048_638654047_10888921_1868587110_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pyc2sLXtTA/TxPD-wjACXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zdvlyaWBeNY/s1600/409314_10150578263274048_638654047_10888920_1033589737_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pyc2sLXtTA/TxPD-wjACXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zdvlyaWBeNY/s320/409314_10150578263274048_638654047_10888920_1033589737_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2eP76ciZ_E/TxPEDJ8-1sI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ypzRiEo8a8Q/s1600/378873_10150578261824048_638654047_10888899_1677326334_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2eP76ciZ_E/TxPEDJ8-1sI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ypzRiEo8a8Q/s320/378873_10150578261824048_638654047_10888899_1677326334_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnmJITZ7SYA/TxPEFutFz-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ev_sKt5WTN0/s1600/377493_10150578261139048_638654047_10888890_1785066774_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnmJITZ7SYA/TxPEFutFz-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ev_sKt5WTN0/s320/377493_10150578261139048_638654047_10888890_1785066774_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5pGFBI0uJw/TxPEJUvf4HI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fnYUl-0JfF4/s1600/379161_10150578262794048_638654047_10888916_418717271_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M5pGFBI0uJw/TxPEJUvf4HI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fnYUl-0JfF4/s320/379161_10150578262794048_638654047_10888916_418717271_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-8550251334736732162?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8550251334736732162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8550251334736732162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8550251334736732162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-2.html' title='Update #2'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lX626IAmlnU/TxPD6Bvy8XI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FNob1MHRJl0/s72-c/395553_10150578263394048_638654047_10888921_1868587110_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7011848039726361195</id><published>2012-01-08T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:40:10.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5-hour course</title><content type='html'>Pheww what a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, I was so scared that I'll be lonely for the driving course today. I woke up early and went downstairs and got ready for the lady who registered me to pick me up. She said she would pick me at up at 7.30 am or so. I waited and waited and at 7.40 am she came. When I walked out from the house I saw a familiar face. It was Rachel! :D Yay ada kawan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got in her car, she said "I brought your friend along." and I just smiled. Then she asked me "Do you know Joshua?" and I was like who is that. So I turned and saw there's another guy with us. Yeah I don't know him. Never see him before so I said no. He's from St. Thomas by the way and we had lunch together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we arrived at the driving institute around 7.50 am like that or almost 8 I think. There were not many people there. When they called out my name for thumb-printing, it failed for three times. And I was really worried that I have to pay RM20. But thank goodness  finally the computer recognized it. I was assigned to Room 1 and there was only one person there. Then Rachel came. I'm just so glad we're in the same class. We did the 'Colour Blind' Test and after that they asked us to move to Room 2. When we entered Room 2 I was like 0_0 'why are we sitting facing a folding wall?'. It was full when we entered. Only the front row was empty so what to do, have to sit in front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly someone came and unfolded the wooden wall. The people in Room 3 sitting behind the wall was ....SURPRISED! HAHAHAH OMG THEIR FACES ARE LIKE ...I don't know how to describe but Rachel and I laughed. Then there's this slide and the teacher talked and talked but honestly I couldn't get a word he's saying. I can't explain how he talked but when he talk, I can't hear whatever word he's saying. His voice is loud but ....well, forget about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch break. Joshua, Rachel and I went to SCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rachel and I came back to our class and this time, we decided to sit in front. Then there's a slide again but this time with a different teacher. This teacher I tell you, his voice is super LOUD and the way he speaks, you'll feel yourself like living in a military camp. and to our surprise, he was once a commander in various army's camp. WOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we listened and listened we got so sleepy but we can't sleep in front of him. He always looked at our row. Then as I turned my head to the left, I saw this guy sleeping. Nang antap ehh. OMG. His friend beside him was putting his head down. But you know what, that guy was so cute when he sleeps. OMG when he smiles. Aduh eh cair hati! And oh there was this guy who looks like Stamford. Actually his face don't really look like him but his actions are. He really reminded me of Stamford. But yeah, that was the past. I'm moving forward now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Rachel and I want to be together so we decided to the Computer Test on Thursday but not sure yet what time. We'll discussed it together soon. I really want to finish everything up early. I want to feel that feeling of going out with friends without worrying about your parents having problem to send and fetch you up and at the end you'll have to cancel your outings with a reason - no transport. I want to be free cause that's what it's all about once SPM finish isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm tired. That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ik-xv7PYIWA?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made it to the Top 10 List! Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new YouTube account because the old one ...I forgot my password so I wasn't able to like, comment and subscribe. Do add me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/craveforpotatoes?feature=guide"&gt;craveforpotatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-7011848039726361195?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7011848039726361195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-hour-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7011848039726361195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7011848039726361195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-hour-course.html' title='5-hour course'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ik-xv7PYIWA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7331280118316326116</id><published>2012-01-06T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:52:52.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The keyboard gave me trouble and the Wifi was working slow so I couldn't update. But today, my patience reached it's limit. No matter how slow the Internet is or how the keyboard is trying to mess with me - I AM GOING TO UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;31/12/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - It was New Year's Eve and I suggested to my family that we should stay at Damai before school reopens. After we went shopping and got myself a new spec, we packed our stuff and we went straight to Damai. When we reached Damai Beach Resort, omg there were so many people. There was no parking and the beach was crowded with people. So my dad went to the reservation and asked if there is any empty room and just like I guessed, there were no more rooms. We were all very disappointed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going back home with disappointment was more disappointing! So my dad suggested we stayed at Damai Puri. There were many empty rooms there so we stayed there for 2 days 1 night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;01/01/2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - New Year and also my dad's birthday! After we check-out from Damai Puri we stopped by at Kampung Budaya and we watched a dance performance. It was really fun and I get to learn a lot of things there. My dad asked us where we want to eat for dinner and I said since it was my dad's birthday, why not give my dad a chance to choose a place for dinner. He chose Station One at Hills Shopping Mall. We ate there. Then few moments later, my brother and his girlfriend came and bought a cake for my dad. My dad said he only want to blow the candle at home but my brother told him to blow the candle there. When my dad went to the toilet, my brother took out the cake from the box and lighted up four big candles. Yes my dad is forty years old this year. When my dad came he had no choice but to blow the candles there. I knew my dad was shy. On top of the cake was a cherry. He took the cherry and asked my mum to eat it but she didn't want to. He asked my brother, my brother's girlfriend, my younger brother and I to eat the cherry but we all turned down the offer. I told my dad he is getting old and he's the one who must eat the cherry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, nothing much happen. Next day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; (05/01/2012)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Kuching flooded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(06/01/2012)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the sun shines brightly at my area. Yesterday night my dad went to grandfather's house to take a few stuff from there. And today my dad showed off a chocolate that my grandfather bought from Australia. My dad got happy and excited because the chocolate's name is "ohhenry". Yes my dad's name on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I'll be going on a course. A driving course. So maybe next Thursday or Saturday I'll be sitting for the Law Test. Damn law is so hard. 500 questions but only 50 questions will be asked. I just hope I pass :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-7331280118316326116?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7331280118316326116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/keyboard-gave-me-trouble-and-wifi-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7331280118316326116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7331280118316326116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/keyboard-gave-me-trouble-and-wifi-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-2571523401896538483</id><published>2012-01-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:45:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Juntaek</title><content type='html'>I actually want to update about New Year's Eve and New Year stuff but it's late and there are so many stuff happening which means it's going to be a long update and I am too lazy to shorten it up and I was supposed to be sleeping right now but I must say I can't help but to update some cute stuff! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tUXpcP9NPvE?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch this too :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o6UzCtTSXRY?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD HE IS JUST SO ADORABLE!!!! Oh yeah he is Oh Juntaek from HITT! Gosh I fell in love with him when I heard him singing his part in Good Night MV. I fell in love with his voice at that time and I was not even bothered to know how he looked like. Was not interested at first. But when I finally saw his face, my felts away - faster than the speed of light :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F-iwwqQABwc?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:25 - Howon, maknae.&lt;br /&gt;0:43 - Hyunjun.&lt;br /&gt;0:56 - Wooram.&lt;br /&gt;1:12 - Hayong, leader.&lt;br /&gt;1:14 - Jaehun, rapper.&lt;br /&gt;1:38 - Drumroll~ Juntaek! Try to listen to his voice. Oh my so manly :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-2571523401896538483?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2571523401896538483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-juntaek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/2571523401896538483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/2571523401896538483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-juntaek.html' title='Oh Juntaek'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tUXpcP9NPvE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-1559680787680103486</id><published>2011-12-31T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:39:49.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop disturbing</title><content type='html'>Thought my life was finally at peace when she stopped messaging me. But I was wrong. Yesterday morning someone with a number messaged me saying 'hi'. Okay so here's how the conversation go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Unknown: Hye&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Faiz...u lydia kan&lt;br /&gt;(at that moment I thought it was Faiz, my classmate in Bintulu but I wasn't really sure so I asked....)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Faiz Bintulu ya ka?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: bukan saye Faiz selangor..&lt;br /&gt;(I thought my old friend who stay in Bintulu named Faiz was playing on me so I asked....)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Faiz selangor?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Auk...awak lydia kan&lt;br /&gt;Me: Auk. Pahal?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Xda...adik mek tauk ktk...ktk dah ada gerek ka.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Xda. Sapa adik?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Aini...dia skolah kat smk green road...awk sudi jadi gerek saye..&lt;br /&gt;(and I thought 'Aini?!!!' OMG that girl came back?!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know Aini. How? *flashback*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second day of the ITF Championship. I had to come because I have to help Amelia putting on the sparring equipment since no one was able to come that day and it was Sunday. On the way, I received a text message from and unknown number. Like usual it begins with a 'hi' and I asked 'who is this?' and she replied 'Aini'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked again Aini who and she said she was the girl whom Amber and I helped to put on the sparring equipment the day before. And yeah I do remember helping her putting on it because Amber was asking for my help. And I do remember her. I asked her how she get my number. And she replied she got it from her friend. And I asked who is her friend and she wouldn't tell me because her friend told her not to. And yeah she is from green road and I'm sure her friend would most probably in green road as well. BUT I knows no one in Green Road except Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought this girl is lying and a stalker. I kept asking her to tell me the name of her friend who gave my number to her. And she asked whether I am mad with her. And I WAS but I was trying to be polite so I told her that I will get really mad if someone lied to me especially my number is given to anyone I didn't know. And she told me the whole story bla bla bla .....wasting my time she just didn't answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked for Ernie's help to help investigate this Aini. And she agreed. She pretended to be a guy and so on....she knows how to do the investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when Ernie was investigating on her by messaging her she was also messaging me. She asked me whether she can be friends with me and I thought ....fine I'll give her another chance and I said okay. BUT &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; she said she wanted to be &lt;strike&gt;more than friends.&lt;/strike&gt; Oh for crying out loud, yes she wanted to be more than friend and I thought .........(nasty stuff came through my mind) but I don't want to judge a person wrongly. So I asked how is that 'more than friend'. And she said, "it's hard to explain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I kept thinking of that. I know you're thinking of the same thing too. Then at that moment I stopped messaging her. She kept messaging me and so on but I just claimed that my credit is getting less and less. &lt;br /&gt;And oh, she even asked me while messaging to give her some credit. WTH! You celcom mine is Digi how to transfer? Even if there is a way of transferring I wouldn't do because I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later then, Ernie came with her 'report' lol. Some basic things about Aini and so on. But to my surprise Ernie also geli with her. Ernie was pretending to be a guy and this Aini said to 'Ernie' that she love 'him' so much blabla bla sampe type 'muah' gik ya to Ernie who's pretending to be a guy. I can't remember well how but there's no need to remember anyway. At that instant I thought this Aini is really flirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Faiz's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Me: Tunggu lok. Awk faiz nok ne? Asal cne?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Saye mohd faiz asal dari sarawak...saye anak dato...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dari kuching ka? primary school skolah cne?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Saye tingkatan 4 skolah petrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;(then I knew this is really NOT A REAL Faiz my old friend)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cne dapat number?&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: Adik saye..&lt;br /&gt;(my hand turned into a ball of fist and I was really mad. seriously. this is even worst than messaging with apin. at least apin makes you laugh out loud with his stupidness)&lt;br /&gt;Me: -not replying anymore-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was how it is. And ohhhh he messaged me again this morning. And this time I don't even bother to reply him.&lt;br /&gt;About that anak dato thing, he thinks I want to be his girlfriend even if he anak dato. Please lah. I had my eyes on that mechanic in Sarikei. Hehehehe ;D He is so cute! Met him that day and he was washing the car. So cute. He took out the carpet from the front seat and cleaned it. After he finished waxing the car, he gave the car key to my dad and smiled. And my dad asked for the carpet and he was like oh yeah. Hahahah he so blur, forgot the carpet and he was smiling shyly from my dad. Awww &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather be with the mechanic guy than with anak dato who only know how to kacau people with his annoying messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-1559680787680103486?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1559680787680103486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/stop-disturbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/1559680787680103486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/1559680787680103486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/stop-disturbing.html' title='Stop disturbing'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-4419245641758065435</id><published>2011-12-30T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T10:42:48.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beside you</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BwYdps8JGfg?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLL focus at Taefung :D&lt;br /&gt;0:22 - look at him (the one wearing cap) spinning around beside Zin! Cuteeee&lt;br /&gt;0:56 - Ngegeh :P Tauk tauk jak camera focus kat nya alulah. Hahahaha! Adorable :) If some of you still can't recognize which one is Taefung, he's the one who wave his hand to the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-4419245641758065435?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4419245641758065435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/beside-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4419245641758065435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4419245641758065435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/beside-you.html' title='Beside you'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BwYdps8JGfg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-6293016669737870911</id><published>2011-12-29T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:42:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Sibu yesterday. So I'm HOMEEEEEEEEEE :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back home. No matter where you go, near or far home is always the best place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year is just ...okay. Woke up early on Christmas Day because my family and I planned to attend a mass in Sarikei, St. Anthony's Church. The journey from Ibus (my longhouse) to Sarikei took about one hour or less. After the mass ended, we ate. Then we went back to the longhouse. And all I do is sleep. I was tired kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in the longhouse was not as fun as Gawai. During Gawai, there were games and many more other fun activities. But it's okay though. In my opinion Christmas should be celebrated by confession and attending Christmas mass. Also doing some charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh 2011 is almost to an end now.&lt;br /&gt;Which also&amp;nbsp; means, left two more days till my dad smoke. My dad promised to quit smoking on 01/01/2012 which is also his birthday. Well, it better be true. My brother also has quit smoking months ago. Thank You Lord for listening to my prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my dad's resolution for new year and I still have no idea what's my resolution for this upcoming new year. There are so many things that I want to achieve but it takes time to be completed. Right now I really have to ......cut my nails. It's hard typing with long nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is reopening next week. I can't imagine the fact that next week, everyone will be waking up at 5 or 5.30 in the morning and getting ready for school while I will still be happily sleeping ;)&lt;br /&gt;Saw ad from Eyesight Optic few days ago. They were having some Year end sale which also means a suitable time to buy a new spec though I must admit that my degree is increasing and I hate wearing specs but ....there's nothing else I can do. I'm scared to wear contact lens. I should hurry and buy a new spec before the end of 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-6293016669737870911?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6293016669737870911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6293016669737870911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6293016669737870911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-5083373699520335288</id><published>2011-12-22T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:41:06.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Thumbs up for me for constantly changing the design. Bleh :| I was bored. But I like this font :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year is coming and I really need of a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's it for tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-5083373699520335288?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5083373699520335288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/5083373699520335288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/5083373699520335288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-3544351304868210785</id><published>2011-12-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:44:16.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Before I'm going back to my long house, just a short update ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things happening today. I was supposed to go on an outing with friends but I couldn't make it. Have to arrange my stuff and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning .....wtf my dad wore a wig! Not just any wig but a lady's wig :O My dad is really crazy. Few months ago my mum bought that wig just for fun. But this morning, I dunno what happen maybe that time my mum was in the bathroom taking her shower and my dad sneak in into the cupboard, found the wig, wore it and scared us all downstairs. Yeah ....like wtf -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR result came out today! And I texted my junior, Mitchelle and just as I thought she got Straight As! I'm so proud of my ITF juniors no matter what their results are. At least this year the number of candidates who got Straight As increases! From 28 to 44. But overall, PMR does not really matter. SPM is the most important of all. My year was nerve-wrecking! The result came out on Christmas Eve and I thought to myself if I don't get Straight As I could just kill myself. Well, that was PMR case. But SPM I don't really care if I don't get Straight As because SPM IS REALLY HARD DDDD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received a good news from my younger brother who heard it from my mum that my uncle who has been married for 7 years is going to have his first baby! YES his wife is pregnant. Finally :)))) My other uncle who is younger than my uncle that one got married on 2008 and has his first baby on 2010. Awesomeeeeee! It was a baby girl named Claire. I hope this one from my uncle who's older will be a boy :D Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing is ......the toilet smells really Bad. Really really really BAD. Dunno why but there is something in there that produces&amp;nbsp; stinky smell. Cicak mati? Tikus mati? :OOOO Speaking of tikus, I saw a huge one few days ago when I was about to give Jack, my dog his food. Huge and fat and black. Ech -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ...umm that's all and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-3544351304868210785?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3544351304868210785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/3544351304868210785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/3544351304868210785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-5504881513531578397</id><published>2011-12-18T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:46:13.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Y)</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD YOU SHOULD REALLY LISTEN TO THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4IReNUG-XPg?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweeeeeeeeet (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's my favourite! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JbqOplWlTcc?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this too on my Facebook. I can't help but to share this beautiful piece :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to his other cover on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;Go and subscribe him!&lt;br /&gt;And ..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5YzK4_lrrbM?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-5504881513531578397?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5504881513531578397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/5504881513531578397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/5504881513531578397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/y.html' title='(Y)'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4IReNUG-XPg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-8248456657722079298</id><published>2011-12-16T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T18:29:22.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X5</title><content type='html'>Since I have no idea what to post, I'll post this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8qro_MskwYo?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of you have ever heard of them, let me do the introducing. Sit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS X-5 people! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to introduce the members. As the name implies, there is five members in this group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 0:09 .....is Zin.&lt;br /&gt;0:18 ....is Taefung my boy :P&lt;br /&gt;0:25 ....is Sulhu the youngest.&lt;br /&gt;0:33 ...is Haewon who kinda looks like Park Jungmin from SS501 don't ya think so?&lt;br /&gt;0:48 ...is Ghun, the leader and he is very easy to find here because he's the only one wearing different colour than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One unique fact about them is that their height is ranging from 184cm - 189cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG 0____________0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-8248456657722079298?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8248456657722079298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/x5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8248456657722079298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8248456657722079298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/x5.html' title='X5'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8qro_MskwYo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7881750968533490776</id><published>2011-12-14T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T19:33:59.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>My mum wanted to dye her hair so I followed. At first, I only thought of cutting my hair ...but I pretty like it's this long. Then I thought of straightening my hair but I've done it few times and I kinda like my hair being naturally curly :) Then I thought maybe I should get a highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I browse through the list of hair colours, I thought I should just dye my hair. And I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what colour it was but it a has a little bit green and brown but .......too bad the green one can't be seen clearly. Maybe the next time my mum went to the saloon I want to dye it again. More &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-7881750968533490776?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/7881750968533490776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7881750968533490776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/7881750968533490776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-5637642082558473663</id><published>2011-12-13T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:22:59.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gum</title><content type='html'>After a whole lot of observations and researches, I've come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I SERIOUSLY HAVE TO SEE A DENTIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's my problem?&lt;br /&gt;I have the exact same problem with &lt;a href="http://www.medhelp.org/posts/Dental-Health/foul-smell-along-one-area-of-gum/show/421300"&gt;this person&lt;/a&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope the dentist will not pull out any of my tooth as it is just some problem with the gum. Andddd I realllllly HOPE the smell will be gone &lt;b&gt;SOON&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-5637642082558473663?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/5637642082558473663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/gum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/5637642082558473663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/5637642082558473663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/gum.html' title='Gum'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-8880737637197284332</id><published>2011-12-12T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:27:17.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nth.</title><content type='html'>Ada cinta~&lt;br /&gt;Yang ku rasakan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. okay. I really can't get over with that song.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now I really wanna marry an Indonesian. Especially when I saw few Indonesians in church last August when the church celebrated Indonesia's Independence Day. I still could not forget that guy in front with his mum and little sister wearing black jeans and black long sleeved buttoned shirt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am so in love with Morgan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righttttt I should really stop talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-8880737637197284332?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8880737637197284332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/nth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8880737637197284332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8880737637197284332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/nth.html' title='nth.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-4267776160388595193</id><published>2011-12-12T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:02:02.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toothache.</title><content type='html'>I.AM.SO.EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth down here is aching&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-4267776160388595193?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4267776160388595193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/toothache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4267776160388595193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4267776160388595193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/toothache.html' title='toothache.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-1805413875683248092</id><published>2011-12-11T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:30:17.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5S22011</title><content type='html'>Last night was AWESOME!!! XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with my friends and classmates. But too bad not many of us can come. Not even half of the class came last night.&lt;br /&gt;All we did was taking pictures with each other. I didn't take any picture. I'm just gonna take the pictures uploaded by my friends from Facebook ;)&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad towards the end of the night. When some of us have to go back home, we hugged each other. Actually, I would cry last night but I just cried at heart D;&lt;br /&gt;After this, maybe we will not be seeing each other anymore but I do hope, coincidence happens. I do hope that somewhere out there I can coincidentally meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I LOVE 5SCIENCE2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-1805413875683248092?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/1805413875683248092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/5s22011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/1805413875683248092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/1805413875683248092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/5s22011.html' title='5S22011'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-6523803820900393265</id><published>2011-12-10T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:48:29.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say ...tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt; IS THE NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to meet my friends again, my classmates and teachers especially. Cikgu Yustina &amp;amp; Cikgu Chung, best class teacher ever in my secondary school lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish the moment ....&lt;b&gt;tonight &lt;/b&gt;;)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-6523803820900393265?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6523803820900393265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-say-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6523803820900393265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6523803820900393265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-say-tonight.html' title='I say ...tonight'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-2662024823295003072</id><published>2011-12-10T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:56:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BEFORE SPM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my brothers - bowling, movies and karaoke. Went out with my family to the beach, kampung and rumah panjang to see how the folks doing there.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks before SPM, we went to KL to help pack my brother's stuff. I spent the whole time shopping and playing at Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AFTER SPM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; ;_________;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-2662024823295003072?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/2662024823295003072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/reverse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/2662024823295003072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/2662024823295003072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/reverse.html' title='Reverse.'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-8991075204950735489</id><published>2011-12-09T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T22:37:01.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work?</title><content type='html'>I have &lt;b&gt;tremendous&lt;/b&gt; list of work to do EVERYDAY at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Wake up at 8 or 9 am and watch some videos on YouTube until 10 or 11 something.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat (brunch time) ;D&lt;br /&gt;3. Shower for like half an hour to an hour or so ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Facebook. Blogging. YouTube. Poker! &lt;br /&gt;5. Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch TV ....for a while.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go up to my room, lying on the bed, berangan-angan.&lt;br /&gt;8. Shower ....if lazy, just stay in bed while watching some videos.&lt;br /&gt;9. Again - Facebook, Blogging, YouTube and this time SM*SH! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;10. Nothing to do - Sleep! ;)&lt;br /&gt;11. Watching some movies from YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;12. On a regular day, watching MasterChef Malaysia. Have to support Brian kay.&lt;br /&gt;13. Still hyper - watch Phineas and Ferb or Kick Buttowski or That's So Raven or Even Stevens on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sleep.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no dinner ....which is actually a good thing! It's time to get kurus babeh! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list will eventually go on until ............the day the result of SPM ;)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-8991075204950735489?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8991075204950735489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8991075204950735489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8991075204950735489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/work.html' title='Work?'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-7021956599768850329</id><published>2011-12-09T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:51:59.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayhem in OVJ</title><content type='html'>So last night I watched Opera Van Java with Smash. Ohhhh they are just so adorable! Especially Morgan! He is such a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1IDIqRf4KFg?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;So first let me introduce this show called Opera Van Java. The guest star(s) and the permanent stars will be given a character. Each episode there will be a different story and different characters to play. They will not be given any script. The one who will lead them is the Dalang, the one who narrates the story and the stars will play their own character according to the narration. Since there is no script, the stars have to talk or play the story their own way. Sometimes they kind of playing the characters out of the story. That is why this show is kind of kelam kabut ....or ngawur as Indonesian say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up here, there is a video from the show featuring Smash. That one is just the first part. &lt;br /&gt;In the second part, Bisma is so funny dancing around.&lt;br /&gt;The third part, Morgan acts as the father and he was supposed to scold his 'daughter' because she was partying around and not studying. But ....Morgan is just so cool and gentleman that he can't scold her. Awww &amp;lt;3 The fourth part, Morgan's 'daughter' ran away from home and came to a station. There she was robbed and got killed. The robbers are Ilham (Smash - guest star) and Sule (permanent star) along with Dicky who acts as the pengamen or penyanyi jalanan. Yeah, it was so funny seeing them. The fifth part is just the continuous of the fourth part. In the sixth part, Morgan's 'daughter' became a ghost with Rangga who also act as a ghost because he also was 'brutally' murdered. Rangga is so funny with his action. I really can't stop laughing! Especially the part where he fell because he sat on the fake chair which he thought was real.  There is another Opera Van Java which features Smash and other guest stars. It was funny too but I prefer this one more.   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I kept watching videos of Smash despite the Wi-fi is being a bit slow today. Patience pays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell Morgan was born in Singkawang, Kalimantan Barat? I Googled and found out that place is somewhere near Kuching. I have no idea how to show it here, but you can just Google Map it and there you see it's .....well not literally, kind of near Kuching. But Jakarta is far from here :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morganmorganmorganmorganmorganmorganmorganmorganmorganmorgan ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ooBQJolN50/TuBywEWS5vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0tkEtQKhGHc/s1600/morgan-smash-tidur-manis-12669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ooBQJolN50/TuBywEWS5vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0tkEtQKhGHc/s320/morgan-smash-tidur-manis-12669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M8Xu8FqTQ8/TuBywAn5h2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/-jcOWES57OQ/s1600/ogan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M8Xu8FqTQ8/TuBywAn5h2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/-jcOWES57OQ/s320/ogan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG when he smiles, I can feel my heart skips a beat. Morgan why you do this to me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-6838758862915564481?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/6838758862915564481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/morganoey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6838758862915564481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/6838758862915564481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/morganoey.html' title='morganoey'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ooBQJolN50/TuBywEWS5vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0tkEtQKhGHc/s72-c/morgan-smash-tidur-manis-12669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-8027000288803303349</id><published>2011-12-08T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:46:35.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert&amp;Brian</title><content type='html'>I seriously have nothing to do this time of the day so .....let's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad that Robert got eliminated from &lt;b&gt;E&amp;O's Search for AFC Next Celebrity Chef.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAziET8pVt0/TuBoerdYueI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jh-tN1YuGxo/s1600/img_contestant_robert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAziET8pVt0/TuBoerdYueI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jh-tN1YuGxo/s320/img_contestant_robert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is Robert. Oh my I can't believe he is just so cute! He kinda looks like Bro P HEHEHEHEHHH XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NAME: Robert&lt;br /&gt;AGE: 29&lt;br /&gt;COUNTRY: Philippines&lt;br /&gt;OCCUPATION: Restaurant Manager&lt;br /&gt;Besides his love for the culinary arts, Robert has a degree in Business Management. He attributes his business acumen to being Chinese, and hence always looking at things with a hint of business perspective, even with food.&lt;br /&gt;Robert loves to socialize and interact with interesting people, despite being seen as usually quiet and shy. He considers himself to be witty and quirky where others think he is funny even without him trying. However, he doesn’t respond well to pressure and stress, and finds comfort by squeezing on stress balls.&lt;br /&gt;In his free time, Robert loves listening to all genres of music except heavy rock, and playing the classic computer games like Playstation and Gameboy. Otherwise, you can find him browsing through the aisles for new products at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;He loves his grandmother’s cooking, and knew that he had a passion for cooking as a young boy when he would continuously run into the kitchen at home to help. He feels that homecooked meals are comfort food that are straight-forward, tasty and flavourful without being too fancy. He moved on to simple frying, and eventually tried his hand at making desserts. Now, he looks to famous dessert chefs like Anna Olson, Lynn Crawford, Corbin Tomaszeski, and Laura Calder for inspiration and direction.&lt;br /&gt;Robert believes that he still has many things to explore and learn. When he was in Singapore to pursue his studies in the culinary arts, he had the opportunity to meet different kinds of people from different walks of life, and to taste all kinds of food and ingredients that he never thought existed before!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;5 MINUTES WITH ROBERT&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do you think you have the potential to be the winner of E&amp;O Search for AFC’s Next Celebrity Chef?&lt;br /&gt;I have never considered myself to be competitive, let alone win a competition filled with such talented people! I’m just here to see how far I can go. However, I’m very happy that I am at least fulfilling one life long dream of being on television!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, being part of this competition has opened my eyes to many things like managing and operating a cooking business. I hope that one day I can open a small restaurant that serves good simple and honest food, together with good service so that people will want to come back for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your first memorable food experience?&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was in school, I wrote a recipe that I cook at home in one of my essays. I got a really good grade because my teacher actually tried it at home and loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which three (3) ingredients can you not live without? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Eggs, salt, and sugar! I can’t live without salt and sugar as they can make a lot of impact with the taste and flavour of the dish that you are cooking. As for eggs, there are just an endless list of things that you can do with eggs! They can be served on its own, as an appetizer, entrée or even a dessert and it mixes very well with other ingredients too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name one (1) ingredient that best represents you. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Again, I must say eggs! They are often underestimated compared to other products such as beef, fish, chicken, etc. But eggs are actually very versatile and they can transform dishes to become another totally different amazing dish! Like me, eggs are understated, but we can accomplish great things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which kitchen pet peeve of yours irks out your peers?&lt;br /&gt;I have very little tolerance for people who are disorganized in the kitchen! Also for people who bully their way in the kitchen just so they can look good. Its times like these that I get really cranky and transform into bad Robert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could choose, what would your last meal be?&lt;br /&gt;Roasted duck or goose, served with plum sauce. They are to die for and the “yum” factor is through the roof!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was not his luck. Now my hope turns to Brian. I really wanted him to be &lt;b&gt;MasterChef Malaysia&lt;/b&gt;. He's playful, cute, cooks well and friendly. So please Brian, do not disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWmoEGOwpPU/TuBpLD0RiqI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fNV9Iyg1RJM/s1600/24813_a7091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" width="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWmoEGOwpPU/TuBpLD0RiqI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fNV9Iyg1RJM/s320/24813_a7091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRIAN CHEN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Umur: 25&lt;br /&gt;Asal: Damansara&lt;br /&gt;Pekerjaan: Auditor&lt;br /&gt;Hidangan Kegemaran: Hidangan Sayuran&lt;br /&gt;Lokasi Percutian Kegemaran: Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;Masakan Kegemaran Untuk Dimasak: Masakan untuk kesihatan&lt;br /&gt;Pencuci Mulut Kegemaran: Carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or Savoury: Both&lt;br /&gt;Chilli or Garlic: Both&lt;br /&gt;Profil&lt;br /&gt;Penyakit kanser yang dihidapi ayah Brian tidak memutuskan semangatnya untuk terus maju. Malah situasi inilah yang mengilhamkan Brian untuk memasak masakan sihat dengan diet istimewa khas buat ayahnya. Tidak mungkin Brian terjebak dalam bidang masakan ini tanpa dorongan dan semangat daripada ayahnya. &lt;br /&gt;Kesegaran sesuatu masakan dengan kualiti ramuan semulajadi menjadi pilihan utama Brian dalam masakannya. Masakan daripada negara Perancis terutamanya yang menjadikan sayuran segar sebagai bahan utama sentiasa digunakan Brian dalam masakannya. &lt;br /&gt;Brian sangat mengagumi sebilangan chef yang merubah kehidupan mereka daripada bidang bukan masakan kepada bidang masakan sehingga menjadi chef terkenal di dunia. Antaranya adalah Chef Wan yang merupakan seorang akauntan sebelum bergelar Chef Selebriti Terbaik Dunia, Laura Calder, chef yang berasal dari Kanada, merupakan graduan dari London School of Economics dan mendiang Julia Child yang pernah menjadi jurutaip di Office of Strategic Services semasa Perang Dunia Kedua. &lt;br /&gt;Menjadi tanggungjawab Brian untuk memasak kepada kedua ibu bapanya. Mereka berdualah sumber inspirasi Brian untuk meneruskan perjalanan dalam bidang kulinari. Bapanya yang menghidap kanser membuatkan Brian ingin mencuba diet istimewa khas buat bapanya. &lt;br /&gt;Impian Brian adalah untuk memberi harapan kepada sesiapa sahaja yang ingin mengubah dari gaya hidup sekarang kepada bidang kulinari. Menurutnya, tidak mustahil bagi sesiapa sahaja yang mempunyai kesungguhan dalam memasak untuk terus menyusuri perjalanan ini. Jika seorang auditor boleh memasak, sesiapa juga boleh memasak! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the recipes from MasterChef Malaysia website. I went to see all Brian's recipes and  to be honest, he named his dish weird ...but cute!&lt;br /&gt;Many tried his "Ayam Curahan Hati" and said it taste good. I am gonna try one if only I am able to find the ingredients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-8027000288803303349?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/8027000288803303349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/robert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8027000288803303349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/8027000288803303349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/robert.html' title='Robert&amp;Brian'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAziET8pVt0/TuBoerdYueI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jh-tN1YuGxo/s72-c/img_contestant_robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-3963817147700552012</id><published>2011-12-08T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:12:06.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLASTtttttt</title><content type='html'>Am not in the mood to update about &lt;strike&gt;secondary school lives. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I really can't keep my obsession anymore. I have to admit I'm a &lt;b&gt;SMASHBLAST&lt;/b&gt;! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCING SMASH .........Indonesian boyband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this boyband follows the style of Kpop. But thinking about it again, Kpop and anything related to it has indeed spreading all over the world. I see no wrong in their style and songs. I mean we tend to follow our idols .....of course, we are human. What I like most about this group is that, they are sporting and funny on TV Shows like Opera Van Java and they are being themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't care what other people say about Smash. One thing for sure, I support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WRPOo3wiPH4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rafael&lt;/b&gt; - The leader and also playful. Love watching him in this drama called "Cinta Cenat Cenut". He is so ngegeh in there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rangga&lt;/b&gt; - This guy has cute cheeks. Many says he is "Pipi Bakso" which I have no idea what it meant. He is also a cat lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morgan &lt;/b&gt;- Fell for him for the first time I saw him. He is so cute and he laughs at lame stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bisma&lt;/b&gt; - He is so cute. If I'm not mistaken, he's the shortest but I must say he has lots of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dicky&lt;/b&gt; - He is a funnyman. In Opera Van Java, he tried to make Dalang fell by pushing Rangga forward and he 'fainted' all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reza&lt;/b&gt; - He's the rapper and we are of the same age. Can't really describe much about him because I just knew these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ilham&lt;/b&gt; - He looks weird in the video but he looks cute when he smiles. He is Reza's younger brother by one year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-3963817147700552012?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/3963817147700552012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/blasttttttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/3963817147700552012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/3963817147700552012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/blasttttttt.html' title='BLASTtttttt'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WRPOo3wiPH4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952042899102919071.post-4078108260472439150</id><published>2011-12-02T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:58:33.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History of education</title><content type='html'>I deleted my previous posts. I decided to make my blog more organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SPM is finally over. Well, it was officially over on the 30th November 2011. All those hard work has finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the history of my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1999&lt;/b&gt; - My first year in St. Anthony's Kindergaten. To be brutally honest, I still carry my milk bottle around that time. I cried on the first day because I didn't want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2000&lt;/b&gt; - Second year of kindergaten. I still remember vividly what I studied there. Reading, counting, Chinese and Christian teaching. Oh I even learn how to brush my teeth properly. A dentist came and demonstrated. We even get a free toothbrush! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2001&lt;/b&gt; - I entered primary school in SK Kampung Jepak, Bintulu. My first day was .....well not so much different to my first year in kindergaten. I cried too. But this time, silently. I still remember during my orientation, we played some games and I met some friends there. I was placed in 1 Ikhlas. There were 4 classes of every primary level. For Primary 1, there was 1 Ikhlas, 1 Jujur, 1 Amanah and 1 Setia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2002&lt;/b&gt; - Starting this year, the school had standardized the name of the class. Every primary level, the class' name will consists of Biru, Kuning, Hijau and Merah. I was placed in 2 Biru. I still remember everytime during BM class with Cikgu Ibrahim, he always aimed me to answer his question because ...........I talked the most. I remember I spelled 'topi keledar' as 'topi kalendar' and he scolded me real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2003 &lt;/b&gt;- I was in 3 Kuning. I remembered many of classmates got lost searching for the class. My class was far from other classes. My class was on the first floor at Block B (Science Lab, Bilik KH, Library). The other primary 3 classes was at Block C .....eh or is it Block A? I can't remember that part very well. Next to our class was a ....'mysterious' room. That room had never been used since long ago. And there was a small hole on the wall. Many said the room was haunted and we can see ghosts from the small hole. I remembered my friends and I tried peeping through the hole and we got caught for walking out of class without permission by our Math teacher, Cikgu Abdul Rahman who is now the headmaster there. He made us stand in front of the class and promised him not to go out from class without permission. And oh, he was also the one who kept matchmaking Chris and I. Overall, primary 3 was like the beginning of my friendship with most of my classmates. We played around the most during primary 3. Well since the class was so far away from the staff room, many teachers came late to teach us. While waiting, we played 'jadi' or throwing the duster to the spinning fan. I remembered I kena the duster when Meon and Zulkifli threw the duster to the spinning fan and they were LAUGHING THEIR ASS OFF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2004&lt;/b&gt; - My class is still at Block C. During our primary 3 year, there was nobody in the next class. Only at this year, the school put my class (4 Kuning) next to 3 Kuning. Still, we have to wait quite long for the teacher to teach. It was the first year at that time, learning Science. I hated Science that time. It was so hard to understand. But my problem was solved not long when a new teacher came, Cikgu Kevin to teach us Science. He was the best teacher ever! While teaching, he would tell us some story. Mostly ghost story. I remembered during his last day in the school, we told him we don't want to study but instead listening to his ghost story. There was two period of Science. When the period finished, our BM teacher (Cikgu Mahali) came. Cikgu Kevin was unable to finish his third ghost story so he said he would tell the story to us next time. But we kept urging him to continue. The conversation was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Us: Cikgu! Sambunglah.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Kevin: Macam mana saya nak sambung? Tu cikgu kamu sudah datang. Nantilah cikgu sambung.&lt;br /&gt;Us: Cikgu sambung jak. Apa jadi lepas ya?&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Kevin: Mana boleh. Cikgu kamu tu kesian tunggu lama lama.&lt;br /&gt;(We looked at Cikgu Mahali)&lt;br /&gt;Us: Cikgu. Tak perlu ajar. Mok dengar cerita hantu.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Mahali: Mana boleh tak ajar. Nanti kamu nak belajar apa?&lt;br /&gt;Us: Cikgu Kevin dah mok pergi esok. Please lah cikgu. Lepas habis Cikgu Kevin pergi sukahati cikgu lah mok ajar apa.&lt;br /&gt;(Cikgu Mahali thought for a moment. Looking at us. Looking at Cikgu Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Mahali: Ok lah. Esok cikgu ajar.&lt;br /&gt;Us: YAY!!!! (looked at Cikgu Kevin) Sambung lah cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Kevin: (shook his head) Kamu ni....sanggup tak belajar.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he continued his story. The next day, there was an assembly and it was announced that Cikgu Kevin would move to the other school. My friends and I cried at that moment. After assembly, we went to our class and we were still crying. We had to exchange class because after assembly was Moral/Pendidikan Islam period. After that, it was Science period. Cikgu Kevin came to our class and he shared out his feelings to us. &lt;br /&gt;He said, he had lots of fun teaching us Science even though some of us failed our exam recently which includes me. He even said our class was the best class he ever taught. At that instant, many of us were crying including me. We tear some blank pages from our book and asked for his autograph. I still remember seeing his eyes filled with tears. It was so sad at that time and thinking about it now made me cry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU CIKGU KEVIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2005&lt;/b&gt; - Finally, my class was at Block A! 5 Kuning with the rest of the primary 5 classes at the same block. Mr Wong, our English teacher was also our class teacher! He was very strict with our class' condition. Everything must be clean and well arranged. When we first entered the class, we sat according to our own liking. But then Mr Wong realized we talked a lot when we sat next to our own friend so he changed our seat. I was sitting next to Wence, an innocent looking boy but we argued almost everyday! Well, with his strictness we won Kebersihan dan Keceriaan Kelas almost every week! And during the Merdeka month, we won the best Merdeka Parade and Kebersihan Kelas! Our school was ranked 4th as the most clean schools in Bintulu. Well, Mr Wong your hard work paid off. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2006&lt;/b&gt; - Shocking news!!!!! Mr Wong would not be teaching us anymore! He would continue his studies. WHAT SAD SAD SAD NEWS! When we heard about that during assembly, we cried our heart out. Mr Wong was such an amazing teacher. He made us won many stuff. Nevertheless, we are interacting again through Facebook. He is our best teacher ever. There was also another shocking news. I had to move to Kuching. I announced it to my friends only but they started to spread it around and everyone was like "Lydia pindah?!". Well some, especially the boys, especially Chris was like "Yes! Lydia is gone! I can get number one!!!".&lt;br /&gt;18/07/2006 was my last day in SK Kampung Jepak. Two weeks before my last day, my classmates made a farewell party for me. Awwwwwwww :') terharuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;On 19/07/2006 I arrived in Kuching. Rest for a day.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, 20/07/2006 I went to my new school SK Tabuan Jaya. There I was placed in 6 Merah. I remembered my class teacher called Shaunica down to show me the way. There marked our friendship. My classmates there are all nice no difference with my classmates in Bintulu. Another shocking stuff! There also I met my long-time-never-see classmate Sollehan. I heard he moved to other school when I was in primary 5. It was shocking to see him there. And he was like "I know you" when he saw me. Overall, my primary school lives was packed with bittersweet memories and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school experiences&lt;/i&gt; .....on the next update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952042899102919071-4078108260472439150?l=thereisonlydia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/feeds/4078108260472439150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/history-of-education.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4078108260472439150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952042899102919071/posts/default/4078108260472439150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thereisonlydia.blogspot.com/2011/12/history-of-education.html' title='History of education'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004571624649349548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-991tVG3r1IY/TzissTCOWGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GYYw-s4YOZU/s220/394866_310992682256585_100000375669407_996274_1737019981_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
