<?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-5830106873897221439</id><updated>2011-11-06T13:03:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mis memorias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3916143461882517977</id><published>2009-09-13T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:10:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One pleasant Thursday, I went to class as usual, was expecting to get my calc quiz results in class. It was badly done but yet I still wanted to get it, I want to face the fact for the first time. Our lecturer told us that we can check our marks on BB7 and she would return the papers to us the next day. So after class, went to library and checked. Okay, expected. It's terrible! Nobody to put the blame on except on myself. Im getting closer and closer to the C again or maybe it will be worse this time. My mind was disturbed. Task one: check calc quiz results accomplised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task Two: My friend had lost his pen drive recently in library. So I lent him my pen drive to copy the files while I was checking my results. After copying, he left and I continued staring at the comp screen, calculating how many % I have lost in this sub. Then, after calculating and calculating, (as if the more I calculate, my marks will go up higher and higher), I finally left the library (note: without my pen drive). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way to Papparich and we were waiting at there for physics lab in main campus. Then, another friend of mine claimed that he left some stuff in library and he had to walk back all the way to ADP to get it. Cruel me, I was teasing him that time. Then after a while, FINALLY, I noticed that my pen drive wasn't with me. haha, my turn to walk back all the way to ADP library to get it. Reached the entrance of library, snapppppp, I didnt bring my student ID! (Im so not going to walk back to PappaRich adn get my student ID and walk back to library to get my pen drive and walk back to main campus for lab). Im not going to do that! So, I asked my friend to go into the library and searched for it. haha, it's gone! my pen drive is gone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3916143461882517977?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3916143461882517977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/09/eventful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3916143461882517977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3916143461882517977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/09/eventful-day.html' title='Eventful Day!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-5409322755616308085</id><published>2009-09-06T05:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:36:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA, here I come!</title><content type='html'>Went to shopping with family today at 1U. (Yay we are great! We went shopping after mega sales.) Ate Japanese food and Japanese ice- cream. According to my mum, and she heard it from someone else, probably the 'someone else' heard it from another someone else, that Japanese ice- cream stays at room temperature for about 30 mins before it starts melting. With the advanced technology Japan has, I believe that this is true. Okay then we went home, and I decided to try on some winter clothings. haha, am I that desperate to go to US? I have no idea laaaaa. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378098307556451282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SqLX6pUII9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Lwok_xOW14M/s400/DSC00438.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I showed this to my friend. His first reaction was 'Are u wearing ur lab coat?' eerr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378098301430923570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SqLX6SfsATI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0LcoBWIgVnM/s400/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378098315302898706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SqLX7GLBjBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/9bIDF1IeakY/s400/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;model of the day. haha. yay im so perasan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-5409322755616308085?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/5409322755616308085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/09/usa-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5409322755616308085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5409322755616308085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/09/usa-here-i-come.html' title='USA, here I come!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SqLX6pUII9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Lwok_xOW14M/s72-c/DSC00438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-837226132932376152</id><published>2009-09-01T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:17:44.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY POOR CAR</title><content type='html'>When I was planning to go home today, aahhhh I could not start my car. Panicked. Asked my friends for help. And I realized.... I did not pull my hand break since this morning. aaaahhhh my gear was in D instead of P. No wonder. What was I doing this morning? How could this happen? How could I off my engine without pulling my hand break and changing my gear to P. How? How? How? How? I could not understand. At that moment, I was just so glad that I could still find my car at the parking lot after class. It did not move away from the parking lot. Pheui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I was still thinking how could that happen? As usual, random thoughts started to come into my mind. Maybe someone opened my car and change it? (who will be so free to do that?) The worst one is Maybe my hand break and gear are too loose and they changed themselves? aahhhh, I was so delicate to have such 'creative' mind. That's basically what's on my mind. And I was thinking which way to use so that I could reach home earlier. I was totally not concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was thinking very hard which way to use again.( as if it would make a big difference), suddenly, "bbiiiiaaaaannnnggggg...." aaaahhhh what is that now? looked back from my mirror. There's a white metal plate on the road. I supposed its original shape should be a flat one. But when I looked at it, it already bent into almost a U- shape. Okay I guessed I just ran over it with my car. That's so huge and I did not notice it before that. Fine, time to concentrate and drive home savely, without realizing my car tyres were actually punctured. How smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not notice that both of my tyres were punctured? And I could still drive home as if nothing had happened until my aunt called and told me my tyres were punctured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-837226132932376152?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/837226132932376152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-poor-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/837226132932376152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/837226132932376152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-poor-car.html' title='MY POOR CAR'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-2057104600732336603</id><published>2009-08-29T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:12:07.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after coming back from college, instead of running towards my bed and sleep, I opened my cupboard and took out my formal shirts. Planning to wear semi- formal for the photoshoot today. However, sadly to say, I have gained so much weight until I could not fit into my formal shirts anymore. So, at the end, after spending like gazillion years in front of the mirror, I decided to wear casual like any other normal days. Yay proven that im useless again.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining this morning. Since I dont have an umbrella, I decided to wear a jacket to college. My favourtie GEORGIA jacket. haha. It helps. It prevents me from soaking in the rain while I was paying for the parking ticket. (Yes! I still insist on paying the ticket even though it's raining. To my friend: please learn from me.). The weather is so nice today and it's the best to sleep in. Miraculously, raining in the morning always makes me feel fresh and gives me a good mood for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day: After calculus class, my friend and I headed to taylor's main campus for the photoshoot. When we reached the student central, I was expecting like at least 10-20 students there as I thought the photoshoot is for the college new brochure or poster or .... so must be at least 10 and above students right? But there's only 3 students including me and my friend. The other student was wearing so formal and I felt so under- dressed. At the end, I took a few shots of individual photos and some buddy shots with my friend. The photograher is so cool and professional. The hardest part is the photoshooting is he doesnt tell me how do I need to pose exactly. He just told me the rough idea and I have to pose myself. eerr so funny. However, at the end, he had to teach me how to sit properly as Im not girly enough as expected.eerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*REWIND*&lt;br /&gt;Watched UP with friends on Wednesday. Worth watching. Meaningful and hilarious too. In the mall, which mall? sunway pyramid la of course. okay in the mall, we happened to meet two of our collegemates for..... for.... more than 3 or 4 times. Cool. After I reached home around 6 something, bathed, dinner, and I slept around 7pm. Until the next morning. Which means I slept for 11 hours - 20 minutes I woke up at 1am++ to study chemistry and went back to sleep again. Yay! I slept for 10 hours and 40 mins. The last time it happened was I guess during primary school time if Im not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*REWIND*&lt;br /&gt;eerr. Cant really remember what happened before that already. Oh yeah, I didnt do calculus for more than 3 days already eerr. Im getting closer to my C or even fail again. eerr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-2057104600732336603?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/2057104600732336603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/updated-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2057104600732336603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2057104600732336603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/updated-finally.html' title='UPDATED FINALLY!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8368161366917288285</id><published>2009-08-15T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:24:10.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST WEEK</title><content type='html'>Monday was my first day of college. Surprisingly, nothing much happened. Probably it's because I don't need to add/drop this semester. After an hour of Chemistry class, Calculus class and Physics class each, yay time to go home and sleep as the night before, I could only manage to get about 4 hours of sleep. *still haven't totally adjust my body clock*. I thought I was the only pathetic one until I found out one of my friends was having the same prob as me. She only slept for 90 mins the night before. Oh. Okay, that's basically my first day of college. I read a few of my friends' blogs, msot of them could write a full length essay about their first day of college whereas me? Just a few sentences are enough to sum up the whole day. Oh so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Tuesday morning, I had to wake up earlier. To unscrew the BBQ set. A task that I was supposed to accomplish like a month ago. 6 screws, took me about half an hour to unscrew it, with the help of the maid. Not my fault okay. The BBQ set owner screwed them too tight. haha jkjk. So consequently, I reached college around 8 something as I didn't expect to spend so long to deal with the screws. First problem encountered. I could not find a parking. Second problem. There's either something wrong with me or the parking machine but I think it's the parking machine. I took out 8 50cents and put them in one by one. Until the 6th 50cents, I looked at the screen, it stated 3pm++, so I just continued putting the last 2 50cents and press the GREEN button. (Okay it's my fault too because I didn't check properly before I presssed the GEEN button). Parking ticket is out. Looked at it. WHAT? Parking time until 8.15am? Which means I paid RM4 for 0 hours? Can't believe it! Stared at it for a few more seconds. It's real! 8.15am. Started to panicked as I didn't have much coins left. So, walked all the way back to Subang Square to get some change from the shops. Went to a few shops and there's only one shop which was willing to change with me. They changed RM1 with me but at least better than the others. So sad. Walked back to my car and managed to find some coins and FINALLY paid for the parking again until 1pm++ and then headed to class. eerr. During lunch break, I went back to my car and planned to pay again. Then, I looked at the ticket again (still hope that my eyes are playing some tricks with me). Then I spotted 8.15PG. PG? My small little tiny brain started to think. Eh PG means PetanG? *But actually means pagi* Yeah I think so, it's PetanG. So, I went back to college without paying, thinking how stupid I am to pay more for the second ticket which actually the first ticket was already until "petang". Until the end of the day, I looked at the two tickets again- one is 1.20PT, one is 8.15PG. My brain was functioning well that time and I realized PG means pagi. Which means I have parked illegally for about 3 hours that day. Oh I'm just so glad that I did't get any summon after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we went for a movie at Sunway Pyramid. G.I.Joe. Met my high school friend's sister outside the cinema. Yay she recognized me. Quite happy. The movie is awesome too. On the way back, I was supposed to lead few of my friends to The Curve. Quite worried actually. My driving is already bad enough and yet still need to lead the way. So scared. Okay after the first toll, things still went well. I still could see them behind me. My friend is a very good driver. Then after the second toll, could not find them anymore. My fault la. So clever, chose the way that needs tolls and don't know how to stop and wait for them after the tolls. Oh. Lesson learnt: It's not an easy job to lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday, nothing much happened. However, throughout the whole week, the most interesting class for me is Calculus. eerr. During the first lecture, I have forgotten basically everything. I have no idea at all about how to do intergration. Totally lost during the first few days of calc class. That's what I defined as interesting la. I'm really afraid actually. It's really embarrassing to get a C for math and yet I'm still majoring in engineering. eerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's the end of my first week of college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8368161366917288285?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8368161366917288285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8368161366917288285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8368161366917288285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-week.html' title='FIRST WEEK'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3139802351862036431</id><published>2009-08-09T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:15:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAYONARA SUMMER SEM</title><content type='html'>Time is moving as fast as the speed of light recently. Today is my last day of summer sem break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this break, many lessons I have learned. Friendship lesson, Being a responsible daughter lesson and more. This knowledge, sometimes is much more valuable that what I learn in college. Pendidikan tidak formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I bought a new bag, new pens, new erasers. As if I were the standard one kid ten years ago, preparing for my first day of school. Just that now, I'll be driving to school, eh no, college myself. Without school uniform. Without school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually planned to sleep early yesterday and try to wake up A LITTLE early this morning. Have to practise ma college going to start soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Esther, Shwen Nee, Shu Ying, Mr. SAM, Im back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3139802351862036431?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3139802351862036431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-moving-as-fast-as-speed-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3139802351862036431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3139802351862036431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-is-moving-as-fast-as-speed-of.html' title='SAYONARA SUMMER SEM'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-7990662110094316757</id><published>2009-08-04T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:56:41.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY</title><content type='html'>Went to Petaling Street today. Yay again. While my aunt was finding for a parking, there's a bunch of guys walking towards our direction. They look ordinary. From far. However, I just had a hunch that there's something interesting about them and so I just kept my eye on them until they were near enough for me to see clearly. Oh guess what? I found out one of them is my primary school friend. eerr. The last time I saw him was.... eerr.... when we were 12 I think. Despite the fact that he actually has changed a lot physically, I can still recognize him because of, nothing else but Facebook photos. Im just ebullient to meet any of my primary shool friends as now in college, I only have ONE friend who's from the same primary school as me. Oh okay at least I have one I should be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Petaling Street and Central Market for about an hour, as usual, known as the lazy bum by my family, oh now even by my friends too, I was already hungry and thirsty. So, we bought some food called 'fan shu dan'( in Cantonese)and the famous soya bean in Petaling Street. I cant remember when was the last time I ate this fan shu dan but the taste is so familiar. This fan shu dan has special ability too. Amazingly. As I were eating them, it recalled my childhood memories especially the time when I was in kindergarten. Maybe I have tasted the fan shu dan before when I was in kindergarten. They just taste so familiar but I really cant remember when was the last time I ate this fan shu dan before. eerr. Maybe the next time I go to Petaling Street I'll eat them again and try to remember. haha. OKay done with my fan shu dan and soya bean part. So, we went home after buying a necklace for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, I tried to adjust the length of the necklace with a pair of.... scissors. Cutting here and there, asking my aunt for opinions for ten zillion times, finally done. Then, I tried to wear it. Oh guess what? The small little tiny lock dropped and it went missing. I searched for it for eerr 5 mins then I was tired. Gave up. My aunt continued searching. She even moved the furniture and tried to search everywhere of the house. At the end, she gave up too. Then, we sat down and continued our movie. Guess what happened next? Guess what happened next? Cant wait to tell u. I was trying to do some stretching, I touched my hair and realized there's something. Yay the lock that my aunt and I have been searching for. It was on my hair. eerr. What a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-7990662110094316757?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/7990662110094316757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7990662110094316757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7990662110094316757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-day.html' title='WHAT A DAY'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-9097387704997197133</id><published>2009-07-26T23:12:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:30:47.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MALACCA TRIP and AEOM 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a great 3 days 2 nights trip at Malacca with 4 friends and one of my friend's parents. On the way to Malacca, what I did was basically looking at the time every 5- 10 mins (can't wait to reach Malacca), enjoying the conversation of my friend and her parents ( they are just soooo funny and I could not stop laughing at every word they said), texted my friend who was sick for the past few days showing my concern to him (hey him, touched?) and of course chatting with my friend. Then finally, after around 2.5 hours, yay we reached Malacca. After having nasi lemak for lunch, we went for a walk at Jonker's Street. The weather was as hot as me haha. Then, we headed back to our hotel to have a rest. At night, we went to Eye on Malaysia. According to my friend, the last time she came, the place was so conjested until the cars had to line up outside the park. However, this time wen went, I guess we were one of the five tourists there.The first round in the cabin was fun, we ( or at least I) enjoyed the scenery of Malacca. Then, we spent the other four rounds in cabin staring at each other. Then, we headed to a mamak stall and had our dinner. It's my first time tasting naan (still claim myself as 1/4 of Indian). On the way back to our hotel, we stopped at a bar. We spent some precious time there and finally headed back to the hotel. Around 4am, we finally decided to bed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362793021184972322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx31uesliI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_vpF3H1OIRY/s400/5528_1131719387276_1656008817_335612_5458964_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eye on Malaysia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362793028250715282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx32IzTRJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EOTrnlt1a5Q/s400/5528_1131743467878_1656008817_335641_5906919_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362793031059518242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx32TQ-MyI/AAAAAAAAAYU/zz4lFUfguyc/s400/5528_1131743547880_1656008817_335642_1945736_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;at the pub &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2 of Malacca, most of us woke up around 9 something, which was half an hour before the breakfast time ended. We had a light breakfast with our mind still half asleep and guess what? We went back to sleep again after breakfast, without bothering how unhealthy it is. There comes the interesting part. A few mins after we were trying to sleep, my friend's phone rang. The results of our second sem is out!!!! Regardless how tiring and sleepy we were, we dashed out of the hotel room, went down to the lobby, connected to the internet, logged in to the student portal, clicked 'program', clicked 'academic results', spent the next few seconds staring at the laptop screen, then started calculating our CGPA with my friend's software (thanks to him). I'm really glad that I have improved but that's definitely not up to standard yet. Then, we started calling each other, friends in KL, friends in Sarawak through msn, sms, phone calls. The power and advantage of technology. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 1pm, we headed to Mahkota Parade. We spent 1 year (quoted by my friend) chatting at Old Taste then went to watch Harry Potter. Want to know more about the cinema in Malacca? Look at the pictures. After the movie, we decided to walk back to Jonker's Street. We stopped at the same pub we went the day before to chill and went back to the hotel (because of me, i need to do some 'business', sorry ppl for troubling u). As we had no more strength to walk after that, my friend's parents had to send us back to Jonker's Street after that. We spent around 2 hours walking at the street, scratching our heads on what souvenirs to buy for our friends. Then, I saw some food called 'bing tong wu lou'. I always see it in the Hong Kong drama but did not try before so i decided to give it a try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 10pm, we went for dinner. Around 12 something, a friend and I went back to the hotel by trishaw and the others decided to walk back. However, we still arrived almost at the same time. Our plan was to stay awake for the whole night until breakfast next morning. The whole night I was accompanying my friend to edit the video for BBQ, just accompanying, without doing anything, I'm lazy bum ma. Then, around 4.30am, one of my friends decided to bed down. Then another friend went to bed too. After around 1 hour, another friend decided to sleep too because they were tired editting video and surfing the net. Proudly to say I was the only one who did not sleep for the whole night (as I did not do anything besides sitting there and talked, of course not tired la). Another friend just woke up from sleep and continued chatting with me until breakfast time. After breakfast, I seriously could not tahan. We headed back to the room and I fell asleep after few mins. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362808098591880626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmyFjWMoNbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ytGdJrwHHB4/s400/DSC00416%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the cinema which is very suitable for horror movies haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362793035042461842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx32iGlGJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/z3awJBhfiBQ/s400/5528_1131743627882_1656008817_335644_6507316_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way walking back to Jonker's Street from Mahkota Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362800182963090818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx-WmLqNYI/AAAAAAAAAas/jloTFJnfuDY/s400/5528_1131750708059_1656008817_335660_4941826_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362800174903010002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx-WIJ_ItI/AAAAAAAAAac/1aAP1Q9v8z0/s400/5528_1131743667883_1656008817_335645_3323786_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362800174686795298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx-WHWb9iI/AAAAAAAAAak/h8tEAyf1zwk/s400/5568_108281749648_584319648_1842318_214080_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the 'bing tong wu lou' that I have mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362800170491158194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Smx-V3uHnrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/slgJPredZV0/s400/5568_108287729648_584319648_1842386_1746719_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; at the lobby, our usual hang out place after midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I felt interesting&lt;br /&gt;Before three of us went for breakfast, we went to peep at our two other friends who were still sleeping. They were at this sleeping position 1. Then after breakfast, we peeped again. They were still at position 1 (this showed how tired they were). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, my friend and I woke up around 11am. We spent 1 hour packing and freshing up then we checked out.I miss the hotel.We went for lunch then headed back to KL. I was sleeping during the whole journey back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my 3 days 2 nights trip in Malacca. It's definitely a memorable and fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I went back to CHS for AEOM , An Evening of Music 2009. I'm really glad to meet many of my high school band mates, my ex members, my juniors and everyone. Some of the came back from US, UK, Australia and so forth. It's a great reunion time. We just could not stop talking when we met each other. That's the night which i speak mandarin the most in these few months. Yay I'm so glad. Concert ended around 10.30pm and we spent the next hour taking photos and chatting. 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It may sound normal for some ppl but I have never did this before. This shows how interesting the story book is. Thanks to my friend who lent it to me. Yay im glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-1554674569016508954?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/1554674569016508954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/glued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1554674569016508954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1554674569016508954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/glued.html' title='GLUED'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-4176138646389307231</id><published>2009-07-19T21:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:49:36.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENANG TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had an enjoyable 2 days 1 night trip in Penang. It was a last min plan all of the beach hotels were fully booked. At the end, we finally get to book a room for 2 adults and 2 kids at Holiday Inn but actually we were going to squeeze 5 adults in that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest moment for me was in the beach and pool. The sea water was extremely salty. Then, my aunt was kidding, said maybe too many ppl pee in it. eerr. That's disgusting especially for ppl like me who drank so much of sea water accidentally. I played banana boat for the second time. It's fun. The guy asked us whether we want cepat or jatuh. RM15 per person, of course we requested for both. I grabbed the front seat. The others were saying:"Sam sits in front or else we will be blocking her sight." Again, im the shortest among all. When we dropped into the sea, my aunt and I were screaming out of our lungs. The banana boat man was like:"Huh? Tak tau berenang masih nak jatuh?" There are a lot of Arab tourists. Even the workers there know how to speak Arab in order to communicate with them. The sign boards have Arab translation too. My friend has taught me how to speak Arab so that's the time to show off. I just know a few sentences but that's enough haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, everyone woke up at 6 something except me who woke up at 11 something. Lazy la. Swimming is tiring my whole body is aching. That's the consequences for not exercising regularly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169798829165410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmMmCFr9S2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/EbhN_uSpymI/s400/DSCF1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salted fish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169806968447042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmMmCkAg4EI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2CobHo55cq8/s400/DSCF1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sotong &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169817563796034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmMmDLepEkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gPV6LUtBfrE/s400/DSCF1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what we bought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360169824907646130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmMmDm1jVLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/0edrXBI8cg8/s400/DSCF1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Line Clear- one of the famous nasi kandar in Penang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360174318714490514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmMqJLkmDpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qpuPjz_k9VM/s400/DSCF1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360174315585615554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmMqI_6nNsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/2f5qeUxRztU/s400/DSCF1234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;proven that im the tallest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-4176138646389307231?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/4176138646389307231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/penang-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4176138646389307231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4176138646389307231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/penang-trip.html' title='PENANG TRIP'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SmMmCFr9S2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/EbhN_uSpymI/s72-c/DSCF1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6061549741358164598</id><published>2009-07-17T07:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:17:05.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe it. I woke up around 6am today. Great!!!! Yesterday was an awesome night with a group of awesome friends. We started with shopping for groceries at 1U Jusco. Lesson learnt: BBQ is not just about paper plates, charcoals and party hats. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We reached home around 6pm and started preparing. Two awesome guys, the charcoal man and BBQ set owner started setting up the BBQ set. An awesome camera man started taking photos and recording videos of the process of the preparation. At the end, i guess there are about 19 videos and and and and *lost count* of photos. There's an awesome Arabic chef in my house started preparing chicken and lamb kebab. Finally, three awesome girls were working so hard to prepare a bowl of salad. Everyone's effort was very much appreciated. The food is awesome too ESPECIALLY the awesome salad prepared by the three awesome girls. Look at the pics for more information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359210903555065154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sl-97CbMxUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bNIbdGZKCjE/s400/100_6001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359210889417657730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sl-96NwlDYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/x5BiGqy0nQM/s400/100_6000.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After the BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6061549741358164598?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6061549741358164598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/bbq-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6061549741358164598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6061549741358164598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/bbq-night.html' title='BBQ Night'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sl-97CbMxUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bNIbdGZKCjE/s72-c/100_6001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-2999040081047877686</id><published>2009-07-05T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:05:17.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER SEM</title><content type='html'>Another semester had ended. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming soooon. Recalled the memories for the past 7 weeks of summer semester, one word to describe all- FUN. two words- VERY FUN. and knowledgable of course. I have approximately one more year before i leave to US. I really need to improve my english and critical thinking skill. It's terrible now. So, things that i must do during the sem break is:&lt;br /&gt;1. read&lt;br /&gt;2. read&lt;br /&gt;3. read&lt;br /&gt;4. read&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can do it this time. as for ur information, last sem break, a total of 3 weeks, i could not even finish reading ONE story book. how sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-2999040081047877686?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/2999040081047877686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2999040081047877686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2999040081047877686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-sem.html' title='SUMMER SEM'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-4903577739929927278</id><published>2009-06-29T20:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:33:48.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVENTS OF THE DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i did a very bad presentation today. really bad. and it's group marking, feel really sorry to my partner. she did so well and i just pulled her marks down. eerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday was a great day. We went to MPO concert. It's my first time sitting at the circle. The solo violinist is so great!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729899561568146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Ski3e9H6x5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qV0R5i_-ek0/s400/4978_97688329214_626049214_2069169_6002434_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess who is this? haha. sorry im a little excited as it's my first time wearing a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729898134140642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Ski3e3zl9uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8odVR6OgK4c/s400/4978_97687624214_626049214_2069150_7141690_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-4903577739929927278?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/4903577739929927278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/events-of-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4903577739929927278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4903577739929927278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/events-of-days.html' title='EVENTS OF THE DAYS'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Ski3e9H6x5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qV0R5i_-ek0/s72-c/4978_97688329214_626049214_2069169_6002434_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6820524474007756140</id><published>2009-06-26T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:17:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY</title><content type='html'>My alarm could not wake me up this morning as i was too busy sleeping but instead, a shocking sms from my friend woke me up: Michael Jackson passed away. Maybe it's because we just did a research paper on him and Elvis Presley last week for music class, thus this news really had a great impact on me. While i was driving to college, listening to the radio and his songs, i just could not explain how i feel about this. King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, after class, we went to eat 'Bak Kut Teh'. We are the first customers, waiting for the restaurant to open. It's the first time i heard of dry 'Bak Kut Teh'. Taste pretty good and i found a few friends that have the same taste as me, who love to eat 'intestines' for Bak Kut Teh. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 2pm, reunion time. I met up with my best buddy Shwen Nee at Snowflakes. It has been a long time since the last time i saw her. So excited!!!! We chat and chat and chat and chat. She purposely wore the Mickey Mouse shirt today because she knows she is going to meet me. Im so touched!!!! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351669906213032690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SkTzbOL50vI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y3xVmGtPJVU/s400/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;looks delicious and nice right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351669910123833506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SkTzbcwT6KI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9w2XvCWzm1Q/s400/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's quite funny but still very pretty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351669913644491906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SkTzbp3s5II/AAAAAAAAAVI/0AAGT2HQEBc/s400/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and this is the worst!!!! thanks my beloved professional photographer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6820524474007756140?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6820524474007756140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6820524474007756140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6820524474007756140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day_26.html' title='WHAT A DAY'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SkTzbOL50vI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y3xVmGtPJVU/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-1679596549829035622</id><published>2009-06-22T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:31:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUTTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sj-HaHpS9XI/AAAAAAAAAUw/G9-oXV12jRc/s1600-h/5184_90141727513_521287513_2092922_2538442_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350143765138044274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sj-HaHpS9XI/AAAAAAAAAUw/G9-oXV12jRc/s400/5184_90141727513_521287513_2092922_2538442_n%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's called shutters. what a wonderful specs and it's for clubbing purposes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-1679596549829035622?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/1679596549829035622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/shutters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1679596549829035622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1679596549829035622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/shutters.html' title='SHUTTERS'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sj-HaHpS9XI/AAAAAAAAAUw/G9-oXV12jRc/s72-c/5184_90141727513_521287513_2092922_2538442_n%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-778962585433194775</id><published>2009-06-20T21:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:09:46.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEEK</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a week since i came back from KLIA. It's great that i have loads of assignments and tests for me to prepare this week so that i have no time to think about it. Everthing remains the same except that there is no one to download movies for me to watch, we hardly eat fruits after dinner as we used to because nobody insist us to eat now (feel so unhealthy now). Sometimes, i just feel insecure. My whole family used to go out for dinner every saturday, but today is just different. We just ate spaghetti at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, i just had 12 hours of music class this week to replace next week's classes. Discussing about middle ages, baroque, classical, romantic, 20th century, jazz, rock and so now, we had gone to the contemperary music which i have no idea what is that about. I feel myself so out- dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Practice makes perfect". This theory doesnt seem to fit into my driving skills. So many ppl honked me nowadays. I am always day dreaming, what to do? That day, during parking, i scared all my friends in the car. So embarrassing. Accidents are going to happen anytime soon, it's not the matter of 'if', it's the matter of 'when'. So if u are smart, please do not pick me as your driver. Everytime when i almost get into an accident, i was thinking what if there's somebody else in my car? eerr, CONCENTRATION!!!! CONCENTRATION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my studies, i heard from many people that aerospce engineering is quite impossible, as in to get a job. I need to be extremely excellent. Do i really have that ability to stand up among the others? I really doubt so. So, now im considering chemical engineering. But im really not willing to give up aerospace engineering. That's my interest, my dream and one more reason is to fulfill my dad's ambition. Once, he told me, he was so glad that i chose to study aerospace engineering as that's his ambition too:) I was quite shocked to hear that as i have no idea at all about this when i decided to studying aerospace engineering. I can feel the father and daughter bond between us:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-778962585433194775?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/778962585433194775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/778962585433194775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/778962585433194775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-week.html' title='WHAT A WEEK'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8143224588259483898</id><published>2009-06-14T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:11:12.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING!!!! GOOD NIGHT!!!!</title><content type='html'>When i was preparing to go to bed yesterday night, brushing my teeth, washing my face, suddenly *knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;my mum asked:" why do u wake up so early?"&lt;br /&gt;oops. i guess i have to sleep earlier next time:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8143224588259483898?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8143224588259483898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-good-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8143224588259483898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8143224588259483898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-good-night.html' title='GOOD MORNING!!!! GOOD NIGHT!!!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-2907818344176321395</id><published>2009-06-12T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:56:36.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A GREAT DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>One word to describe about Music class today: FUN. Our lecturer, she knows multi languages. Italian, German, French and so sorth. As what she told us on Wed, we would have to sing a song today. Before we start singing, she taught us some basics about Italian and German languageas as we have to sing in Italian. She taught us how to pronounce the names of the composers according to their nationality. It was fun! My saliva was spreading here and there while pronouncing them, especially in German. Then, she gave us five words. 'here, perfect, water, error and mirror'. We have to pronounce them with different slang of English. It was interesting. Surprisingly, there are so many types of accents around the world. American English, Brittish English, Hong Kong English, typical Chinese English, North Indian English, Malay English, Sarawak Malay English and so forth. Actually, in every music class, we learned far more than music, as we have a very experienced and knowlegable lecturer. Then, we started singing. We sang Rigoletto by Giuseppe Verdi. It's in Italian so we have to roll our tougue much which i cant do it. haha. It's fun singing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, guess what happened? i went to Pyramid ALONE. haha. i didnt ask my friends to come along because i knew that i'll be rushing so dont want them to run here and there with me. Decision making time. eerr. One of my defining characteristics is i dont like to make decision as everyone knows. I was having problem to choose which present to buy. oh finally, after around 45 mins, i decided. For a person to shop alone, 45 mins is actually quite long. Dont get me wrong, the 45 mins i spent was just basically standing at a particular store and decide what to buy, didnt even walk around. If i were to walk around, it will take me hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to Pantai Seafood Restaurant for dinner. A very special, memorable, luxurios dinner. 4 persons for RM730++. It may sound normal for certain families, but definitely not ours. It's our first time having such expensive dinner but it's definitely worth it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-2907818344176321395?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/2907818344176321395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2907818344176321395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2907818344176321395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-day.html' title='A GREAT DAY!!!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-1651344637013637742</id><published>2009-06-07T14:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:17:35.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIM TRIP AND MPO CONCERT</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning, i drove my mum's car to college. It was quite scary as it was the first time i drove my mum's car alone. Then, what made it more interesting was my friends were in my car when we headed to McD for breakfast. It was my first time having friends in my car after getting my P- license. haha. Around 9am, we reached FRIM. I have not been sweating so much since i graduated from high school as u know, i hardly exercise. We had canopy walk and jungle trekking. It was very fun overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475982653897762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SitklwixPCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iWj1-nZVPVQ/s400/n654973536_1769502_217829%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the few of us and Miss Thava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476419677099170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitk_MlOFKI/AAAAAAAAATA/E0q_YAgKbJ4/s400/n654973536_1769503_6957205%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475972631883026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SitklLNVbRI/AAAAAAAAASY/DQC-_zPUclg/s400/4728_100650793536_654973536_1769497_4996048_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476425835484914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitk_jhflvI/AAAAAAAAATY/8l6B6YGwz3Y/s400/n654973536_1769559_1560065%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476423220669746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitk_ZyErTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/NzsAWpfrWQw/s400/n654973536_1769518_7899026%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; waiting for the canopy walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476424056996434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitk_c5eAlI/AAAAAAAAATI/pUmOdo37qzo/s400/n654973536_1769520_637679%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475977528368466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitkldcv3VI/AAAAAAAAASg/NmTfYMuZdfw/s400/4728_100651023536_654973536_1769536_3687032_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;It's me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476425831867714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitk_jgoZUI/AAAAAAAAATg/SCXFC-PCwQY/s400/n654973536_1769545_6478665%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; after the canopy walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475979002489042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitkli8NKNI/AAAAAAAAASw/L7OGygXPxo8/s400/4728_100651143536_654973536_1769560_5880731_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENGL101 class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344475982199960722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sitklu2itJI/AAAAAAAAASo/6mj4A3rxRyI/s400/4728_100651113536_654973536_1769554_6672631_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, the 5 of us( 4 from music class and Faisal) went to MPO concert with one of my secondary school friends, Li Yen. It was my first time going to MPO concert. They are fantastic! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344477587245378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SitmDKHMLaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/oFid8FRa7XI/s400/n1656008817_261445_1448272%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rex, from music class and Faisal, the one who hardly smile in front of the camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344477576042360930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SitmCgYLsGI/AAAAAAAAATo/lE5kxrQwhV8/s400/4569_1108139277788_1656008817_261446_6017902_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam, Reb and Justine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344477591718240098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SitmDaxmn2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xBpKosvdCYk/s400/n1656008817_261448_1623327%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;photo taken by Li Yen. Thanks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344477581414509698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SitmC0ZALII/AAAAAAAAATw/_ZMQLJOftII/s400/4569_1108139397791_1656008817_261449_251761_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justine managed to take a photo of it although taking picture is prohibited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the most torturing moment was when i was alone and ready to bed down. My mind was so free at that moment and everything that i tried to avoid thinking throughout the day just popped into my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-1651344637013637742?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/1651344637013637742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/frim-trip-and-mpo-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1651344637013637742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1651344637013637742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/frim-trip-and-mpo-concert.html' title='FRIM TRIP AND MPO CONCERT'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SitklwixPCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iWj1-nZVPVQ/s72-c/n654973536_1769502_217829%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-723293575031897207</id><published>2009-06-03T16:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:31:08.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OF DRIVING</title><content type='html'>Finally, i can drive to college!!!! After 3 months having my P-license. It's my first time driving to college so whatever i usually do, i doubled it. When i reached college, before i left my car, i doubled checked my gear, doubled checked my hand break, doubled checked whether i had locked the car and doubled checked almost everything. During class, i was still worrying, will my car still be there after class? Did i really locked my car? eerr. Sounds so stupid but that was exactly what i was doing and thinking. However, everything was fine except that there was a car parking right beside my car when i want to go home and it blocked my way out. So, i had to wait for about 15 mins just for that car to leave. What if someone is having an emergency? Can't the people be more considerate and responsible? However, it is a very common situation here so we just have to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-723293575031897207?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/723293575031897207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/723293575031897207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/723293575031897207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-driving.html' title='OF DRIVING'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-963223951001343191</id><published>2009-06-01T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:41:13.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY</title><content type='html'>we had a debate session during English class today. it was just an impromptu one. We have to perform well in order to get the two marks for our assignment, however, it's up to us whether we want to work for the two marks. For the usual me, i wont even put an offort to voice out my opinion. However, today, i have overcome part of my barrier. I VOICED OUT FOR ONCE!!!! i dont think i'll get any marks for that particular point i have given but still, im satisfied. At least i know im moving on now although in a slow motion:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart form that, i have just flunk my music test today. 15 mins to answer 4 questions. i just could not do that. Many points in my mind but i just could not filter, organize it well and put in into words. eerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder in future, if i found a lizard in my room/ dorm, what will i do? i was on the phone with my friend just now, suddenly, a lizard appeared before my eyes. My first reaction was to stare at the lizard, to make it's a lizard and not my illusion. Next, within split seconds, i told my friend:" i saw a lizard!!!!" du. du. du. du. phone ended. I never go into my room since then. eerr. It will probably take me a few days to overcome it and my family is already familiar with my 'expected' reactions. I'll sleep in my bro's room, ask everybody except myself to go into my room and get the things i needed out for me and so forth. They are used to it. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-963223951001343191?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/963223951001343191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/963223951001343191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/963223951001343191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html' title='WHAT A DAY'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-2248256851339323116</id><published>2009-05-29T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:18:39.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDEPENDANT!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder how can i leave in US alone in my future. just a small little tiny thing, i cant even manage it well. i realized, as i grow older, i become more and more.... blur. hehe:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-2248256851339323116?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/2248256851339323116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/independant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2248256851339323116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2248256851339323116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/independant.html' title='INDEPENDANT!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-7079202912004551751</id><published>2009-05-26T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:45:08.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A GREAT DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Rebecca's Belated "Surprise" Birthday Celebration and a Trip to Explore KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It supposed to be an off day for me but i went to college today. After burning the CDs from the library which is required by our music class lecturer, we started our 'Before Surprise Party Preparation'. Members who joined: everyone except Rebecca. haha. We actually made up QUITE many lies to make sure she believes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, everything is prepared. We walked into Secret Recipe with a 'not- secret recipe' cake.( how dare we). Have fun chit chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340127919619609106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ShvyDLgSkhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lnhJF1IM7Gg/s400/4539_1103374758678_1656008817_249112_3126394_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340127904375118914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ShvyCStuHEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7EXx4vx73WI/s400/4539_1103366758478_1656008817_249085_6148685_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340127911795864738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ShvyCuW9tKI/AAAAAAAAASA/9soZhy1sPU8/s400/4539_1103387158988_1656008817_249265_7472283_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340127912632003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ShvyCxeULII/AAAAAAAAASI/yNDmnhtLleA/s400/n1656008817_249267_277587%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, four of us headed to KLCC to buy the MPO tickets. what made it interesting was everyone did not know the way to KLCC except.... except.... our INTERNATIONAL student. How great it was! On the other hand, what kind of Malaysian i am? He lead us all the way to KLCC and even showed us some famous places like the old lrt station, petaling street and so forth. He was our tour guide. I was so ashamed of myself. haha. However, we missed a turning and we were lost. We saw KLCC around us but we just couldnt get there. Finally, after around 1.5 hours in the car, we arrived safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent roughly 20 mins in KLCC and we headed back to Taylors for prom meeting. On the way back, we were kinda lost again. We went to Damansara instead. haha. What a great journey we had today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-7079202912004551751?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/7079202912004551751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7079202912004551751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7079202912004551751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-day.html' title='A GREAT DAY!!!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ShvyDLgSkhI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lnhJF1IM7Gg/s72-c/4539_1103374758678_1656008817_249112_3126394_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3432416354827143905</id><published>2009-05-22T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:42:06.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER SEMESTER 2009</title><content type='html'>bascially, the first week of classes of my summer semester has just over. my time table is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, WEDNESDAY, FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;8-10am ENGL101&lt;br /&gt;11-1am MUSC103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY, THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;no classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it seems rather relaxing, it is progressing fast and furious as we have just seven weeks to cover up everything that should be taught in about 15 weeks like other semesters. next week, which is the second week of this sem, i have to pass up my first english assignment which is due on monday. narrative essay, which is not my common style. thus, it is a really challenging task as i am lack of ideas and vocabulary as well. besides, i have test for my music class too. so practically, everything throughout this seven weeks of summer semester is going to be express, express, express and express.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3432416354827143905?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3432416354827143905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-semester-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3432416354827143905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3432416354827143905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-semester-2009.html' title='SUMMER SEMESTER 2009'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6378114377800377602</id><published>2009-05-12T22:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:26:49.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME</title><content type='html'>Found these photos recently. another version of me. the Standard Five me, with boyish hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmP3v3tfpI/AAAAAAAAARg/VqGTMkRwA2c/s1600-h/scan0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334953421502774930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmP3v3tfpI/AAAAAAAAARg/VqGTMkRwA2c/s400/scan0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmP3Vc8WFI/AAAAAAAAARY/i1h0neR-LF4/s1600-h/scan0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334953414411180114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmP3Vc8WFI/AAAAAAAAARY/i1h0neR-LF4/s400/scan0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the Bullet Train from London to Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmO08y3pLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GI5FVXuP7Bs/s1600-h/scan0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334952273920894130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmO08y3pLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GI5FVXuP7Bs/s400/scan0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; home at Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334954958935371154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmRRPQNLZI/AAAAAAAAARw/3kPtOULe-oA/s400/scan0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmO0tiJFnI/AAAAAAAAARA/KwG429lnYtU/s1600-h/scan0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334952269824202354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmO0tiJFnI/AAAAAAAAARA/KwG429lnYtU/s400/scan0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eiffel Towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmO0uo25-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gdBHGNUCfYE/s1600-h/scan0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334952270120806370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmO0uo25-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gdBHGNUCfYE/s400/scan0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmOTL_JsHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/opsCuN4Qw9o/s1600-h/scan0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951693883388018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmOTL_JsHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/opsCuN4Qw9o/s400/scan0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmOTJf2gjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7Z5KuyTm9Og/s1600-h/scan0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951693215236658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmOTJf2gjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7Z5KuyTm9Og/s400/scan0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at the amount of chocolates we bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmOS6TusDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3z4IThqAz6M/s1600-h/scan0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334951689137860658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmOS6TusDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3z4IThqAz6M/s400/scan0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12.25.2002 White Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334953421739240322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmP3wwFq4I/AAAAAAAAARo/i8ABl4EbCIw/s400/scan0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; marching band at Buckingham Palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realized i did not change much, physically i mean, throughout these 7 years. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6378114377800377602?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6378114377800377602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6378114377800377602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6378114377800377602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/me.html' title='ME'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgmP3v3tfpI/AAAAAAAAARg/VqGTMkRwA2c/s72-c/scan0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-757734445746512793</id><published>2009-05-10T15:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:24:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6.35pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shea shin picked me from home. meet up with the others and then headed to Shuraku Japanese Restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334104240709288002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgaLi65hwEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i91PNDpWVUQ/s400/4198_74707547543_524152543_1815626_945108_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our dinner started. tasted more than 10 meals including the three super &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;portion noodles( thanks to me), alcohol ice- cream( ordered accidentally). at the mean time, we listened to a lot of NS stories( mainly ghost stories) told by feline and kah lee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334104246967216594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgaLjSNiKdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/beFkpNKXwEo/s400/4198_74700927543_524152543_1815355_3574147_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334104243334920530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgaLjErhuVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/w8k9ZlyCzhs/s400/4198_74700947543_524152543_1815358_6239024_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334104241952062754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgaLi_h0_SI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tKdFPVF6Ryk/s400/4198_74700932543_524152543_1815356_1318969_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;around 10.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to CHS Kanna Curry House. our usual meeting and chit chatting point. chit chit chat chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11.30pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached home safely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another enjoyable and wonderful gathering. Although it cost about RM70 per pax, it's definitely well worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i start my sleeping adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;around 12.34am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to hit the hay. quite sleepy. so lights off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*turned left and right on the bed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still could not fall asleep. so decided to online and created the post below. after that, felt sleepy again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;3.15am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to bed. but, could not sleep again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;around 5am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to change venue to sleep. went out to my small living room and decided to sleep at the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*finally, after around 15 mins, i SLEPT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the next day, 2.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up and started my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad example!! dont learn from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-757734445746512793?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/757734445746512793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/757734445746512793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/757734445746512793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-day.html' title='MY DAY'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SgaLi65hwEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/i91PNDpWVUQ/s72-c/4198_74707547543_524152543_1815626_945108_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-1182504190647328922</id><published>2009-05-10T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:15:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN'T SLEEP?</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows, i usually turn in after midnight. but nowadays, i tried to get rid of this sleeping late habit.i did not watch movie at night. almost every night i go to bed around 12am. but, it turns up even worse. since the day i tried to sleep early, i ended up fall asleep even later. when the lights are on, i'll feel very sleepy and decided to bed down, but once lights off, i just cant sleep for maybe HOURS. doin nothing on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some informations to share with u:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sleep Tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because so many people get insomnia, a lot of research has been done on how to beat it. Not all of these tips work for everyone, but one or two might help you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write in a journal before you go to bed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This practice clears your mind so you won't have all those thoughts crowding your brain when you're trying to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sleep in a dark, comfortable room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Light signals your body that it's time to be awake, so you want to avoid it at night. But if you are really afraid of the dark, it's OK to try a dim night-light. And being hot and sweaty or shivering from the cold can easily keep you up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't sleep with a pet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This can be a tough habit to break, but your lovable dog or cat could be keeping you awake. As your pet cozies up to you or makes noise, it could wake you from a peaceful sleep. Try sleeping without your pet for a couple nights to see if you sleep better that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't drink any caffeinated beverages (like soda or iced tea) after about 3:00 in the afternoon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/kid/nutrition/food/caffeine.html"&gt;Caffeine&lt;/a&gt; is a stimulant and might keep you awake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't exercise at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Keep your exercise to earlier in the day — never within a couple hours of when you go to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Once you're lying in bed, try a peaceful mind exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For instance, count backward from 100 with your eyes closed. By the time you get to 10 (yawn) we hope you'll feel very sleepy. And by 5, we hope you'll feel yourself drifting off ... 3, 2, 1, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-1182504190647328922?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/1182504190647328922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1182504190647328922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1182504190647328922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-sleep.html' title='CAN&apos;T SLEEP?'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6125472066566173035</id><published>2009-05-06T19:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:16:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPOINTING RESULTS!!</title><content type='html'>My 1st sem results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH 171 Calculus I ---------------------------[C] -----2.0&lt;br /&gt;CHEM 105 General Chemistry( with lab) -------[A-] ----3.7&lt;br /&gt;ENGL 093 Basic Writing II ---------------------[A-] ----3.7&lt;br /&gt;ENGR 196 Engineering Problem Sloving --------[A ]-----4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGPA: 3.193&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not disappointed because i have expected it. but, i really feel very guilty. i disappoint my parents AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting my parents to scold me very badly, but, they did not even scold me. they just asked me to study harder and try not to be so stress. honestly, i was so shocked with their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe overal it is not that bad? ignore the C i get then means i get all As. what kind of excuse is this? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6125472066566173035?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6125472066566173035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-disappointing-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-1841934859026186206</id><published>2009-05-02T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:57:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIVATIZE</title><content type='html'>after this and that happened, i decided to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIVATIZE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-1841934859026186206?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/1841934859026186206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/05/privatize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get into the ice- skating rink for less than 2 mins then fell down.. at the end, fell for a total of 4 times.. so embarrassing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ice- skating supposed to be very cooling and windy.. but, justine and i were like sweating as if we just came out from gym.. haha.. used too much of strength.. whole body aching now.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was skating by sticking to the walls of the skating rink with the speed of maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5km/hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. i saw the same person passed by me a few times while i was still almost at the same spot without moving much.. this really make me laugh.. proven that how slow i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a adventurous day for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-7558115069779334101?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/7558115069779334101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/sakai-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7558115069779334101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7558115069779334101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/sakai-day.html' title='SAKAI DAY'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-2310672429063115398</id><published>2009-04-27T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:03:56.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNPRODUCTIVE DAYS</title><content type='html'>THIRD day of holiday..&lt;br /&gt;for the past two days, it was really an UNPRODUCTIVE weekends.. what i did was sleep.. eat.. movie.. sleep.. then today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 3am++ again last night.. then after a few hours of sleep.. i heard my door bell ringing.. looked at the clock.. oh it's 7.20am and at that moment only i realized that i forgot to tell my friend not to wait for me to college.. oh feel so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then woke up at 8 something, went to the bank with parents.. came home and finally i did something useful to myself.. read a story book.. but after 12 pages i fell asleep.. super sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then woke up, went to the bank again.. came home.. read story book again.. fell asleep again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then woke up, went to the bank again.. came home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to finish that story book in one day but mission FAILED..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-2310672429063115398?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/2310672429063115398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/unproductive-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2310672429063115398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2310672429063115398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/unproductive-days.html' title='UNPRODUCTIVE DAYS'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-4189252803963641910</id><published>2009-04-25T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:08:58.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**HAPPY BIRTHDAY**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dear SHERLYN HO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she is having fun in NS.. hope to see&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;soon.. miss u so mucccchhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: im very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that u said u are very&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i remember ur birthday.. haha.. dont feel so tocuhed yeah.. that's the only thing im good at.. to remember ppl's birthday.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-4189252803963641910?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/4189252803963641910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-shoutout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4189252803963641910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4189252803963641910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-shoutout.html' title='BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT!!!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6057530046233998953</id><published>2009-04-25T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:01:41.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYZZZZ</title><content type='html'>im officially turning into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;mode.. yeah.. three weeks.. what to do?? what to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6057530046233998953?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6057530046233998953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-officially-turning-into-h-o-l-i-d-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6057530046233998953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6057530046233998953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-officially-turning-into-h-o-l-i-d-y.html' title='HOLIDAYZZZZ'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6275429015459103946</id><published>2009-04-23T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:30:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pouring out pouring out..</title><content type='html'>please let me say something.. or else i'll explode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do u want to bring this up?? dont u know that last year was a nightmare for me??&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand what's wrong with joining SOME extra co-curiculum activities in college??(bare in mind, is SOME, not a lot)..&lt;br /&gt;u always say that band is nothing.. of course.. u are not a band member.. u wouldnt know how band affects my life and what i have gained in band..&lt;br /&gt;and now, im just trying to learn more.. trying to gain some experience by being a member of KOMRADS, being a member of the prom event, being a member of economania carnival.. is this too much?? or is that ILLEGAL to join college's activities until u have to scold me so badly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u always say that i make the family sad.. im the cause of many quarrellings.. but, on the other hand, do u think i am happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that's all for now.. feel better after writing out.. it's ok if u dont understand what am i writing because i dont understand too.. thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6275429015459103946?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6275429015459103946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/pouring-out-pouring-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6275429015459103946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6275429015459103946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/pouring-out-pouring-out.html' title='pouring out pouring out..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-955610337056031581</id><published>2009-04-23T08:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:18:37.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;after calculus exam yesterday, the few of us went to watch a horror movie.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Friday the 13th'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha.. it wasnt that horror and scary but was quite disgusting.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then, we went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ss2 Murni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.. about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ppl with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cars.. haha.. and i realized that my friends are all so rich&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. hehe.. one with an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alpha Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sports car, one with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not sure about the spelling&lt;/span&gt;) sports car, two with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;honda accord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;honda city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;spectra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and many many more.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, 21 of us invaded ss2 murni.. it was a fun dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327687122416908178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Se-_NeYVN5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/9e3QK3pPwU4/s400/2909_69519359161_581134161_1560606_529844_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;at murni ss2..( look at yi min and his ribena special).. haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327687124845112818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Se-_NnbQrfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/QrsxkPg8yFA/s400/2909_69519409161_581134161_1560615_2735515_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327687122860550930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Se-_NgCGqxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uChPabA8YHc/s400/2909_69519399161_581134161_1560614_2681540_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reached home around 11pm.. prepared to get scolded for going home late.. consequently, i cannot go ice- skating with friends today.. just stay at home like a lonely chick.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-955610337056031581?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/955610337056031581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/955610337056031581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/955610337056031581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-day.html' title='My Day..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Se-_NeYVN5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/9e3QK3pPwU4/s72-c/2909_69519359161_581134161_1560606_529844_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-7946527657274903409</id><published>2009-04-21T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:05:07.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day..</title><content type='html'>today, when i woke up.. wow it's rainy morning.. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah i like rainy morning&lt;/span&gt;).. then as usual, get prepared for college.. this week is my finals exam so i have told my friend to come and pick me earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, get ready at 7am.. waiting outside my house enjoying the rainy atmosphere.. wait wait wait wait.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.20am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. finally he came.. he claimed that he was having terrible stomachache.. yeah i trust him.. i thought ok nvm.. 7.20am.. by the way he drives, should reach college around 7.40am.. ok not that late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, oh as it's a raining every where starts to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. quite jam.. very jam.. my heartbeat is beating faster and faster as the clock shows &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yet im still on the highway.. i do not blame him as he edi tried his best to drive as fast as he could..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when he was finding the parking, i ran down the car and ran ran ran ran to main campus for exam.. oh.... due to my body weight, although i just ran for less than 1km, i was edi gasping.. then finally went into the exam hall.. calm my mind and started my chem exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think throughout this 17 years, i had exams for more than 100 times.. but this is really my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time rushing for an exam.. i dislike this feeling.. oh what a day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-7946527657274903409?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/7946527657274903409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7946527657274903409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7946527657274903409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='what a day..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-223646744997783216</id><published>2009-04-15T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:57:28.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGG DROP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;EGG DROP assignment for ENGR 196 course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were provided one piece of A4 size paper and a UHU glue for each device..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324851438832838578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWsK91b57I/AAAAAAAAAMs/O7J9wi-ztRs/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;designed by our group.. Name: HEX- CONE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324851439951411234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWsLCAH-CI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UPNfxyXD6co/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324851446882700338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWsLb0rDDI/AAAAAAAAANE/Z5Sji2hTVFc/s400/3064_95174382246_691412246_2970288_5470034_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;group leaders were throwing their devices from the top of Taylor's main campus building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852694764083314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWtUEix2HI/AAAAAAAAANU/IeVuJTlCsek/s400/3064_95174457246_691412246_2970298_3916963_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we were watching from down..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324851447703937602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWsLe4eIkI/AAAAAAAAANM/NYOJ20oC5o4/s400/3064_95174362246_691412246_2970285_2929545_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852698950576754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWtUUI6qnI/AAAAAAAAANk/MhFmFlsxyxU/s400/3064_95174372246_691412246_2970286_7898014_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852703008605474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWtUjQbRSI/AAAAAAAAANs/mGS1HaPIsfA/s400/3064_95174472246_691412246_2970301_3249968_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324852700681290226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWtUaljQfI/AAAAAAAAANc/gFsC-aj7wcQ/s400/3064_95174462246_691412246_2970299_7614522_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our device..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324851442593798962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWsLL2HmzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Db7WtLvfbt0/s400/3064_94994162246_691412246_2967947_5088673_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;group of ENGR 196 students with Mr. Herol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-223646744997783216?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/223646744997783216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/egg-drop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/223646744997783216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/223646744997783216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/egg-drop.html' title='EGG DROP'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeWsK91b57I/AAAAAAAAAMs/O7J9wi-ztRs/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3660218475795920048</id><published>2009-04-12T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:46:16.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TISSOT</title><content type='html'>as u know, i seldom wear a watch.. and everytime i ask my friend 'what's the time now??'&lt;br /&gt;they would answer 'it's time to get a watch..'&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. my new TISSOT watch.. it's a present from my uncle and aunt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323799251013090034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvNkwgOvI/AAAAAAAAAME/RcszIDGlHMQ/s400/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvOLjzW3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/VD3442Sy3PM/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323799261428800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvOLjzW3I/AAAAAAAAAMc/VD3442Sy3PM/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvN3zcGWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cBX8s58r3kk/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323799256125675874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvN3zcGWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cBX8s58r3kk/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvN1Qj2KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QLVFCbfCNg0/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323799255442512034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvN1Qj2KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QLVFCbfCNg0/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3660218475795920048?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3660218475795920048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/tissot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3660218475795920048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3660218475795920048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/tissot.html' title='TISSOT'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SeHvNkwgOvI/AAAAAAAAAME/RcszIDGlHMQ/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8557010537350295569</id><published>2009-04-11T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:43:39.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAREWELL DINNER</title><content type='html'>yesterday, we went to Sunway Pyramid for a fareweill dinner for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;MS. HUA YIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. She will be going to Singapore tmr to continue her studies.. Yesterday was quite a special dinner.. We went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T.G.I. FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. as u all know, our form hardly go to such expensive place for dinner.. but since it's a farewell dinner.. haha.. so we broke our rules.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGHLIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the waiters there is very funny.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The meal at T.G.I. FRIDAY is super &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. after having the appertizer, we edi felt super full.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stayed for about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just to finish our meal and chit- chatting.. However, we failed to accomplish our mission.. except&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jia Yein and Kok Hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We sang Birthday Song for Hua Yin although it wasnt her birthday yesterday.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Personally, i think that yesterday's dinner is quite a memorable one.. especially during our chit- chatting session.. We were like didnt see each other for so long edi but yet still can talk non- stop.. im very happy that we can maintain our friendship so well.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, im really looking forward to our next gathering.. alright.. gonna meet up with group members and do our egg drop experiment now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8557010537350295569?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8557010537350295569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8557010537350295569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8557010537350295569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-dinner.html' title='FAREWELL DINNER'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-5580777054146810819</id><published>2009-04-07T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:44:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOMRADS</title><content type='html'>so now, our student council election comes to an end.. yeah.. KOMRADS did not win.. and yeah, to be honest, i felt aLITTLE sad although everyone says 'the most important thing is we ENJOYED IT'.. but we put in so much effort.. so.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, although we lost in the election, what we have gained is definitely more than what we have lost.. we gained friendship.. we gained experience.. we gained fun.. we gained alot more.. so i should not be sad of it and carry on with my life.. hehe.. that's all of now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-5580777054146810819?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/5580777054146810819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/komrads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5580777054146810819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5580777054146810819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/komrads.html' title='KOMRADS'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3124901479929836282</id><published>2009-04-04T23:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:19:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOMRADS life</title><content type='html'>time flies.. two weeks of campaigns have just ended.. throughout these two weeks, we had gone through ups and downs.. and this is how the strongest bond in the world- FRIENDSHIP is created among us.. these two weeks, whenever we were free, we would definitely go to our KOMRADS booth.. this make me recalled my memories in band last time.. when we used to go to the bandroom everyday during our lunck break without hesitation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. i believe a picture speaks thousand words.. so yeah picture time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, our presidential debate.. no doubt, Darren Nah, our KOMRADS president did a great job that day.. congrats to him and everyone of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOPRk8qI/AAAAAAAAALE/-sz-AbKulE0/s1600-h/n515320849_2369227_8290620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOPRk8qI/AAAAAAAAALE/-sz-AbKulE0/s400/n515320849_2369227_8290620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867964426449570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our KOMRADS president, Darren Nah&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOJO1anI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sTg8qYtvuO8/s1600-h/n515320849_2369232_4896976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOJO1anI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sTg8qYtvuO8/s400/n515320849_2369232_4896976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867962804333170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOCLyi3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/qBfHLgTq29Y/s1600-h/n515320849_2369231_6226720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOCLyi3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/qBfHLgTq29Y/s400/n515320849_2369231_6226720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867960912513906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFNxRWDAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Os81cOBbBu8/s1600-h/n515320849_2369229_2682203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFNxRWDAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Os81cOBbBu8/s400/n515320849_2369229_2682203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867956372409346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after the debate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVwQNGgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g-pMomlVVsM/s1600-h/n515320849_2369237_5053406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVwQNGgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/g-pMomlVVsM/s400/n515320849_2369237_5053406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865894514891266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeHgR1wNHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EyQYPp1E7fE/s1600-h/n515320849_2369238_5821563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeHgR1wNHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/EyQYPp1E7fE/s400/n515320849_2369238_5821563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320870473375954034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girls' power.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVvFUeDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jiqNd9T3DYA/s1600-h/n515320849_2369236_4741465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVvFUeDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jiqNd9T3DYA/s400/n515320849_2369236_4741465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865894200801330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVhb7TNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CoxZnhSFW-c/s1600-h/n515320849_2369235_7527310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVhb7TNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CoxZnhSFW-c/s400/n515320849_2369235_7527310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865890537524434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVEaW1gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mW9pzX3oRjg/s1600-h/n515320849_2369234_2970686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVEaW1gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mW9pzX3oRjg/s400/n515320849_2369234_2970686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865882746312194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVNesxhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/61zacAc38gk/s1600-h/n515320849_2369233_1385026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeDVNesxhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/61zacAc38gk/s400/n515320849_2369233_1385026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865885180446226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPwZJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UGmbPJ2Ctc8/s1600-h/n515320849_2369247_5582444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPwZJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UGmbPJ2Ctc8/s400/n515320849_2369247_5582444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866890984845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPoBh7zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FmT-J4B_tu0/s1600-h/n515320849_2369246_5913225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPoBh7zI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FmT-J4B_tu0/s400/n515320849_2369246_5913225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866888738271026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPQzhdmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PqAb9luwAWM/s1600-h/n515320849_2369243_4043357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPQzhdmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PqAb9luwAWM/s400/n515320849_2369243_4043357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866882505504354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPCqYykI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vv3bTJubOTU/s1600-h/n515320849_2369242_3884047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeEPCqYykI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vv3bTJubOTU/s400/n515320849_2369242_3884047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866878709090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOY9b6_I/AAAAAAAAALM/c8wmf_NVVvU/s1600-h/n515320849_2369251_2440816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOY9b6_I/AAAAAAAAALM/c8wmf_NVVvU/s400/n515320849_2369251_2440816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867967026326514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everybody jumps.. except me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;another event was yesterday.. Snowphomore night.. organized by Rated-U..&lt;br /&gt;it's quite an interesting one.. there were games.... however, the one that impressed me the most is their food.. all home- made.. and by the guys.. no girls involved.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqnKbq8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NpAMt-e0JsQ/s1600-h/n747997637_1741425_8135308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqnKbq8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NpAMt-e0JsQ/s400/n747997637_1741425_8135308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320869551386897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wei quan( a friend i know since standard 1), cha nee, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqjW3ZnI/AAAAAAAAALs/uV3qo-X1L8w/s1600-h/n747997637_1741230_4797120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqjW3ZnI/AAAAAAAAALs/uV3qo-X1L8w/s400/n747997637_1741230_4797120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320869550365304434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my partner during the 'newspaper game'..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqtxqncI/AAAAAAAAALc/e2R50u1081s/s1600-h/snowphomore+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqtxqncI/AAAAAAAAALc/e2R50u1081s/s400/snowphomore+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320869553162067394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqiZdv2I/AAAAAAAAALk/qkcY7C4D1FQ/s1600-h/snowphomore+night+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeGqiZdv2I/AAAAAAAAALk/qkcY7C4D1FQ/s400/snowphomore+night+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320869550107770722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.. i'll try to update more soon.. it has taken me hours just to update the above.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3124901479929836282?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3124901479929836282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/komrads-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3124901479929836282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3124901479929836282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/04/komrads-life.html' title='KOMRADS life'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SdeFOPRk8qI/AAAAAAAAALE/-sz-AbKulE0/s72-c/n515320849_2369227_8290620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3876934787350743539</id><published>2009-03-29T20:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:00:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h2o ball</title><content type='html'>H2O BALL.. WATER BOMB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCKUinsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/phaQtVeeW_w/s1600-h/2562_59919772913_732267913_1672863_366945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCKUinsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/phaQtVeeW_w/s400/2562_59919772913_732267913_1672863_366945_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589568845520578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;preparing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tvNllzEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/m9r08nNko0o/s1600-h/2562_59924497913_732267913_1672913_5998855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tvNllzEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/m9r08nNko0o/s400/2562_59924497913_732267913_1672913_5998855_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318590342816451650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tbEcyizI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9X7cEm0tp4M/s1600-h/2562_59924487913_732267913_1672911_1291627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tasZ5txI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SP2ch2Fpvjo/s400/2562_59923757913_732267913_1672907_2707143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589990311671570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tabZMXKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5R_fviNlUmM/s1600-h/2562_59923752913_732267913_1672906_4331965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tabZMXKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5R_fviNlUmM/s400/2562_59923752913_732267913_1672906_4331965_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589985745296546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9taaPn0DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W1YTpF40WwA/s1600-h/2562_59923742913_732267913_1672905_5630936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9taaPn0DI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W1YTpF40WwA/s400/2562_59923742913_732267913_1672905_5630936_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589985436717106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tDGG-SyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9e90TenY34Y/s1600-h/2562_59923737913_732267913_1672904_8104166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tDGG-SyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9e90TenY34Y/s400/2562_59923737913_732267913_1672904_8104166_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589584894741282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our facial expressions look so weird is because we were all shouting:"KOMRADDDDSSSS!!!! and RATED-UUUU!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCnSxTtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HOFDX_-T6sg/s1600-h/2562_59921632913_732267913_1672893_4782133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCnSxTtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HOFDX_-T6sg/s400/2562_59921632913_732267913_1672893_4782133_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589576622722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCoovbxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ozgUX0Mcow4/s1600-h/2562_59921627913_732267913_1672892_2304601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCoovbxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ozgUX0Mcow4/s400/2562_59921627913_732267913_1672892_2304601_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589576983310098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCf6_zzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9YgHfAi8CX0/s1600-h/2562_59921607913_732267913_1672889_5230505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCf6_zzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9YgHfAi8CX0/s400/2562_59921607913_732267913_1672889_5230505_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318589574643961650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3876934787350743539?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3876934787350743539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/h2o-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3876934787350743539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3876934787350743539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/h2o-ball.html' title='h2o ball'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sc9tCKUinsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/phaQtVeeW_w/s72-c/2562_59919772913_732267913_1672863_366945_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3423892858528727555</id><published>2009-03-28T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:07:56.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates..</title><content type='html'>a finale chap about this week.. just to drop it down as memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a event called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'H2O BALL'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last week.. ya.. basically it's just a game with water balloons as the theme.. the game is quite fun.. but the best part was the preparation.. haha.. before the game started, we need to fill up the balloons with water.. and guess where we had chosen to do it??........ &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADP12th floor toilets&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; despite the fact that we need to tie about 200 balloons, we had fun playing with the balloons too.. before the game started, we edi get wet.. and the poor entire toilet area also became the victim.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LESSON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of the day: tying balloons isnt an easy job!! then after tying them, we need to shift them to the field nearby ADP from 12th floor.. haha..(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks to the person who created lifts&lt;/span&gt;).. or else it would take ages for us to reach our destination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, when we reached the field, we realized that we missed out the poles(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one of the materials we needed for the game&lt;/span&gt;).. so we decided to grab some branches from the tree.. i was trying so hard to get it.. jump.. jump.. but still couldnt get it.. whereas, darren.. he just need to raise up his hands and pull.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONCLUSION??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im short as everyone knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes to friday, we wanted to promote about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EARTH HOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. then we planned to bring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;banana leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to college to show our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PASSION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to the earth.. when they asked how many should we bring..&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i say '20!!'&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; everybody started teasing me.. sorry.. my bad.. i really dunno that banana leaves are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;huge..at last we decided to bring 3.. actually, at first, we planned to decorate our booth with the banana leaves.. but at the end, we just hold the banana leaves with marker pens.. walked around ADP 12th floor and asked the students to sign and support &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EARTH HOUR&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; haha.. it's pretty weird.. but nvm.. at least now, students will know..&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'oh &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KOMRADS&lt;/span&gt;.. the party with the banana leaves that day..'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are known!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides these two events, there were many small events such as games, sales and so on.. although we had some conflicts(inter, intra) throughout this week, we cant deny that we had much fun too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so next week.. another new challenge is awaiting for us.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Appreciation Week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the 2nd intake freshies are coming in soon.. and the most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the presidential debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(only involves parties' presidents).. although im not involved in the debate, i would wish our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KOMRADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; president, Darren Nah, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in his debate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3423892858528727555?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3423892858528727555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3423892858528727555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3423892858528727555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='updates..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6547132944569666433</id><published>2009-03-24T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:30:54.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic week</title><content type='html'>had been quite some time that i didnt feel so tense.. this week.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tension&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tension&lt;/span&gt;.. tension.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tension&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the last time i felt so tired was i guess during our band intensive practices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentations, assignments, campaigns, meetings, engineering test, calculus mid- term test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had my presentation today edi.. assignment due tmr.. and i have just printed our essay out.. so what left?? what left?? campaigns and REVISION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, studies is sitll my priority.. but dont worry i wont neglect our campaigns too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6547132944569666433?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6547132944569666433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6547132944569666433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6547132944569666433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/hectic-week.html' title='hectic week'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-4812913594914134165</id><published>2009-03-20T00:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:06:18.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOMRADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ScL5_Md8_uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5OANW5vcnX8/s1600-h/poster.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; proudly present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315085020918940002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ScL5qn7fgWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ogMfXuUbSMc/s400/logo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314939692129218146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ScJ1fX_8bmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7-LJA-8tdro/s400/KOMRADs+POSTER+Improved%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;next week.. the CAMPAIGNING WEEK!!!! hopefully everything will be fine.. definitely a hectic week for everyone of us..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-4812913594914134165?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/4812913594914134165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/komrads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4812913594914134165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4812913594914134165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/komrads.html' title='KOMRADS'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/ScL5qn7fgWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ogMfXuUbSMc/s72-c/logo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-7303480790951513630</id><published>2009-03-15T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:33:03.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Happy Birthday**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MISS PHYLL FOO LEE LYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope to see u soon.. hehe.. miss our days in class last time hehe..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313097396986833762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sbvp7rxz62I/AAAAAAAAADc/gLjHQF8bH-g/s320/1_887734121l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313097394255023634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sbvp7hmfzhI/AAAAAAAAADk/uNkx-3Vwg2g/s320/1_925213333l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-7303480790951513630?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/7303480790951513630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-shoutout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7303480790951513630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7303480790951513630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-shoutout.html' title='BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT!!!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sbvp7rxz62I/AAAAAAAAADc/gLjHQF8bH-g/s72-c/1_887734121l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-4857057169174564034</id><published>2009-03-15T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:34:26.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gathering+ sleepover+ dinner</title><content type='html'>yesterday, after several incidents happened, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;, i reached pyramid at 7pm.. we gathered at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;.. then went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Station 1 Cafe'&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.. we couldnt make it for a movie as it's too late and too many ppl queeing.. so we spent the rest of the time chit- chatting.. some of our chit- chatting topics were about &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;.. all told by &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kok hoe and hua yin&lt;/span&gt;( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;both just came back from ns&lt;/span&gt;).. yaya.. ns really make them 'click' together.. haha.. *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dirty grin&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, it's quite a satisfying gathering as 13 among the 19 of us turned up.. what a fun night we had.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313329707303981826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sby9N7JiUwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Phg-Biszd1o/s320/IMG_0166%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313329704683864274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sby9NxY2gNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JmD5oQJrtxc/s320/IMG_0131%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313329701019642210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sby9NjvO6WI/AAAAAAAAADs/vhu9l2LVhN0/s320/IMG_0120%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313329705165736546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sby9NzLvSmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wXjWmk_XOMw/s320/IMG_0140%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to li yen's house.. ya.. it's my&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; first sleepover&lt;/span&gt; at a friend's house.. hehe.. unbelievable ya.. chit.. chit.. chat.. chat.. finally lights off at 1am++ as we need to wake up early the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tonight, haha.. im the '&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BOSS&lt;/span&gt;'.. hehe.. my aunt and uncle rewarded me that day.. rm200 per a i get in spm hehe.. so in return, i should do something to show my gratitude towards my parents and them.. we went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chili's&lt;/span&gt; for dinner( mum, dad, bro, me, aunt, uncle, grandma and maid).. the food there is quite delicious.. and the most important thing is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i paid for the dinner haha..&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so called&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaya.. had a fun and enjoyable fri and sat.. should start studying tmr.. tests are coming soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-4857057169174564034?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/4857057169174564034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/gathering-sleepover-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4857057169174564034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4857057169174564034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/gathering-sleepover-dinner.html' title='gathering+ sleepover+ dinner'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sby9N7JiUwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Phg-Biszd1o/s72-c/IMG_0166%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-1667665256069518485</id><published>2009-03-12T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:45:48.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>judgement day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the spm exam slip is on my hand.. have been worrying about that for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to be honest,&lt;/span&gt; im quite disaoppointed with my biology and bm.. ya.. i get a2 for both of them.. i know i should not complain so much.. but still, just a few more marks to get a1.. hehe.. it's human nature i guess.. always want more.. more.. more.. more.. wont satisfy with whatever we have now.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im proud to pronounce myself as a straight-a student now.. wahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, proudly to present one of my best buddies.... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312325609516571762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sbkr_vZyHHI/AAAAAAAAADU/rFxiDg9FBc4/s320/DSC00015%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;miss ly.. hehe.. she gets super excellent results in spm.. hehe.. CONGRATULATIONS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: ly, dont kill me.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-1667665256069518485?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/1667665256069518485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/judgement-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1667665256069518485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1667665256069518485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/judgement-day.html' title='judgement day..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/Sbkr_vZyHHI/AAAAAAAAADU/rFxiDg9FBc4/s72-c/DSC00015%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8097044248257007174</id><published>2009-03-11T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:02:32.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories..</title><content type='html'>after exploring for about two months, finally we found another restaurant that offers cheaper food.. hehe.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;three dishes one rice costs rm2.00&lt;/span&gt;.. free water.. hehe.. it's a vegetarian restaurant nearby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class today, we had our&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; student council meeting&lt;/span&gt;.. our current student council vice pres attended our meeting too in order to give us some advices.. this makes me recalled the memories i had in band.. when we used to have O.C. meeting too.. and our band's top four have to attend our meeting and give us advices too.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, guess what.. tonight will be a sleepless night for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8097044248257007174?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8097044248257007174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8097044248257007174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8097044248257007174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/memories.html' title='memories..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-5504844477546920038</id><published>2009-03-06T22:36:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:11:34.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>events of the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;today, few of us decided to wear &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;formal&lt;/span&gt; to college.. just for fun.. but, everyone just happened to turn up with semi- formal.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE7D27TtzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VuCZGuhkyCI/s1600-h/good+buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090373116442418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE7D27TtzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VuCZGuhkyCI/s320/good+buddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;justine, me, rebecca, cha nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090381519621154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE7EWOyDCI/AAAAAAAAADI/-DKsGyVkV2M/s320/IMG00038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;trying to act serious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090376256024066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE7ECn17gI/AAAAAAAAADA/4F0Dvfeqspw/s320/IMG00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rebecca, me, wei quan, dre, justine, cha nee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then during the break, we went to play &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;snooker&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN.. haha.. actuallyit's just my second time playing.. but seems that evone and me are getting addicted to it soon.. hehe.. if it's FREE, i dont mind playing it everyday.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after class, we are supposed to have a talk about breast cancer by a doctor from Assunta Hospital.. after waiting for about 30 mis, we were told that he had a emergency case to handle.. so the talk had to be canceled.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089331556535906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE6HO0EzmI/AAAAAAAAACA/La5xCn1pozw/s320/2650_67708455849_515320849_2230479_2738610_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; a group of engineers, actuarists, applied scientists in future.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089344507553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE6H_D1pSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MbtIwn3SQIw/s320/2650_67708465849_515320849_2230481_4759702_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090368399645922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE7DlWvHOI/AAAAAAAAACw/efG4XQxeEYc/s320/2650_67708495849_515320849_2230486_867655_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dre, harry ha, me, evone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310090364228928034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE7DV0XAiI/AAAAAAAAACo/dJetq-MtDa0/s320/2650_67708490849_515320849_2230485_2396723_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me, evone with closed eyes.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089337127496866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE6HjkS7KI/AAAAAAAAACI/pta6LVnhqnk/s320/2650_67708460849_515320849_2230480_7089622_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310089348155397730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE6IMpjVmI/AAAAAAAAACY/c1W8E59tS3E/s320/2650_67708470849_515320849_2230482_2312470_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;professional photographer qian wei, cha nee, me, rebecca, evone, terence, wei quan, kai xian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so after that, we went to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Take A Break'&lt;/span&gt;.. on the way, we met a CSCI lecturer, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mr. Adrian&lt;/span&gt;.. he joined us also.. and guess what.. Mr. Adrian even joined us for card games.. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's the events happened today.. and some of them will be goin to Melacca tmr to celebrate daryl's and yj's birthday.. hope they will have loads of fun.. and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to daryl and yj in advance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-5504844477546920038?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/5504844477546920038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/events-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5504844477546920038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5504844477546920038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/events-of-day.html' title='events of the day..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1KpLCD7Anl0/SbE7D27TtzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VuCZGuhkyCI/s72-c/good+buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-467010798367095587</id><published>2009-03-02T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:41:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two special people..</title><content type='html'>today, when im on the way to friend's car.. i met &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;two special people&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. name: calvin&lt;br /&gt;a friend that i first met during my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;driving test&lt;/span&gt; last week.. he is currently doin A- levels in taylors.. no wonder i'll see him here.. my pleasure to see him again.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. name: eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my primary school friend&lt;/span&gt;.. he went to singapore after standard six for further studies.. shocked to see him around today.. hehe.. and miraculously, he still managed to recognize me.. and remember my name too.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-467010798367095587?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/467010798367095587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-special-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/467010798367095587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/467010798367095587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-special-people.html' title='two special people..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-7400977052528368259</id><published>2009-03-02T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:19:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>market trip..</title><content type='html'>hey.. can u believe it?? we actually went to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;market&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for breanch-(breakfast+lunch) last friday and today.. hehe.. there so many reataurants around our college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chose to go to the market.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food there is very cheap.. but limited choices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, i ate &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'economy rice' + barley = RM3.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, slightly more expensive.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tom yam fried rice+ egg+ fried chicken+ barley= RM7.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are quite impressed that i can eat that much hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-7400977052528368259?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/7400977052528368259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/market-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7400977052528368259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/7400977052528368259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/03/market-trip.html' title='market trip..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8932384667841710712</id><published>2009-02-27T14:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:49:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried again..</title><content type='html'>today, we had our &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;student council discussion&lt;/span&gt;.. the problem now is we have to many members in our group.. and so we have to cut down the number of members.. i can tell u.. it's a very hard task..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we have a list of members.. 'semi-confirmed'.. now, is the toughest thing to do.. how to inform those members that they arent in our party anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.. the 'cruel' darren(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..) asked me to inform one of my friends.. quite close with her though.. how?? as in how to tell her??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"sorry, u are not in our group anymore.. because...."????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant do that.. and he asked me to talk one-to-one to her.. oh.. i really cant.. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words just cant come out from my mouth.. really sorry.. ya i know.. i should change now.. it's time for me to learn to be tougher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, my friend, justine helped me.. she talked to her.. really feel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; but yet &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; to justine.. hehe.. or else i really dunno how to face this situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, im quite worried.. it's like we havent even start our campiagns and everything, the conflicts have began.. oh.. and tmr is our first official meeting.. hopefully everything goes well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i did very badly in my calculus test today.. i just answered 5 out of 10 questions.. oh.. in other words, confirmed that 5% gone edi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8932384667841710712?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8932384667841710712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/worried-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8932384667841710712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8932384667841710712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/worried-again.html' title='worried again..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8081262689455922053</id><published>2009-02-23T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:02:29.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finale chap of my driving test..</title><content type='html'>finally, i &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PASSED&lt;/span&gt; my driving test!!!! gonna get my p-license by this wed or thurs according to my instructor.. vohoo.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8081262689455922053?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8081262689455922053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/finale-chap-of-my-driving-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8081262689455922053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8081262689455922053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/finale-chap-of-my-driving-test.html' title='finale chap of my driving test..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-5541957038055254352</id><published>2009-02-22T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:39:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving..</title><content type='html'>another post about my driving test.. hehe.. sorry to make u guys bored man hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, a new instructor taught me for my last lesson.. oh.. i can tell u that he is much more better than my previous instructor.. he really uses his 'heart' to teach.. unlike my previous one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.. he told me i used a very &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;risky way&lt;/span&gt; to do my parking.. not my fault right?? this is what my previous instructor had taught me.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(anyway, he didnt blame me.. another cikgu.. i think he is the boss even called my previous instructor and questioned him.. asked him why he taught me that way..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tmr is my test edi.. but i still kept on knocking onto the bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by using the so called wrong way to park).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the new instructor decided to teach me another way to do the parking.. he was so worried about my test tmr.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, a total of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;two instructors&lt;/span&gt; taught me together today haha.. maybe im too lousy.. other ppl just have one but i have two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new instructor is so good.. he added extra one hour for me today.. which im pretty sure my previous instructor wont do that.. and he really taught me a lot of things that i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i just did the parking twice using the new method.. really have no confidence to pass tmr.. furthermore, the bukit, three-point turn, on the road.. all also not really perfect.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;/span&gt; to me tmr and my friend who is goin to take his test on tuesday.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-5541957038055254352?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/5541957038055254352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5541957038055254352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/5541957038055254352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/driving.html' title='driving..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-1884195277171297665</id><published>2009-02-21T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:23:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.2.2009</title><content type='html'>today, my dad decided to bring us to a western restaurant- 'JAKE'S CHARBROIL STEAK' for dinner.. actually we wanted to go there long ago but because of the price.. we were always reluctant to go.. but, today, my dad says since he will be goin to Oman soon so he brought us there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we expected, it's quite expensive.. 4 persons about rm300++..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went home.. and my dad came into my room and talked to me.. about half an hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says, the reasons why he decided to go Oman.. besides for our education, he also wanted to have a honey moon with my mum.. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today, only i knew that they didnt have their honey moon after they married due to some economy probs last time&lt;/span&gt;) and my dad is very regret about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, he told me actually he knew that my mum cried silently almost every night since he decided to go Oman.. this is because this period will be the longest period that they will be staying apart from each other since the day they know each other approximately 25 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my dad also told me some of his experience in life last time.. actually my grandma told me before(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but my dad didnt know&lt;/span&gt;) about what my dad had overcome when he was young.. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's not good to mention it here&lt;/span&gt;).. what i can conclude about that is he did not get much love from my grandpa.. then during teenager age, he had to earn a living for his family edi.. and in US, he has to earn a living for his studies as well.. and now, he is edi 45 years old.. he still have to worry about his children's education, try to give his best to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he really gains my salutation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how he knows that im very worried about my spm results nowadays(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or maybe he is just guessing&lt;/span&gt;).. he told me not to worry so much about my results.. what is over, jsut leave it in the past.. however, the more he asked me not to worry, the more i worry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also advised me not to be so lembik anymore.. always get bullied by ppl.. for example, once, i told him that my friend who fetches me to school smokes.. he asked me to tell them at least not to smoke when there is passenger in the car.. but til now, i still dont have the guts to tell my friend.. i really have to learn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the few things i remembered about our talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, i really have no one to talk to.. i have not much time to talk on the phone with my friends.. thus the only place i can pour out my feelings is my blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-1884195277171297665?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/1884195277171297665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/2122009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1884195277171297665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/1884195277171297665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/2122009.html' title='21.2.2009'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-3111636017135480677</id><published>2009-02-21T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:28:31.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unprepared..</title><content type='html'>i'll be having my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;driving test&lt;/span&gt; next MONDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im totally unprepared..&lt;br /&gt;i really have no confidence to pass u know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just practised on the road for &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1 hour&lt;/span&gt; only.. and furthermore, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;im fear of CARS&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl usually prac at home.. but i dont think any of my family members dare to teach me anymore.. as the last two times, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i nearly get into ACCIDENTS&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody says it's very easy to pass.. but i dont think so.. i really cannot control my hands and legs when im nervous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell u what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime during the driving prac, when i feel that i was doin quite well, then i'll tell myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"imagine the next time is my driving test..' 'calm down.. just do the same thing as what i have done just now..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next time, i 75% would have some mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do???? teach me........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-3111636017135480677?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/3111636017135480677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/unprepared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3111636017135480677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/3111636017135480677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/unprepared.html' title='unprepared..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6670765303640253305</id><published>2009-02-19T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:45:02.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>engr test..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;had my engineering test today.. oh.. it's so difficult.. the whole paper is &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;100 marks&lt;/span&gt;.. i think i'll just get around &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;40-50 marks&lt;/span&gt;.. hopefully wont be worse than that.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;passing mark is 70&lt;/span&gt;.. so i dont think i have the chance to pass in this test.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;samantha, work harder pleaseeeee.......&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/5830106873897221439-6670765303640253305?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6670765303640253305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/engr-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6670765303640253305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6670765303640253305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/engr-test.html' title='engr test..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-6929390841278447435</id><published>2009-02-18T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:46:00.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sardine day..</title><content type='html'>oh.. can u imagine?? 6 persons in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;KANCIL&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, as usual my friend fetched me to school.. 4 of us sat in the kancil.. ok.. still alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after class, he said 2 of his friends were goin to follow his car also.. oh gosh.. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's like 6 persons in a KANCIL&lt;/span&gt;!!!! moreover, all boys except me(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who has a boy size too hehe&lt;/span&gt;..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, my friend had to off his air- cond while driving because the KANCIL cannot move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. besides human, i became a sardine too.. what a great experience.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-6929390841278447435?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/6929390841278447435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/sardine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6929390841278447435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/6929390841278447435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/sardine-day.html' title='sardine day..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-618259309121155278</id><published>2009-02-15T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:51:57.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!</title><content type='html'>this is a happy post.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually we went to pyramid for a while just now before we decided to go to ss2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. i saw a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wedding dinner going to be held at pyramid ice skating&lt;/span&gt; there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. it's so romantic.. wedding on the ice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible that i'll have a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wedding on the snow&lt;/span&gt; in my future?? hehe.. i guess it's too early for me to think about that hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-618259309121155278?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/618259309121155278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/618259309121155278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/618259309121155278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-4226792954120428766</id><published>2009-02-14T21:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:35:03.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14.2.2009</title><content type='html'>happy valentines today?? &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/span&gt; to be..&lt;br /&gt;took about 1hour++ to go ss2 from taylors for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i just came down from friend's car.. my parents say they are reaching soon.. so at the end i went home &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;without getting into the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.. funny?? nah.. sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this make me recalled back the bad memories i had in band.. dont get me wrong.. i had these bad memorise is because of my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;own family problems&lt;/span&gt;.. nothing related to my fellow band members..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went to any performance or outing last time, i had to worried about many things.. i can say, most of my outings in secondary school weren't &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;100% enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;.. because everytime i would definitely get scolded before i went out or maybe when i came back.. and when i was outside with friends, i have to look at the clock all the time.. worrying whether i could get home on time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?? i really cant control everything in the world.. sometimes it's out of my control.. why always is my fault??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyway i do admit that sometimes is my fault but not always&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im in college.. i thought things will change.. however, it remains the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually felt very &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;left out&lt;/span&gt; in college because everytime they went out i also couldnt join them.. and finally, today is my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; goin out with my college friends.. and at the end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i think i wrote too many sad things in the blog edi.. next time i should write about some &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy incidents&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-4226792954120428766?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/4226792954120428766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-today-supposed-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4226792954120428766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/4226792954120428766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-today-supposed-to-be.html' title='14.2.2009'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8522257273293693762</id><published>2009-02-13T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:49:42.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first time..</title><content type='html'>today is the first time im taking bus &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;.. sounds unbelievable right?? almost 18 edi, now only the first time i take bus alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, my friend gave me a last min notice that he cant fetch me home today.. and i dont dare to ask my parents last min to fetch me again.. as they are edi quite pissed off with my friend who always gave late notice.. and always cant fetch me home.. what's the point of paying u &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;100 bucks &lt;/span&gt;per month and u dont fetch me home..( sorry my friend, if u are reading this post.. i really have to say that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take public transport home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first time.. so when most of them in the bus are half- sleeping, im the only one who is awake.. because i felt it very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont really know when to go down the bus.. just guessing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus finally stopped at kelana jaya.. and i have no choice.. have to take taxi home &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i take taxi alone again after that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;terrifying incident&lt;/span&gt; that happened to me during form 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after about 1 hour.. i reached home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my first lesson to learn to be an INDEPENDENT girl.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i have stepped out my first step&lt;/span&gt;.. hooray.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8522257273293693762?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8522257273293693762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8522257273293693762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8522257273293693762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-time.html' title='my first time..'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-8948566950787244631</id><published>2009-02-07T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:48:27.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i was a band member in CHS, i was so afriad to have a post.. i just wanted to be an ordinary band member.. i did not want to take up any responsibity.. such a coward person i was( or maybe i am)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i think im changing.. since i stepped into taylor's college, i joined as many clubs as i can.. furthermore, i try to be part of the committee instead of just a member.. to my secondary schoolmates ( especially my bandmates) who are reading, shocked huh?? because im definitely not that kind of person.. why?? i think im just starting to accept the fact that im goin to USA in 2 years time.. in order to survive in US, i know.. i have to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i seriously have to improve my english.. sentences like 'no la, got mer??, i dunno wo..' should be avoided.. then, i have to learn to be more outspoken, more sociable, more independent and lots more.. i cant be the small little flower that always protected by my friends and family anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully, i can achieve my 2009's target.. USA, here i come....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5830106873897221439-8948566950787244631?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/8948566950787244631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8948566950787244631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/8948566950787244631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/changing.html' title='changing....'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830106873897221439.post-2858866165319288593</id><published>2009-02-07T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:13:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*HAPPY BIRTHDAY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;my blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;u are born on the 7th february 2009..&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/5830106873897221439-2858866165319288593?l=samr91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/feeds/2858866165319288593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-shoutout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2858866165319288593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5830106873897221439/posts/default/2858866165319288593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samr91.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-shoutout.html' title='BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUT!!'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02463567776981452626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
