<?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-4324636207825143774</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:49:11.938-07:00</updated><category term='departing and leaving of best freinds'/><category term='excitement and craziness'/><category term='evenful'/><category term='craziness'/><category term='caring'/><category term='refreshments'/><category term='curiousy'/><category term='worried'/><category term='tiredness'/><category term='irritants'/><category term='exhaustion'/><category term='joyful moments with friends and some hot items sale'/><category term='bitterness'/><category term='worried and sick'/><category term='scareness'/><category term='courages n love for a fren'/><category term='desperate'/><category term='hesitating'/><category term='wonderful futsal with friends'/><category term='touching moment'/><category term='joyful'/><category term='craziest moment with frens and secrets sharing'/><category term='Expecting a better life'/><category term='confused'/><category term='frienship and love as &apos;bro&apos;s and sis&apos;'/><category term='fun'/><category term='happiness with friends like family'/><category term='suprised'/><category term='adventurous'/><category term='fear'/><category term='nervous'/><title type='text'>Sandra's emotional memoir... XP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-2395037307451875628</id><published>2010-09-08T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T06:30:08.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Great Trip to Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Hey, earthlings, how are you all? Great days huh? Well, last week once holiday started, I'd went to Ipoh's golf club for 3 days 2 nights' trip. As you see, living in the club house was really cool. Because that place was very peaceful and silence. Besides, there had a panaromic view, especially when we climb up a hill to the waterfall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we went there to hunt for delicious food. I did grew fatter because of that. Erm... we had some different food but one thing is their food are really sweet compared to ours.&amp;nbsp;We don't really have much activities besides eating. haha... We actually eat a lot of durian at a food stall. Imagine more than 10 person "rampas" 3 small durian?! How exciting? slow poke don't get to eat... XD The durian is very nourishing sweet and yummy. At night, we also ate many dishes at a food court. You can't resist their dessert. After our dinner, we even went to a western restaurant -- Indulgence, for cakes. Their cakes were really melt in our mouth however they were also very expensive. Although we only had cakes but we'd spent over 200 ringgit. Ohmigod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we also went to Taiping for toasted bread and teh O ice. Em... Okay la, I shall continue next time.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-2395037307451875628?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2395037307451875628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=2395037307451875628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2395037307451875628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2395037307451875628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-great-trip-to-ipoh.html' title='My Great Trip to Ipoh'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-914733429222191439</id><published>2010-06-27T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:17:03.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/TCdoizhXufI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0O8u58gzP60/s1600/Piano.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/TCdoizhXufI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0O8u58gzP60/s320/Piano.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first few days of the patriotic song practise, I totally don't have any idea of movements or additional vocal. I was just leading for the sick of doing it bacause the main soul of the song- the composer wasn't there anymore. I felt stupid and hopeless to stand out. It seems like I don't care either.&amp;nbsp;But day by day until something totally change me... It's a song, which is the hitz of the town now, had inspire me on changing the song into our very own special and extraordinary theme song. This song is the most familiar song to the football lover for now,&amp;nbsp;I guess. =) I felt the magic of the song, it change me... With it, I think we can actually win the competition. Here we come people! Us, &amp;nbsp;4sc1 is so going to knock them down. In a total new style and way of singing. It's our time to shine once again. I believe in all my classmates... those who'd give all their efford to this. Gambate... * smile *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-914733429222191439?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/914733429222191439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=914733429222191439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/914733429222191439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/914733429222191439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-inspiration.html' title='My Inspiration'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/TCdoizhXufI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0O8u58gzP60/s72-c/Piano.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-2089945634613254367</id><published>2010-06-03T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T03:25:51.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expecting a better life'/><title type='text'>Exam Period... No hope...</title><content type='html'>Well, i know i had not been updating my blog for 3 months, today I just drop by to write something down... =)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this 3 weeks of exam, I actually tried sort of hard to score. But god damn it, the paper is so difficult, still not use to writing so many papers. Anyway, I still have fun especially on all the paper 3?! woohoo, cool... I just receive my sejarah paper 1 today and score 33 over 50. Isn't it a good start?? Hopefully, I can get top 10 this time but seems like it's totally impossible. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... right after this exam, i think I may be 10 times busier than now bacause of all the other jobs. However, I'm still looking forward to this coming holidays, I bet it'll be real fun of trying new things besides shopping. We planned to actually cycle around the Bukit Jalil area or Shah Alam... Isn't that extremely challenging?! So it proved that I'm now living a super duper happy life... Felt like something boost me up, gambate, Teng~! U'll live a better life without pessimism XD Tata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/TAeDEAC9n8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ICJJHE9FPSg/s1600/cycling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/TAeDEAC9n8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ICJJHE9FPSg/s320/cycling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-2089945634613254367?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2089945634613254367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=2089945634613254367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2089945634613254367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2089945634613254367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/06/exam-period-no-hope.html' title='Exam Period... No hope...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/TAeDEAC9n8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ICJJHE9FPSg/s72-c/cycling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-5006510005304115664</id><published>2010-03-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:25:03.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courages n love for a fren'/><title type='text'>Courages to a sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey.... I read your blog moments ago. You seemed to be having some serious matter on your life. I knew it was hard for you to not adapt to thier culture there. They play lot still and very relaxing. Is that that way you actually felt you're lost in? Not being the one you used to be here? The hard-working, dedicated and the one who was always clear with her targets?! I think you should really sit down and think wise... What's the exact problem you're facing... You can always ask for my opinion although we're far apart... I know you can definately receive my message as we're always connected to each other deep inside. Do not fear of all sorts of obstacles that your going through, I bet you can surely solve it. Because... THAT'S WHO YOU ARE... All this situation will soon be gone. You'll find your way bacause God will always leave you a window open.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; " FIND THE RAINBOW &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN IT RAINS "... &lt;/b&gt;Don't give up girl... &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We love you, and we always are&lt;/i&gt;... I'll try to online this wednesday to have a little chat with you... Bought my mic, couldn't wait to hear your voice XD&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;GAMBATE, SISSY!!! TAKE CARE..&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/4324636207825143774-5006510005304115664?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5006510005304115664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=5006510005304115664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5006510005304115664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5006510005304115664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/03/courages-to-sister.html' title='Courages to a sister'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-4259294858775501196</id><published>2010-03-09T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:58:58.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhaustion'/><title type='text'>Busy and irritating days</title><content type='html'>I met one of my ex-tuition class mate on a new year open house of my mum's boss. I didnt used to talk to him in tuition centre last time but we did for now. We almost chatted everyday untill my mum keep mumbling me again on those stuff. I found, she had doubts on persuading me not to chat with him so often because she asked us to exchange to number at first. I was already very busy and troublesome now. I can't really tolerate the way she approached me, commanding me and checking on me. Seems like she's the one who had those "love- love" thingy in her mind but not me... Totally and absolutely not... At this important moment... Her actions really irritates me a lot, "sorry to say that, mum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Form 4's a honey-moon year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... I'm ambivalent...  I'm sort of busy at all time. Wondering what exactly was occupying most of my time.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;I have homeworks, need to study, got St. John foot drill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;campaign, librarian duties,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;EVERYTHING... I'm so tired and exhausted everyday... Thinking what can actually boost up my energy?! * rolling my eye and think* Besides, I got the worst marks ever in my life on the first term's monthly test... How could it be? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I couldn't surpass myself!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I keep asking myself...' WHY?' What had actually happened that made me did this sort of mistake? I totally lost my confident. Ever since I got my results, I'm not happy and worried. Leaving in fear every single day... sighed... I'm really really tired... Have to&amp;nbsp; give myself another reflexion...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-4259294858775501196?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4259294858775501196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=4259294858775501196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4259294858775501196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4259294858775501196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-and-irritating-days.html' title='Busy and irritating days'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-7799036309826924055</id><published>2010-03-03T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:18:06.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nervous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worried and sick'/><title type='text'>Finally passed through  the tough days</title><content type='html'>At first, I was quite worried about my exam as it's a new formats and subjects. I put much affords on them... but still a little lazy... XD I try to sneak out with my aunt every single time I want to study?! Doesn't that sounds fun? On one hand I promised to study well and on the other hand, I was trying to escape from the reality... Anyway, It'd finally gone through.&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; I spend the most time studying Biology&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, quite interesting actually, whereas&amp;nbsp; only started on my Sejarah at the very last minute... What happened to me? That used to be my favorite subject? What's wrong with me?, I kept muttering to myself... I bet I'd last interest in it because it's kindna boring... Well, dont care about that at this moment... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hell ya, my add maths!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @.@!!! I'm so dead... Think I'm going to fail it... I left quite a lot of blanks... But I did do revision and exercises, maybe I'd just not sure which is the correct application of the formulae on the questions... Sighed.When I was doing the paper,&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I was&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;sweating like hell..&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Stupid me?! Alright, kindna lazy to type longer, need to have some rest because I totally lost my voice... X(&amp;nbsp; Tata...*waving*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-7799036309826924055?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7799036309826924055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=7799036309826924055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/7799036309826924055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/7799036309826924055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-passed-through-tough-days.html' title='Finally passed through  the tough days'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-7788039222928796290</id><published>2010-02-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:51:10.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching moment'/><title type='text'>ambivalence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just finished chatting with my girl... Finally saw her in web cam... So sorry that I didnt managed to get a mic to talk directly to u... It'd been a month we didnt see each other... Few day ago, I passed by her condo, memories flashed back... I always visit your house, so do u... We chatted for an hour and more... We looked at each other in cam... Glad to actually see you again indirectly... We dont wanna say bye to each other, but we have to when time tics at 11.30p.m... She off lined... My tears dropped, endlessly...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;touched&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Shown by my&lt;strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tear drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-7788039222928796290?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7788039222928796290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=7788039222928796290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/7788039222928796290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/7788039222928796290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/02/ambivalence.html' title='ambivalence...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-8483280576657510543</id><published>2010-02-19T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:26:44.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little horror of CNY</title><content type='html'>Hey people, it'd been quite a while I didn't blog!! I was kindna busy and lazy at all time, hehe... Well, if you asked how's my CNY?! I would say worst then last's I'd past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Straight to the point&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; I went back to Seremban right after my Friday school. Actually that day was kindna rush because we have to go back before the traffic came to a standstill. Then, just a little jam we had ( phew!! Luckily!! Or else my butt's gonna be flatten... * chortled * ). Actually live in Seremban was so damn boring!! The shopping mall and entertainment centre held was countable. I bet I'll die if I stay there for the rest of my life but a very peaceful state. ( yeap, I've got the point!! ) What I only do with my family is watched television at home, gambling, went for movies or went out for some sort of meal hunting . Emmm... I did had lots of nourishing and delicious food that period!! Oh, I'm starving again talking bout good food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On this week, I watched two movies which is Percy Jackson and Big Small Soldier ( wondering, is the english name of this movie correct ?? ). Percy Jackson was basically about some sort of Greece God and Goddess and their chidren. Ohmigod, Percy Jackson, the son of God Poseidon was God damn handsome... And also the lady, opps, forgotten her name, but I remembered she's the daughter of Goddes Athena... Same was absolutely pretty! This particular movie just burnt up my interest of reading the true history of it... Meanwhile, the other movie's story was not that attracting and blur but their acting was quite funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  A thing which everyone will not left but gambling... Yup, so do I?! I actually won more than last year though... Maybe it sounds silly but I always didn't have good luck in gambling... But I learned skills this year... muhahaha * evil grin &amp;amp; chuckled *... Other than that, I just stayed at home doing nothing. I'm soon die-ing of boredness. Alright, I'm busy to write continuously without stopping, so I got to go... I'll try to update soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-8483280576657510543?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8483280576657510543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=8483280576657510543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8483280576657510543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8483280576657510543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-horror-of-cny.html' title='My little horror of CNY'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-5688241904155333881</id><published>2010-01-12T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:09:26.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless &amp; Stressful Days</title><content type='html'>At first, I just wanna apologize to all my friends which visited my link many times. I'm so sorry that I didn't update my blog lately, was too busy on my work. I wouldn't explain about how my first day went because except for busy, it was still busy... haha... I'm kind of stress although it had only passed for a week. I knew I didn't put in enough effort on my studies last year. I was too childish to fall for some... Well, I just realized I was a dump ass! Therefore this year, I promised to give my hundred percents' concentration only on my studies... My everyday work were more than I ever expect?! I couldn't manage to actually finish my jobs on time but I'll try my best anyway... I'm really traumatized on all my work especially homework ( Oh my, I barely breathe... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on our first general meeting, we, the St. John's Committees, were already in severe trouble. All the stupid gangsters were like barbarian!!! All of us had shouted so many times but nobody listen to that... Oh God! I can't stand the noise they made and finally we kicked them out... Hooray, the noise had finally lowered down... I really pitied Kevin and Si they all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I can't sit in front of the computer any longer... Anyway, I'll update my blog whenever I have time, but most probably will be once in a fort night. Sorry once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-5688241904155333881?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5688241904155333881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=5688241904155333881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5688241904155333881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5688241904155333881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2010/01/timeless-stressful-days.html' title='Timeless &amp; Stressful Days'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-469169341636605926</id><published>2009-12-30T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:51:11.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip with family to Ipoh and Penang</title><content type='html'>Date: Last Sunday to Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that was a trip which my family joined one of our friend back to his hometown... a eating trip?! Wow, can't imagine the great, yummy food all in front of me... It totally stimulated my salivary glands?! That was a 3 hours' trip and we reached there in the noon. We went for Ipoh Kueh Toew and Tarts for lunch! I seldom eat egg tarts but that was definately my favourite. the outter layer of it was so hot and chrunchy while the inner egg layer was so tasty with the plain pandan flavour. Owesome! Later at 2 something, we went to check in a so called " hotel " named Sri Malaysia. I thought we were living in the club house's hotel but unfortunately all the hotels were fully book. God damn, I hated the motel that sounded like hotel?! The stupid pinkish wall paint just disgust me. Once we open the door,&amp;nbsp; the room was just like a normal 2 star hotel. Oh shit?! That what i spilt when I once step into the bathroom... What sort of toilet is that? Oh my... I can't had further discribtion on that. At night, we went to eat at a place named " dong gu ting ", yea, I know it was a funny name but a place that was crowded of people. Delicious food were all hunted there. It was the first time I had a fried dont know a prawn... * tounge out* Besides, I had some special jelly like ice kacang, it was quite yummy. After that, back to "hotel", sleeping time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two, we drove all way long to Penang from Ipoh to hunt for yummy food again. We reached there at noon too and we went for lunch at a hawker stall. Their ice kacang was great. Then, we went to Kek Lok Si... Futhermore, we went for a walk in Komdar before moving back to Ipoh. That night, the dinner was my favourite. I first had such a delicious chewey octopus. Finally, last day, we got back to KL after lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-469169341636605926?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/469169341636605926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=469169341636605926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/469169341636605926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/469169341636605926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-with-family-to-ipoh-and-penang.html' title='Trip with family to Ipoh and Penang'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-8912089311191507860</id><published>2009-12-30T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:18:39.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason's birthday celebration + gathering in MV</title><content type='html'>Date: Last Saturday ( 26 Dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, reviewing the scene on last Saturday and refreshing it again and again so I wont miss anything....&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we met at the top floor of MV and there was crowded with people, everone was lining up for ticketing. Hey, that was the first time the guys lined up to buy the tickets... muhaha, just because Joyce and I got there late. That day we went for ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS... Hell yea, the chipmunk and chippettes were damn cute... I'm totally fall for them!! * giggles* I loved the way they sang... owh, I crazy over it... Then, we did things as usual &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; acade games... What the! That day we saw two totally crazy guys playing the dancing machine, they were freaking pro?! That just suprised us, we then dont dare to play in front of them... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie, we went for brunch at Sushi King... Erhem, nine people in a table, we were stucked like sardines! But we took a few pictures there and it was quite fun... Oh ya, it was really weird when Edmund brought McD's burger into the restaurant... * evil laugh*&amp;nbsp; " BURGER IN SUSHI KING" ...=.=&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for me because I went home early!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-8912089311191507860?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8912089311191507860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=8912089311191507860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8912089311191507860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8912089311191507860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/jasons-birthday-celebration-gathering.html' title='Jason&apos;s birthday celebration + gathering in MV'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-436601425732985555</id><published>2009-12-25T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T10:09:56.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suprised'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement and craziness'/><title type='text'>Christmas' Sleep Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Location: ta da... MY HOUSE ( again ) XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really sorry, people, for late updates because I'm kind of lazy to write stuff... Finally, I'd made up my mind to write this post in addition to fulfill Joyce's "wishes"... ( She always said: I reviewed your blog oftenly but without any latest post! Disappointing... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, stop the nonsence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, This Christmas Eve was my best day ever!!! I felt like all the lucks strikes straight towards me. woots! That was the day our PMR results were out * hotest news *, everyone was so worried including me! I didn't expect anything from it except death... haha. Going to take the results, for me, was running towards the "heavenly hell"... ( sounded weird, I know! ) But everyone knows it was the fact, I'll had to accept it... Once Joyce, my aunt and I reached school, we started being nervous. Our nervous systems were getting tied tightly, almost ran out of oxygen! We came to the front of our class teacher, she was seeking for our result paper... "Joycelin, lapan A(s)", both of us screamed out loudly, she'd made it... I hugged her and congrats her... OH MY, IT'S MY TURN NOW!!! " Teng Siaw Hui.... straight A(s)!", OH MY GOD! I'd made it mum... my aunt and I yelled out our madness and hugged each other... Ops, people around were staring at us, THE STAR FOR A MOMENT! *giggles* Hooray, my night mare had finally past. Everyone came to congrats us and so were we... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the evening, the three lady and gentlemens were here to ring my door bell. We sat in my roon for some chat, quite stupid actually as we didn't know what to do. A while later, my mum and aunt came back from hypermarket, then we were suggested to go out. It was a good suggestion, mum, because she said we need privacy. ( I totally agreed with you the first time... Yea right, we needed privacy badly. haha, just joking ) Well, we actually went to Midvalley for our own activities. Erm... we first went for dinner at the food court. We ate the szilling hot plates while the thin guy Jason ate two big plates of chicken rice. Wow, couldn't believe a slim guy like him had such a elephant appetite. I should really bow to him. Next &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;movie, The Treasure Hunter. It was quite nice and funny, especially it was acted by a few handsomes and pretties! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After the movie, we went for acade games at both the acade centre. The basketball match among guys and girls were great. ( Hey guys, we, the girls almost got cha! Wait! I mean their points...) Later was the time we shake and show off our true talents in DANCING! You're right, we played the dancing machine and I beated all of them... muhaha, that's what a pro showed! * evil wink * Before we go, I suggest we took some pictures there. Hmm well, the so called lengzai(s) and Joyce delay-deli at the center point and my mum rang me at last, so we went home without taking a single picture. No way, it's not the end yet, we went to OUG Plaza's Station 1 for a drink and count down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Owh, finally back to my sweet home and we bathed quickly for the continuous activities. We played pokers all night long till almost the breaking dawn. Joyce won the most and the punishment for losers were to leave our blanket with the winner. ( I want my blanket back, Joyce! ) At the last game, all three losers shall sleep without blanket and pillows! &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; the rules set by the cacat Andrew... Oh hell yea, I won the last game... ALL THE BLANKET AND PILLOWS WERE MINE!!! LMAO!! What the...&amp;nbsp;the guys&amp;nbsp;immediately grabbed their blanket and wrapped it around themselves. Joyce&amp;nbsp;pleased me to return her the blanket, sure, but the deal was... she must help me pull away the blankets from the guys... THE BLANKET FIGHTING GAMES WERE STARTED!! Shit! Jason's damn strong and I didn't managed to get the blanket while Joyce almost got it from the cacat, because she's freaking "mascular"... Oh gosh, I can't stand the tiredness from the sleepless night... We finally switched off the lights and I slept on my cozy spot while the others were still fighting for the blanket and sleeping place... ( Good Night, friends, I really got to sleep... XD ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yes,&amp;nbsp;I had finished typing this bloody long post... My hands were really strengthless now, got to go... computer off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-436601425732985555?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/436601425732985555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=436601425732985555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/436601425732985555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/436601425732985555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-sleep-over.html' title='Christmas&apos; Sleep Over'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-4934030220552131259</id><published>2009-12-20T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:02:09.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziness'/><title type='text'>Nothing doing...</title><content type='html'>I'm too free... Simply just throw something in here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-4934030220552131259?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4934030220552131259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=4934030220552131259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4934030220552131259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4934030220552131259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-doing.html' title='Nothing doing...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-8426440944411883067</id><published>2009-12-20T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:58:20.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><title type='text'>My weekends</title><content type='html'>My weekend has always be bored?! I'm hand-cuffed at home. Oh well, not so bad actually as i could have my own sweet time watching tv or playing computer. I'd been reading my book lately... not very exciting but quite interesting... in the sense of learning! Erm... my english sucks *sighed*... muttering: why can't I write good english like Joyce do?! No doubts, I'm always worst then her. Still got lots to learn from her... Oh my, I'm so worried of my PMR results! I don't have even a little confident of scoring an A! I should go en route&amp;nbsp;to the&amp;nbsp;dungeon and kill myself!&amp;nbsp;Alright, I'm very tired at this moment... *clicked* LIGHTS OFF, NITEZ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-8426440944411883067?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8426440944411883067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=8426440944411883067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8426440944411883067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8426440944411883067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-weekends.html' title='My weekends'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-2531844054779451592</id><published>2009-12-18T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:41:18.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evenful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhaustion'/><title type='text'>A whole busy day</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I'm typing this post with my little strength left after going out the whole day. It was a hard&amp;nbsp;opportunity to have my mum on leave to shop with me. We went to The Curve together without the disturbance of my evil, naughty little dumpy brother. *evil giggle* The main purpose that we went there was to change my slipper. I finally bought a suitable and comfortable sllipper &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Hush Puppies! ( owh, I love the doggy! ) Then, we went for sushi at Sakae Sushi... the cheapest sushi ever... especially the salmon! ( my favorite ) After that, I pulled my mum to Borders for some books hunting. I bought a book I'd demanded for months &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. OMG, I hate M'sia. If they really encourage us to study more, why can't they just lower down the price of books? Damn freaking expansive. =.=!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I went to my relatives open house dinner. Wow, his house was quite big and have plenty of spaces. But I'm suprised that he didn't buy many furnitures for his beautiful " dream house"... Then I saw someone that shocked me quite a while... He's a boy from my skool... Same age but different class! Can't imagine K.L was such a small place and&amp;nbsp;I would met him there. Alright, my uncle complained bout I'm blocking his line.. Go to quit, Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-2531844054779451592?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2531844054779451592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=2531844054779451592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2531844054779451592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2531844054779451592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-busy-day.html' title='A whole busy day'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-342063531092872427</id><published>2009-12-17T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:33:46.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiredness'/><title type='text'>The First Sleep Over night at my home</title><content type='html'>A night ago, Jason, Andrew and Joyce came to my house to sleep over after a whole exhausted day at Sunway. We reached home around 11p.m. and we quickly went to bath one by one then arranged the bed in my room. I won't usually let guys sleep in my room and they were the first. 3 bed in a small room, we could hardly moved but it was fun. We played guitar and sang along with disgust as we were all tired and strengthless. Felt sorry to torture the others, haha. Additionaly, Andrew plays good songs... I'm jealous! Haha, just joking. We chat and played all around untill 3a.m. When we switched off the lights to sleep, Joyce told us that she was dizzy after drinking the few sips of beer just now.&amp;nbsp;( "Oh my...", I was thinking to myself ) I was really worried bout her. She begged us to go to bed while she herself wrapped with a comforter and sat at a corner. That just bothered us and we all can't get to sleep. Because of that we called her "The Batu Cave", what a silly name that was. We tried our best to take care of her but I thought she started getting a little annoying. Hey, just a little, Joyce, cause you really scared us. A while later, Jason had slept like daed pig, haha, just a adjective. Maybe that&amp;nbsp;I can't sleep, my stomach getting hunger, finally i got gastric. I ate some medicine then suddenly vomitted. (Sigh... Luckily they didn't saw me. Phew...) Then, I went out to my balcony to see some stars and had a little chat with joyce and andrew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cacat finally can't stand the tiredness anymore&amp;nbsp;and he went back to sleep. Then followed by me, accept for joyce. She sat at the bed's corner and stared at three of us the whole night. ( she just acted like a vampire " Vampire Freak") * evil laugh* &lt;br /&gt;~Trying to blog more often as all of you wish... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-342063531092872427?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/342063531092872427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=342063531092872427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/342063531092872427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/342063531092872427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-sleep-over-night-at-my-home.html' title='The First Sleep Over night at my home'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-790716889879917443</id><published>2009-12-17T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:26:04.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness with friends like family'/><title type='text'>15 December at Sunway Lagoon</title><content type='html'>Hell yea, that was the first time&amp;nbsp;I went to Sunway Lagoon. Jason, Andrew, Joycelin and I met up at my house and set off to our destination. There was crowded of people queing for ticketing. After a while of waiting and lining up, we finally got in. We wasted 20 ringgit on the stupid locker just in a twist for opening it. Then, We rented two double float and my partner was Joyce, which means the two guy shared one, sounded gay, haha. We playe a few slides and shouted like insane people *ah~* accept for Andrew. He sqealed like a crow * ah, ah, ah, ah, ah* haha, no offence! ( can't stop laughing my head off) Besides we, stayed at the surfing beach for almost 2 hours, only on "boat" flipping but that was the climax of our trip. ( hey cacat, you were too heavy to be turn down from the float) We also took some pictures under the water there and it was nice! Then we went for lunch and took some photoes again after eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we were ready for the Amusement Park. Uhuh, we went for the first ride on a cowboy ride which spin all the way through. From that moment on, I found that Jason could really scream like a girl, high and loud. He's totally too high for it. Oh well, then we went for the rivier ride thingy and we all screamed and plyed like crazy gals... Actually that's nothing to shout about, it's just for fun! We were way too high, just like I'd mentioned. Suddenly, the sky turned dark and at that time we were waiting for a ride on the Buffalo Ride. It's moved up and then run down the water and we were all wet again after changing the dry clothes. So was the rain... It came doen the crust just like raining cats and dogs. It seems we were getting even wetter and so we continue for the second and third ride on this Buffalo Ride. Soon we became wet and stinky because of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's closing, after a while of cleaning, we then proceed to the Sunway Pyramid for dinner. We ate the Korea BBQ that night and ahd a little beer. The stupid Jason called a can Heineken that cost us 11 bucks, that's expensive and not valueable. There were some time left before my mum's coming so we went for ice-skating. Joyce was teaching her little husband, Andrew while jason and I&amp;nbsp;skated around and around together. We really had fun and they three fell a few times accept for me! *evil wink* Ops, we were out late and i got scolded by my mum.... X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-790716889879917443?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/790716889879917443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=790716889879917443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/790716889879917443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/790716889879917443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/15-december-at-sunway-lagoon.html' title='15 December at Sunway Lagoon'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-1912862678347705569</id><published>2009-12-14T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:01:38.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craziest moment with frens and secrets sharing'/><title type='text'>Best frens' visit at home...</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was really a freaking funny day...&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Jason and Joyce came to my condo at 8a.m. for tennis.&lt;br /&gt;We were actually picking up balls more then hitting it...&lt;br /&gt;Can't really imagine the guy who was the first time playing tennis has such good skills...&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and I couldn't catch many of his surf...&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we'd asked the Chinese version of OBAMA out for breakie... Muhaha, That's our librarian PRESIDENT!!! &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Sean Soo&lt;br /&gt;We had&amp;nbsp;the craziest chating over some unlogical stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Jason, Joyce and I look alike and we were said to be siblings... ( same father, different mum ) XD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we joke with him, he did believed and answered " Hey, I really believed what you'all said one&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;because you'all do looked alike..." *evil laugh* THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~ Our so called "same DADDY" owned a chicken " wing " farm ( which jason said it can fly on it's own ) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and SUNWAY GROUP COMPANY... RIDICULOUS, haha&lt;br /&gt;~ We had 50 over chicken wings at home and invited him to eat with us... THE CHICKEN WINGS ARE &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OUR STATUS OF WEALTH!!!&amp;nbsp; ( the biggest rumour ever! chicken wings as a status of wealthy?? o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 11 something, we, the three siblings came home to start preparing for our chicken wings whole meal. Couldn't believe JASON CAN COOK! Hey, dun play play, he was the chief for the dishes... &lt;br /&gt;We cooked teriyaki chicken WINGS and coke chicken WINGS... There's still tons of chicken wings in my frige... "CHICKEN FEVER" oh gosh... Ops, we forgotten SEAN!!! Oh my... he was late and we'd finished all 16 pieces of chicken wings... damn delicious man &amp;gt;&amp;gt; cooked my chief YEE... XD Great chief...&amp;nbsp;( Jason's gonna fly after hearing this!! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea right, then we went down to the pool side to take pictures! Right after Jason go, the Chinese Obama came to my house... we watched movies till around 6 something then we went to mamak for tea... Hell ya, we shared lots of secrets!! ( hey, told cha it's secret! Better don't ask me... =.=!! ) Er... then he offered to send me home with a bad excuss! I'm not a guy!! (what the?!) That's the end... Ta da! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-1912862678347705569?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1912862678347705569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=1912862678347705569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/1912862678347705569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/1912862678347705569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-frens-visit-at-home.html' title='Best frens&apos; visit at home...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-4457366196513513797</id><published>2009-12-12T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:59:00.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful moments with friends and some hot items sale'/><title type='text'>An outting with some girl frens</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to midvalley with some gals...&lt;br /&gt;Yup, they're Heidi, Li Liing, and another new fren Gui Ying, Sam's sis&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie directed by Stephen Chow- Jump...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, actually that movie was quite funny and the girl really could dance well!&lt;br /&gt;She just burn up my spirit of learning break dance again, *smilly grin*&lt;br /&gt;muhaha, but i just don't really like the ending because of the kungfu thingy...&lt;br /&gt;Why must Stephen Chow add Kungfu in every single of his movie, duh?!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it still was great accept for the stupid laughter by the girl... eeew...XS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walk around those shops and i saw a beautiful high heel!! @.@&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it so much but... it doesn't fit my "giant" foot! what the... &lt;br /&gt;Follow by some cute and fashionable T-shirt by Giordano!! &lt;br /&gt;( hey, heidi and liliing, I don't care but we must get one of that someday!!!! I've add it in my shopping list, muhahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, haven really discribe the atmosphere there...&lt;br /&gt;Owh, It so beautiful and romantic with the yellow lightings,&lt;br /&gt;and I always love their design...&amp;nbsp; This year's was a little like those fairy tale...&lt;br /&gt;huge castles, snowy christmas trees, tall cages with some escaped deers...&lt;br /&gt;All I can say it's MARVALOUS!!! haha... XD&lt;br /&gt;We took many pictures there...&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I saw some shinny, special masks which was best dedicated to Maskarade!&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I bought 1, gold colour!&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'll buy some of the cute christmas hair bands for my little guests during my christmas party!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think that's it... 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This is my favourite occcasion among all those...&lt;br /&gt;I used to have party n performances at that time!&lt;br /&gt;Neh, but not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I plan for this Christmas???&lt;br /&gt;It seems like another boring year this time...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to invite some best friends over to my house n have a little chat or what!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps nobody's home at that night...&lt;br /&gt;( Wei, please don't think of dirty thingy...)&lt;br /&gt;Just because i wouldn't got scolded for playin too crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I demand for this Christmas???&lt;br /&gt;Ipod?? Cash?? A Date?? No way!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha... any idea?? Gimme some... 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cafe...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-4628827584924089253</id><published>2009-11-27T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:13:23.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/Sw_5a-e7cOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QypAdVHJeHo/s1600/Lost_Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/Sw_5a-e7cOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QypAdVHJeHo/s320/Lost_Logo.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I always wish to have the peaceful moment, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at this hactic and exhausting lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, I found myself started staying apart from people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Which I DON'T KNOW WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Day by day, I talk lesser to my friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;It just seems like we'h totally lost contact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;yea, I know it sound funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's going on with me??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Supposingly,&amp;nbsp;I should feel happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;but why am I still &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Oh My...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;God, please show me the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;be my guidience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I know &lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I shall focus on my study&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Is it the best and only way I can release myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-4628827584924089253?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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dare to rampas balls from girls&lt;br /&gt;Edward : good in attacking as well as goal keeping&lt;br /&gt;Leong Aun : Hey, good defender man and great in passing too...&lt;br /&gt;Yee Thong : Dare to run towards strong and ganas guy like Alfred, haha&lt;br /&gt;AND ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning we won on the opening game, great job guys!! haha&lt;br /&gt;The other team were also very strong...&lt;br /&gt;Especially Alfred, damn ganas wei!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think Wye Lun looked cool when he passed the ball...&lt;br /&gt;On the other way was to say he's skillful.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jim fantastic goal keeper...&lt;br /&gt;He can catch ball on his own without defenders, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, girlsss...&lt;br /&gt;I think Marrissa n Vaish were great...&lt;br /&gt;Hosniah was not bad too, she scored a goal for her team, yeng!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is Heidi was too lembik...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, 'Di' (heidi), That was a game, dont be scare, just go for it...&lt;br /&gt;Dont got attracted by Chee Hing and dunno what else to do... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only scene i cant forget is the way yee thong bang onto Jim &lt;br /&gt;and they fell on each other!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey Thong, did you got electrical shock by Jim, haha... no offence!!&lt;br /&gt;And the other was how Jim and Ee Eu catch the ball by laying on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;Fastastic, both of u should go for gimnastic classes as u two hav soft bones!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-4794831206252755787?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4794831206252755787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=4794831206252755787' 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type='text'>My Trip At Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Wow, That six days were actually a torturing days for me,&lt;br /&gt;not physically but mentally...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the sadness of the leaving of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait to come back on that days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the trip was great,&lt;br /&gt;We traveled to Taipei and Tai Chung...&lt;br /&gt;We went to temple, nasional monuments, village of one of their tribe,&lt;br /&gt;seaside, 101 building&amp;nbsp;and most important was night market,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that i enjoy the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, we went up to a&amp;nbsp;place on a hill&amp;nbsp;called 'Flying Cow Ranch',&lt;br /&gt;That place was fantastic... because it's surrounded by nature...&lt;br /&gt;My favourite!!&lt;br /&gt;I fed the goats, took pictures with the rabbits, and more...&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we only stay for a night there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there were tasty and consists of variety of them..&lt;br /&gt;I cant&amp;nbsp;try them all, what a waste!!&lt;br /&gt;We even went to a beautiful restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It's designed as a cave with some wonderful furniture and romantic lightings.&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoyed my meals there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess these are the only thing i can say...&lt;br /&gt;Too much to explain clearly... &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwV1oq4dX4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kyqkd5grd5s/s1600/P1010034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwV1oq4dX4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kyqkd5grd5s/s320/P1010034.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hated them so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all decided to leave me here at the lonely country,&amp;nbsp; a silent school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know they leave for their better future, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i am just hoping that they could stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are all my beat friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One to U.S, Two to Australia, Two to Singapour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an awful and bad news to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to leave&amp;nbsp;with them to Austalia, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm really sorry that i couldn't make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope to be there with you girls, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting with our new lifestyle, new study environment, and make new friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I desperately wanted to go... to join you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No no, I couldn't make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to start on a new life without depending on all of you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I scare i'll fall but i still have to walk on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promised to study even harder next year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoped to meet you all somedays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if I have the opportunity and ability, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll go for U.K... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Wish all of us can have a successful journey in the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Good luck to all my beloved best friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I love you all, I'll miss 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joyful'/><title type='text'>Great day at Joyce's house</title><content type='html'>'Woohoo , today was fun...&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a boring day,&lt;br /&gt;but those guys suddenly made a decision to visit joyce's house for games!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that cool so we moved on there...&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot day, i almost faint when we walked so far from Wye Lun's house to the 'Big Tree'... haha&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached a comfortable, air-conditioning room!!&lt;br /&gt;We played PS2 there and&amp;nbsp;chat about girls...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i found that some of our friends' taste wasn't that good, ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time i played the PS2 games for such a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Nice experience challenging guys...&lt;br /&gt;It just shows that joyce and i sucks... X(&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at her wonderful dining room...&lt;br /&gt;And the food's yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, then 'Bye, my friends...'&lt;br /&gt;~ The End~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-4654650246827246774?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4654650246827246774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=4654650246827246774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4654650246827246774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4654650246827246774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-day-at-joyces-house.html' title='Great day at Joyce&apos;s house'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-6860721093489692131</id><published>2009-11-06T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:06:26.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hesitating'/><title type='text'>My Heart pumps...</title><content type='html'>Who is he?? The one that shall walk into my life...&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused... Is&amp;nbsp;he a friend or others??&lt;br /&gt;Are we suitable??&lt;br /&gt;Neh... impossible, i think!!&lt;br /&gt;Which is the one??&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to faced it.&lt;br /&gt;Hate being teased!!&lt;br /&gt;Never hope if we cant even be friends...&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, what am i thinking??&lt;br /&gt;Everyday at night...&lt;br /&gt;X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SvRXXq4v8eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JPHwhrWIlf0/s320/love-you.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-6860721093489692131?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6860721093489692131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=6860721093489692131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/6860721093489692131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/6860721093489692131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-pumps.html' title='My Heart pumps...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SvRXXq4v8eI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JPHwhrWIlf0/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-7778215045071639997</id><published>2009-11-03T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:55:08.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienship and love as &apos;bro&apos;s and sis&apos;'/><title type='text'>I'm proud to have such wonderful bro's</title><content type='html'>Although I'm alone and sometimes i do feel lonely, &lt;br /&gt;I am still lucky because i got two caring brothers...&lt;br /&gt;They will always offer me their help; be my listener and give me advises;&lt;br /&gt;play and share with me...&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a brother who can take care of me...&lt;br /&gt;Though they not my siblings, but I'm still very glad and happy...&lt;br /&gt;They're so funny... Thx to you two&lt;br /&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; Ee Eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SvEy7njl_fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xoE0sXTd4Oc/s1600-h/216538-13-brothers-and-sister.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SvEy7njl_fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xoE0sXTd4Oc/s320/216538-13-brothers-and-sister.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahaha, so young... Definately not like us... XP&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/4324636207825143774-7778215045071639997?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7778215045071639997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=7778215045071639997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/7778215045071639997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/7778215045071639997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-proud-to-have-such-wonderful-bros.html' title='I&apos;m proud to have such wonderful bro&apos;s'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SvEy7njl_fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xoE0sXTd4Oc/s72-c/216538-13-brothers-and-sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-8164011697624054653</id><published>2009-11-03T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:40:54.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventurous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caring'/><title type='text'>My first time riding the 'scary' monorel... haha</title><content type='html'>Two day before, it was Joyce's b'day party... &lt;br /&gt;The story starts at the afternoon andrew, wai kuan, 2 more gals n i went to Midvalley to get joyce a present!!&lt;br /&gt;After we bought the present, we when on for a movie till 6.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, the traffic came to a standstill...&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take monorel...&lt;br /&gt;I was a little scared actually, &lt;br /&gt;luckily there's a bro beside... haha... &lt;br /&gt;I was then calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were blurred as we've got no idea how to ride it...&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, they were brave enough to ask for the location n the ride...&lt;br /&gt;We ran up and down fer the monorel:&lt;br /&gt;Mv&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt; K.L Central&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt; Jln Imbi&lt;br /&gt;What a rush!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG... I almost fell on the way...&lt;br /&gt;At that time, i'm glad i&amp;nbsp; grab cacat's hand on time!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, therefore i didn't fall.&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded by people at every stops,&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to be careful...&lt;br /&gt;Helping and take caring of me!!&lt;br /&gt;Owh, what a nice bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another forgetable scene...&lt;br /&gt;Muhaha, i'll never tell...&lt;br /&gt;Keep it secret... XP&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, we finally reached the location by taking taxi!!&lt;br /&gt;The story ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #e06666;"&gt;~ Do not have too much imagination in this story... X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-8164011697624054653?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8164011697624054653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=8164011697624054653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8164011697624054653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8164011697624054653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-time-riding-scary-monorel-haha.html' title='My first time riding the &apos;scary&apos; monorel... haha'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-5857114723492201199</id><published>2009-10-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:26:41.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courages n love for a fren'/><title type='text'>Sports &amp; Friends are my important part of life</title><content type='html'>Happy, Enjoyed &amp;amp; Excitement... &lt;br /&gt;The first time i played sports so happily, with them,&lt;br /&gt;my two best friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He's gentlement, educated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What a great guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm once touched when he helped me get my beg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks to him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First time felt that i'm cared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He never let others bully me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Such a fantastic brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm glad i know him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She's caring and i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But more on him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, she'll always be there when i needed her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We shared almost everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now she'd changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Close to others but not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway i still wanna thank her to being my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sports,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My way to express myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;i found my passion in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;i will try to do better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;to have better achievement on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Volleyball... my favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tennis, not bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Badminton? cool... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;if i've got a better racket XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Swimming, love it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;accept for getting darker, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;more.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know i could do better in all the things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;@ friendships... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;@ duties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;@ sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I know my best friends will always support me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~GAMBATE, TENG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SuHYjUsuFfI/AAAAAAAAADs/iMTP8ufcwG4/s1600-h/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SuHYjUsuFfI/AAAAAAAAADs/iMTP8ufcwG4/s320/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-5857114723492201199?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5857114723492201199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=5857114723492201199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5857114723492201199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5857114723492201199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/10/sports-friends-are-my-important-part-of.html' title='Sports &amp; Friends are my important part of life'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SuHYjUsuFfI/AAAAAAAAADs/iMTP8ufcwG4/s72-c/friendship_quotes_graphics_b5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-2566342280633759273</id><published>2009-10-21T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:58:50.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life shall come to an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I'm out of my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Ever since PMR ended, my life doesn't really sounds good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Arguements accure between me and so many ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;What hav i done wrong??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;What could i do to replace my fault??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;If u all decided to put me to death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I'M WILLING TO DO SO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm still trying to stop my tears from boosting out... never cry... but bleed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/St8g-nqZVZI/AAAAAAAAADk/nFoAUrsooVk/s1600-h/daeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/St8g-nqZVZI/AAAAAAAAADk/nFoAUrsooVk/s320/daeth.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4324636207825143774-2566342280633759273?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2566342280633759273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=2566342280633759273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2566342280633759273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/2566342280633759273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life-shall-come-to-end.html' title='My life shall come to an end...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/St8g-nqZVZI/AAAAAAAAADk/nFoAUrsooVk/s72-c/daeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-3807565860195412345</id><published>2009-10-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:39:06.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courages n love for a fren'/><title type='text'>Words for my best friend...</title><content type='html'>A day ago, I'd heard a bad news from u... I'm shocked but glad that u're tougher to handle it... &lt;br /&gt;I noe it hurts especially u both were forced to do so...&lt;br /&gt;Y dont u change it another way round?? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a challenge for u both...&lt;br /&gt;Just face it toughly like i always do...&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is important for u, i noe...&lt;br /&gt;But dont forget u always have a 'bunch' of crazy gals here supporting u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry it out loud if u're sad,&lt;br /&gt;Shout it out loud if u're to express something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TRY TO FIND COLOURS FROM WHITE AND U'LL FIND THAT THERE'RE ALWAYS SOME RAINBOW CLOURS IN IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;GAMBATE, JOYCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I'LL SUPPORT U!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-3807565860195412345?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3807565860195412345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=3807565860195412345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/3807565860195412345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/3807565860195412345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-for-my-best-friend.html' title='Words for my best friend...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-4324039004415294283</id><published>2009-10-13T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:04:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Finally, my night mare had just passed... Hooray! &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PMR had ended!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm FREE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This afternoon is just so peaceful and relax! My plan had just started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/StVpyPmLpJI/AAAAAAAAADc/9eFPe7wkqhU/s1600-h/freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/StVpyPmLpJI/AAAAAAAAADc/9eFPe7wkqhU/s320/freedom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4324636207825143774-4324039004415294283?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4324039004415294283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=4324039004415294283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4324039004415294283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/4324039004415294283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-of-year.html' title='The Best of the Year'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/StVpyPmLpJI/AAAAAAAAADc/9eFPe7wkqhU/s72-c/freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-8534342041697180690</id><published>2009-09-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:58:03.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worried'/><title type='text'>Suffer from a sleepless night</title><content type='html'>At first, may i hav a laugh at myself?? Hahaha, a crazy and stupid girl who finally over-stressed and cant help herself&amp;nbsp;to sleep! Till late at night! What a funny rumour is that...&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only way i could express myself is writting in this blog. Listening to music and playing guitar don't help anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;PMR, PMR and PMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what comes into my mind once i close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, i'm writting this post, I'm already exhausted and sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, i just cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I messaged my brother,&amp;nbsp; talked to him and finally he slept,&lt;br /&gt;but wasnt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very scared, struggling, frastrated, sick and still the same...&lt;br /&gt;My night mare has just started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;PMR, PMR and still PMR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me!! I'm really worried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;PMR, PMR and PMR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Written by me at 3:57a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-8534342041697180690?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8534342041697180690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=8534342041697180690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8534342041697180690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;2 days ago, I came back to the place i'm born,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;same place but different buildings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half year, i had not go back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it changes a lot, developing into a modern town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beautiful lake garden located at the town centre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rebuilt and reconstructed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the lake was still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My childhood, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jogging and playing there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My old days in my old home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories were still freshly remembered,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;special occasion dinner held here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crowded by friends and families.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time i spended with my granny here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;farming, playing, singing and dancing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old 'kopitiam',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still fully sitted by oldies and young children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 'teh O' i always had,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taste like the old's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stopped by, and walked down the street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was peaceful but i felt the bitterness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;senting her last way up the hill, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by this road...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-832423911790773223?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/832423911790773223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=832423911790773223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/832423911790773223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/832423911790773223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/09/days-back-in-memories.html' title='Days back in memories'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-8669078944948590594</id><published>2009-09-18T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:00:30.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiousy'/><title type='text'>Changes in me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of them said i've change... Did i? gone better or worst??? Yea, i sensed that too!! In different aspects... sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; color: black;"&gt;I started to study hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for myself or for&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;No idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe just not to disappoint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;I tried so hard to chuck his timetable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;in my schedule...&lt;/span&gt; Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do exactly what he demanded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;obsess?? not really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Cried sadly with my guitar playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid? kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disappointment often feels my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over demanding... think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Never argue with my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imposible but it seems&amp;nbsp;true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Begun to feel for her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;always be thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should and i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah? so I've changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do u think??&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/4324636207825143774-8669078944948590594?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8669078944948590594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=8669078944948590594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8669078944948590594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/8669078944948590594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-in-me.html' title='Changes in me...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-5066174094693379741</id><published>2009-09-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:23:02.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Day by day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Months by months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Everything happens all at once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I sighed for the sick of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I panic for the coming exam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I cried for the stress i've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Time ticks away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The candles burn down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;But on this moment, i'm empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;No hopes, no opportunity, no happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;My life's meaningless, colourless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Just as i'm blind folded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Where's my light? my glimmers of&amp;nbsp;hope? my guidiance???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I needed... to live my life to the fullest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Colour label: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;blue ( down &amp;amp; lost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-5066174094693379741?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5066174094693379741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=5066174094693379741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5066174094693379741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/5066174094693379741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty.html' title='Empty...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-905502728382582801</id><published>2009-08-26T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:47:57.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song I Love... dedicated to my beloved Bryan n Dear...</title><content type='html'>I really do wanna sing u this song with my guitar,&amp;nbsp;this morning at ur ... But sorry i didn't. At least your primary school friend prepared some romantic and touching songs for u! But i'll sing to u here... Hope u hear this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterfly fly away- Miley Cyrus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you tuck me in, turn off the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got me safe and sound at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little girls depend on things like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;brushed my teeth and combed my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had to drive me everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were always there when i looked back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i couldn't sleep at night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scared things wouldn't turn out right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you would hold my hand and sing to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caterpiller in the tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you wonder who you'll be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't go far but you can always dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish you may and wish you might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you worry, hold on tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promised u there will come a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high can u fly???"... i'm asking myself... How high are you, Bryan...&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you're always near me... in my heart!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-905502728382582801?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/905502728382582801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=905502728382582801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/905502728382582801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/905502728382582801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-i-love-dedicated-to-my-beloved.html' title='A Song I Love... dedicated to my beloved Bryan n Dear...'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324636207825143774.post-3274423638330542461</id><published>2009-08-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:04:13.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaving of a Wonderful Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A Best Buddy, who's only 15 left us, for his another missionary journey out at the world upon us... He's leaving thought us many lessons...moral values...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's short, may we appreciate it before it'd gone too late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a mission, a duty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living is hope and opportunities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left is a will to another mysterious journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wind brings us cloud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cloud leaves us rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rain result in rainbow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rainbow shows twilight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He, shines miles away to the crust,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brought us slightness chances and hopes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nature that surround us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Protect and helping us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never leaft us behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day, hours and moments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, mission completed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Return to the place u're from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well done, friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great job, brother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest in peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324636207825143774-3274423638330542461?l=sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3274423638330542461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324636207825143774&amp;postID=3274423638330542461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/3274423638330542461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324636207825143774/posts/default/3274423638330542461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandraslovelymemoir.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaving-of-wonderful-brother.html' title='The Leaving of a Wonderful Brother'/><author><name>xiao hui...sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017522145857874000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nHcUgH4ZLj0/SwWFarTSQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/02e0mY92zGM/S220/DSC00637.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
