<?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-36940185</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:41:20.310+08:00</updated><category term='University Life'/><category term='Foolish and Unlucky'/><category term='Grrrrrr'/><category term='Friends for life'/><category term='Useless Randoms'/><category term='Birthdays Birthdays'/><category term='Meeting People'/><category term='Life is short'/><category term='Festivals'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Old School Stories'/><category term='Cooking Tales'/><category term='Glorious Food'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='Dance Dance'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'>joie de vivre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-9156707304475567781</id><published>2010-01-08T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:36:38.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>Neo is &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Ne-Yo's freakin' AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Got these photos from &lt;a href="http://www.ewinee.com/2010/01/ne-yo-concert-sunway-lagoon-live-kl.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bring camera, because of a few reasons&lt;br /&gt;But I think I have more fun in concerts without a camera&lt;br /&gt;It's such a fuss&lt;br /&gt;We got not bad tickets so we were considerably close to the stage lah&lt;br /&gt;After all it's not held in a huge stadium, just the Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach so it was nice :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4254355680_4def4c10bc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4254355680_4def4c10bc_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4254356574_5da16bc0f5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4254356574_5da16bc0f5_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, it was S-M-A-S-H-I-N-G!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;, it's better than Rain's, and almost on par with Gwen Stefani's concert&lt;br /&gt;Céline Dion still wins hands down though&lt;br /&gt;Don't think anyone can beat her&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from Sheryl soon!&lt;br /&gt;(She took most the pictures (of us. Haha!), and videos of Ne-Yo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-9156707304475567781?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/9156707304475567781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=9156707304475567781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/9156707304475567781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/9156707304475567781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/neo-is-3.html' title='Neo is &lt;3'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-3586994100568572999</id><published>2010-01-03T22:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T03:52:59.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish and Unlucky'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had the suckiest luck ever these past few days&lt;br /&gt;On the 30th of December, I fell down at Mahkota Parade (seriously, of all places!), sprained my right elbow, the pain eventually spread to my wrist and upper arm within one day&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 1st, I slipped and nearly fell at Sheryl's barbeque, the reason why I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; took a fall is because I managed to hold on to myself with my right big toe&lt;br /&gt;My toe hurt like mad :(&lt;br /&gt;On the second, I went for paintball with Camie, Aaron, Sheryl, Hooi Tzing, Shriram, Derek, Ai Fang, Marianne, Jason, Su Anne and Kenny&lt;br /&gt;I was walking (and looking down) and I hit Sheryl's car bonnet&lt;br /&gt;So now I have this humongous bump at the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it not at my forehead, or else I would look like a stupid flowerhorn fish&lt;br /&gt;I can't even touch the bump without feeling any pain :(((&lt;br /&gt;Then my left leg got shot by don't know whose paintballs (no one knows who shot who anyway), three paintballs consecutively!&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it happened (I know I can't draw to save my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/S0C6fYMfGvI/AAAAAAAAAME/gO4fPyenvZc/s1600-h/painball.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/S0C6fYMfGvI/AAAAAAAAAME/gO4fPyenvZc/s320/painball.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422538999587609330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this one memang expected lah, I just left my leg hanging there for people to shoot&lt;br /&gt;So bodoh lah my stupid leg&lt;br /&gt;So now I got three spots of blue blacks on my left leg, how to attend my cousin's engagement this Saturday!?&lt;br /&gt;In a knee length dress some more! :(&lt;br /&gt;But it was superbly fun though :)))&lt;br /&gt;Paintball, I mean&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go again soon, but not to play every single game lah&lt;br /&gt;So tiring&lt;br /&gt;Can die man my thighs, pain like what only&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got hit somewhere at my back, as well&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how it happened but I thought someone tapped me on my back only, took me few seconds to realised I just got shot -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, a stack of books fell on my left foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Feel. Like. The. Stupidest. Thing. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-3586994100568572999?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3586994100568572999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=3586994100568572999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3586994100568572999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3586994100568572999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-had-suckiest-luck-ever-these-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/S0C6fYMfGvI/AAAAAAAAAME/gO4fPyenvZc/s72-c/painball.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6200220889768384753</id><published>2009-12-14T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:39:43.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useless Randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at Pavilion the other day&lt;br /&gt;And I thought the Christmas deco was extraordinarily grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SyUVrD9Y3SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/67Fl9fZkufU/s1600-h/DSC05646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SyUVrD9Y3SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/67Fl9fZkufU/s320/DSC05646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414757956524236066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The length of the red drape is like, three floors long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SyUVKEF4KLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rAqzUNZHI58/s1600-h/DSC05643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SyUVKEF4KLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rAqzUNZHI58/s320/DSC05643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414757389624158386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and I dropped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; just now with Laura, bought two more goggles in addition to my one and only pair of goggles that is, well, not lost&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; but we keep losing our goggles&lt;br /&gt;I think we lost like four pairs already in the span of two or three years&lt;br /&gt;We are very sure that they are all somewhere in the house, but don't know where -.-&lt;br /&gt;So it took us a while to choose because they are so not cheap and we wanted black goggles only&lt;br /&gt;And we forgot to bring our J Card&lt;br /&gt;As you know, if you forget your J Card, you have to pay one buck if you park at the parking bay for more than one hour&lt;br /&gt;Look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SyUVI4JhTVI/AAAAAAAAALc/4kTzSnlKlQs/s1600-h/DSC05648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SyUVI4JhTVI/AAAAAAAAALc/4kTzSnlKlQs/s320/DSC05648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414757369238342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I drove back home with the car lights off&lt;br /&gt;People were honking and I thought they were honking at other people&lt;br /&gt;I only realised it after I was reaching home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all these are SO not blog-worthy&lt;br /&gt;But I got nothing to blog about lah&lt;br /&gt;Malacca is awesome as usual :)))&lt;br /&gt;Oh except the fact that my whole body is aching after this super extremely tiring session of badminton with Derek&lt;br /&gt;He tortured me like MAD!&lt;br /&gt;(I dare to talk bad behind him because he does not read my blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6200220889768384753?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6200220889768384753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6200220889768384753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6200220889768384753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6200220889768384753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-at-pavilion-other-day-and-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SyUVrD9Y3SI/AAAAAAAAAL8/67Fl9fZkufU/s72-c/DSC05646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-1703753388080380583</id><published>2009-11-22T23:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:51:39.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'>21 on the 21st!</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to say that =)&lt;br /&gt;At first I did not want to have any celebration, because I was thinking it's just another birthday like any other year&lt;br /&gt;My dad took days while my mom took months to convince me to have a tiny party, with just my closest friends&lt;br /&gt;Two or three days before the 21st, I agreed to it after thinking real hard about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens I listened to my parents&lt;br /&gt;Because I had a blast last night celebrating my 21st birthday with 11 of my closest friends (that I could get hold of)&lt;br /&gt;My day started off really early, I went around buying stuff with my entire family (I feel so bad that my sisters had to get up early too, just because it's a family thing)&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached home and started cooking&lt;br /&gt;I did most of the cleaning and chopping, while my sisters and mom did the cooking&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad and I went to Klebang to buy mussels for the barbecue&lt;br /&gt;I told the pak cik that it's my birthday so he gave me five hundred grams extra :)))&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at the very very last minute, Mei Chi and Siew Wen both couldn't make it :(&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty upset about it because they mean really a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010865.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheryl (who came all the way from Cyberjaya with her boyfriend just for my little party!!), Camie and Wee Kiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010853.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary, Desmond, Sara (whom I had not meet up with for ages! how I've missed you Sa!) and Siew Geok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg (who was somewhat a surprise guest of the evening, as he told Ai Fang and I that there's a family wedding to attend on the day of my birthday, but he made it for my birthday instead!) and my sister Clara's friend, Wen Xuan (she got me the sweetest gift! despite me asking all my sisters' friends not to get me anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ai Fang came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010869.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she started hugging everyone she knows in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010870.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at that woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010872.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha I love her so much&lt;br /&gt;You can never get bored when you are with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010873.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheryl's boyfriend, Aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Greg&lt;br /&gt;Both guys helped so so so much with the barbecuing (and stopped us from turning the food black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clara and her adorable friends (spot the Scarlett Johansson lookalike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took out my CDs collection to give to my friends because I don't listen to CDs anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010880.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010881.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here comes my piteously small "brithday" cake&lt;br /&gt;(I just realised the mistake when I was watching 500 Days of Summer and eating the cake with my sisters this afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom could not get a bigger size cake because it was so last minute&lt;br /&gt;But it was really delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010893.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway this is probably my favourite picture of the day&lt;br /&gt;Because only half of my face can be seen hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010895.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is me asking everyone to hurry up so they could quit staring at me&lt;br /&gt;Thus the moving hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family (esp my mom) who made sure everything was perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends who made my day totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;(I hate it when I put my hands like that! grrrrr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favourite people to be around with - Ai Fang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, the most awesomest person on earth (except when she's angry at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010911.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that I went to Pure Bar with Camie, Sheryl, Ai Fang, Desmond, Zachary, Greg and Aaron because we could not think of anywhere else to go to stare at people haha&lt;br /&gt;And Greg paid for every one's drink (thankewww very much, Crackery!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010923-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/P1010923-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had a fantabulous birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the really great and sweet gifts I received, it's really the company that counts&lt;br /&gt;I have been so blessed with friendships that has lasted for so long, and yet, miraculously, they still love me for who I truly am&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for more&lt;br /&gt;So thank you guys for cominggggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-1703753388080380583?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1703753388080380583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=1703753388080380583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1703753388080380583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1703753388080380583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/21st-on-21st.html' title='21 on the 21st!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/My%2021st/th_P1010865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7200223165010981327</id><published>2009-11-17T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:49:33.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeting People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short short update&lt;br /&gt;Laptop battery dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I went to Dataran Pahlawan with my mom and sisters&lt;br /&gt;While at Daiso, I saw a strangely familiar guy&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, long enough to realise that he's a Singaporean actor!!&lt;br /&gt;Holy schmoly!&lt;br /&gt;I ran to Clara and asked her to see&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited then I asked her, what's his name&lt;br /&gt;She had no idea either&lt;br /&gt;But we both knew he's acts in a few Mediacorp dramas though&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reach my mom's side to ask her about his name, he was somewhere else already&lt;br /&gt;We tried finding him and then spotted him from afar, he was sitting in a restaurant with his family (with a few old people some more)&lt;br /&gt;So we made my mom to go over to take a good look at him&lt;br /&gt;She did and she came back telling us there's a actress there with him too, possibly his wife&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a picture with them&lt;br /&gt;But since we knew nothing about him accept being an actor&lt;br /&gt;We had no idea how to ask him for a photo op&lt;br /&gt;And Laura was so embarrassed to have Clara and I as her sisters, she walked away from us, as far as possible that sort haha&lt;br /&gt;She was all "no eye see" when Clara and I were giggling to think of ways to get a photo with them without admitting not knowing their names&lt;br /&gt;When we got near enough, we were so shy we hid behind a pillar -.-&lt;br /&gt;I was panicking and not knowing what to do and all and so many possibilities were running in my head&lt;br /&gt;What if they are not actors at all?!&lt;br /&gt;Our Plan B was to say hi and if it turns out that we got mistaken and that they are not actors, we would ask for the direction to go McDonald's instead&lt;br /&gt;I think it took us half an hour from the first time we first laid eyes on the husband in Daiso to actually get the guts to talk to them&lt;br /&gt;And tah dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/People/14112009165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/People/14112009165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/People/14112009166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/People/14112009166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally made Clara's day&lt;br /&gt;She could not stop talking about it man haha&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Laura was so ashamed of having us as sisters, she kept her distance from us, like 20 meters away at least for the entire day haha&lt;br /&gt;Oh before leaving that floor (the Daiso/FOS floor), the actress waved back at me after I waved goodbye to her&lt;br /&gt;So nice right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7200223165010981327?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7200223165010981327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7200223165010981327&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7200223165010981327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7200223165010981327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-short-update-laptop-battery-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/People/th_14112009165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8711029059966356722</id><published>2009-11-07T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:19:18.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SvRZgZ_znSI/AAAAAAAAALM/XrIicdUYkvQ/s1600-h/pianodude.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SvRZgZ_znSI/AAAAAAAAALM/XrIicdUYkvQ/s320/pianodude.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401040266393263394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piano player cracks me up man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been okay&lt;br /&gt;Could be better&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn't ask for more&lt;br /&gt;Because when one good thing comes, two bad things follow suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to JB later this afternoon to celebrate my grandma's birthday&lt;br /&gt;And it's Ju Cia's birthday today&lt;br /&gt;So we might be celebrating both together&lt;br /&gt;Fun times ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-8711029059966356722?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8711029059966356722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=8711029059966356722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8711029059966356722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8711029059966356722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-piano-player-cracks-me-up-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SvRZgZ_znSI/AAAAAAAAALM/XrIicdUYkvQ/s72-c/pianodude.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-1307663157864549112</id><published>2009-10-26T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:15:07.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance Dance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who I met on Sundaaaay?&lt;br /&gt;Sarina Sundara Rajah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened&lt;br /&gt;My aunt wanted to go groceries shopping at Tropicana City&lt;br /&gt;So I followed her along since I had nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;At first I wanted to follow her to Carrefour just in case someone plans to kidnap her or something (haha just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to follow her lah&lt;br /&gt;But in the end she asked me to go walk by myself&lt;br /&gt;I did and then I heard this weird music, it's totally not my kind of music eff why aye&lt;br /&gt;But something just made me walk towards the direction of the music&lt;br /&gt;When I saw what the music was all about, I had goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;I saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfCRc1ppI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-KJp_rfEWC0/s1600-h/DSC05602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfCRc1ppI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-KJp_rfEWC0/s320/DSC05602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396824221122143890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so so freakin' excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfCn2Gc_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0fAGFCd2OIg/s1600-h/DSC05601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfCn2Gc_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/0fAGFCd2OIg/s320/DSC05601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396824227133682674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfC7kf7dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YQvcIXoeVls/s1600-h/DSC05600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfC7kf7dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YQvcIXoeVls/s320/DSC05600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396824232428563922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw SRGC sign at the stage, and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; Sarina Sundara Rajah could somewhat be involved in this&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why or how, but I just knew&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen SRGC before, nor had I heard of it&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was so weird&lt;br /&gt;I was at a shop with darn cheap clothes and I chose to walk towards some weird music&lt;br /&gt;So not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started scanning through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW SARINA SUNDARA RAJAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards her direction hoping to be able to talk to her&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached the place where I saw her standing at, I couldn't find her&lt;br /&gt;Then a woman next to me tapped on a lady's shoulder who was sitting in front of me&lt;br /&gt;She turned around and there she was!&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped beating for a while I swear&lt;br /&gt;Both of them started talking and she seemed so busy and all&lt;br /&gt;By the time they finished talking, she stood up and went to the mat where the little rhythmic gymnasts were at&lt;br /&gt;I was like, Darn!&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a while hoping she would return, but she did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this little girl, so so so cuuuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfB2MzNuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m1HcSCOh6pc/s1600-h/DSC05603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfB2MzNuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/m1HcSCOh6pc/s320/DSC05603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396824213807118050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew my aunt was about to finish her shopping so I went to the nearby information counter to ask for a piece of pen and paper&lt;br /&gt;To write her a note of course (I know I sound creepy), since I did not have time to talk to her&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a few sentences (okay maybe more than a few) and then I gave it to her&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and happy to be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; meet her face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuV62v0AplI/AAAAAAAAALE/ox1HLRty72k/s1600-h/sarina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuV62v0AplI/AAAAAAAAALE/ox1HLRty72k/s320/sarina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396854809439544914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I talked to her a little and she thanked me and she hugged me!&lt;br /&gt;She's so so nice I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had to leave and she seemed really busy, then she hugged me again!&lt;br /&gt;She made my day man seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-1307663157864549112?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1307663157864549112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=1307663157864549112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1307663157864549112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1307663157864549112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-who-i-met-on-sundaaaay-sarina.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SuVfCRc1ppI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-KJp_rfEWC0/s72-c/DSC05602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-87886889595932131</id><published>2009-10-21T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:39:04.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my niece and nephew!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos my cousin Pamela posted up on her Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310582565132_722465132_9352694_1472097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310582565132_722465132_9352694_1472097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's so big already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310588685132_722465132_9352922_1935203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310588685132_722465132_9352922_1935203_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela: Courtesy of Ciarra and we were told to pose holding hands and touching rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet it's one of Ciarra's weird ideas&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine her saying "touch the rocks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310588665132_722465132_9352921_3356020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310588665132_722465132_9352921_3356020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310588710132_722465132_9352926_4187313_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310588710132_722465132_9352926_4187313_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Isaiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310588735132_722465132_9352930_6314534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310588735132_722465132_9352930_6314534_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310588730132_722465132_9352929_7707972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310588730132_722465132_9352929_7707972_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela: Ciarra teaching Grand Uncle Daniel how to do yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310609285132_722465132_9353248_3310663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310609285132_722465132_9353248_3310663_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If only Sunway Pyramid has that red thing, I would not have fallen on my bum and had to wait for the guard to come to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310609295132_722465132_9353249_7206466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7620_310609295132_722465132_9353249_7206466_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310609305132_722465132_9353250_7017123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310609305132_722465132_9353250_7017123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310609315132_722465132_9353251_3760442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310609315132_722465132_9353251_3760442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look ma, no hands!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she can skate now&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310609320132_722465132_9353252_3311281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7620_310609320132_722465132_9353252_3311281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww look at Isaiah!&lt;br /&gt;So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cousin got featured in a magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://community.jobscentral.com.sg/node/1250"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/St8cSKRETbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wrou3DGAKGE/s320/steph.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395061976932306354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little to Lethal wey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-87886889595932131?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/87886889595932131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=87886889595932131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/87886889595932131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/87886889595932131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-my-niece-and-nephew-here-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/St8cSKRETbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wrou3DGAKGE/s72-c/steph.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-497338215641331053</id><published>2009-10-18T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:52:56.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sts2SHYN_DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xr2pEjvdRsQ/s1600-h/giving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sts2SHYN_DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xr2pEjvdRsQ/s320/giving.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393964663552474162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I truly think there is nothing to do with luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-497338215641331053?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/497338215641331053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=497338215641331053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/497338215641331053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/497338215641331053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-truly-think-there-is-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sts2SHYN_DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xr2pEjvdRsQ/s72-c/giving.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8339207753415147633</id><published>2009-10-15T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:32:03.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrrrr'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life throws you an opportunity to go sailing, you make nothing out of it&lt;br /&gt;Darn it I hate my life so much right now&lt;br /&gt;Intan, my LLS group mate last semester, posted this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sta7qR_1jRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mI2m88POTEo/s1600-h/sailing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 64px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sta7qR_1jRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mI2m88POTEo/s320/sailing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392703938882800914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say no to that?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am so mad I can hardly describe the feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's like so near and yet so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I called my dad and asked him if I could go for it or not&lt;br /&gt;He said no, like straight away without even a blink of an eye!!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;So angry&lt;br /&gt;Then I called my mom&lt;br /&gt;I thought my mom would totally cut me some slack&lt;br /&gt;(I try my best to make her feel guilty for not letting me go for that toss-toss-thing-in-Singapore-which-I-have-no-idea-what-it-is-called ride few years ago, every time she stops me from doing something "dangerous")&lt;br /&gt;But she was like, okay anything, but then ended with, "but better ask your dad"&lt;br /&gt;I was like -.-&lt;br /&gt;A bit the pointless right?&lt;br /&gt;I told her dad said no, then she went monotonously and said, "but I remember you cannot touch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt; this year right, according to that temple lady?"&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhh I wanna die&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to stick to handsometizer, I mean hand sanitizer til next year then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-8339207753415147633?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sta7qR_1jRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mI2m88POTEo/s72-c/sailing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6013730376603114438</id><published>2009-10-13T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:51:58.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Christine and I decided to skip graphic design lecture (not like we learn anything there, only the tutorial classes are important)&lt;br /&gt;The last time we went, we had to draw our names exactly like the fonts given to us, more than half of the class did not complete the task, instead, we sneaked out minutes before the classes ended heehee&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we decided to join Emmy, Leanna, Wei Lian, Calvin, Eddy and Hamid the Persian for sushi at Sushi King&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching Ikano, I dragged Christine to Media Prima to collect some prizes I won from 8TV Quickie :)&lt;br /&gt;We talked to the producer there (I didn't believe him when he said he's the producer at first, and I told him that) and he asked us to go for the 8TV Quickie host audition next Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Media Prima, Christine the Crispy made me walk 15 minutes to get something "she's been wanting for a long long time"&lt;br /&gt;"Saaaaan, I know you're gonna be mad at me if you see what I'm getting later", she kept saying that&lt;br /&gt;I thought it's probably a dress or something of that sort she's been eyeing on for ages&lt;br /&gt;Mana tahu...&lt;br /&gt;After making me walk so darn far (from Ikano to Curve), she went and got this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StScPBbdg9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6O1pUKPmWro/s1600-h/PA130001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StScPBbdg9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6O1pUKPmWro/s320/PA130001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106435764913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah who wouldn't have killed her on the spot right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we finally managed to reach Sushi King after making the rest wait for us for ages&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and it was like Christmas/Hungry Ghost Festival came early&lt;br /&gt;I swear everyone near us was staring at us&lt;br /&gt;We had trouble hiding our enthusiasm, you see&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited with the 2 bucks promotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbnyeWQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2j7ayoG4JPU/s1600-h/PA130002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbnyeWQ5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2j7ayoG4JPU/s320/PA130002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392105761735590802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbnc0HqCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_FDBg4OY1RQ/s1600-h/PA130003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbnc0HqCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_FDBg4OY1RQ/s320/PA130003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392105755921328162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbmtcap7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/0NQdig5Gbkg/s1600-h/PA130005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbmtcap7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/0NQdig5Gbkg/s320/PA130005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392105743205443506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our first round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbmSgdszI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XxFbfyoQIuc/s1600-h/PA130006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSbmSgdszI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XxFbfyoQIuc/s320/PA130006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392105735974662962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the second round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYOzdV1mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/A4HbAc2tXPI/s1600-h/PA130007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYOzdV1mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/A4HbAc2tXPI/s320/PA130007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392102033968191074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;Scallops! yummm&lt;br /&gt;So juicy and yummeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYOtpf87I/AAAAAAAAAIg/pY14UmZewZ8/s1600-h/PA130009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYOtpf87I/AAAAAAAAAIg/pY14UmZewZ8/s320/PA130009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392102032408572850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After one hour (and a few minutes), we had to leave&lt;br /&gt;So the guy who came to count our bill and the remaining plates (which I did not manage to get a picture of) saw some leftovers of the rice that we could not finish, he went like "so those plates I count normal price okay?"&lt;br /&gt;We looked at each other, and went, "okay okay we finish we finish!!"&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, those were SO not the blue plates okay&lt;br /&gt;The chefs (do you call them chefs?) were laughing at us like we're a bunch of kids being forced to finish our food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the smart kids that we have always been, managed to stuff some rice into Christine's jack fruit plastic bag while eating the sushis:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYOHpR-GI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XoqMFvEAEH8/s1600-h/PA130011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYOHpR-GI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XoqMFvEAEH8/s320/PA130011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392102022207109218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first she planned to use the rice for a rice ball fight after Sushi King&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why it didn't happen though haha&lt;br /&gt;So the bag of rice went straight into Others :(&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we felt very guilty about it&lt;br /&gt;Really&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StXWvkNNoHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kWPt9U-E_Vs/s1600-h/PA130012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StXWvkNNoHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kWPt9U-E_Vs/s320/PA130012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392452241507328114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYNbeOkmI/AAAAAAAAAII/b41T8MH-XEw/s1600-h/PA130014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSYNbeOkmI/AAAAAAAAAII/b41T8MH-XEw/s320/PA130014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392102010349589090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside a waxing salon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXakCuQZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FHGx4qMczf0/s1600-h/PA130015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXakCuQZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FHGx4qMczf0/s320/PA130015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392101136476815762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorilla and the Persian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXaZ7f6lI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UVErYPgf0cE/s1600-h/PA130017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXaZ7f6lI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UVErYPgf0cE/s320/PA130017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392101133762161234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh then we went to McD's for dessert and found a stack of complimentary MYC magazines and then I saw Ren Shen in it!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha well he looks better in the magazine compared to the kemek-ed online version though&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.myc.com.my/ribena/vote.aspx?id=618&amp;amp;authen=aengzy55fx4lbhzd2zkruizl"&gt;vote for him&lt;/a&gt; everyday okay&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna kiss my feet when he sees me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXZ59VvlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pLWfXc3c1K8/s1600-h/PA130018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXZ59VvlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pLWfXc3c1K8/s320/PA130018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392101125179948626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically the magazine's extremely entertaining for us Mass Comm students&lt;br /&gt;The contestants' slogans are highly interesting, with all the English that they use&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa...&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Ikano's Vincci, I thought of Melanie :(&lt;br /&gt;Because few months ago, she was there with Christine and I&lt;br /&gt;Trying on shoes after shoes&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while walking back to the cars, we saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StXWvONZSFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zxKLfZdHzhg/s1600-h/PA130019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StXWvONZSFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zxKLfZdHzhg/s320/PA130019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392452235602511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I thought at first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXY_xAyHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8ok8qlcMs4s/s1600-h/PA130020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StSXY_xAyHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8ok8qlcMs4s/s320/PA130020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392101109558986866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girl's name looks as though it's Acne Tan Kim May&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6013730376603114438?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6013730376603114438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6013730376603114438&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6013730376603114438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6013730376603114438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-christine-and-i-decided-to-skip.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StScPBbdg9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6O1pUKPmWro/s72-c/PA130001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7384381520790334950</id><published>2009-10-10T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:31:35.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glee is The Show of the year, hands down&lt;br /&gt;Imagine - High School Musical, but 1000 times better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few familiar faces, especially from Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StA332q4vyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fiQXS1NT2w4/s1600-h/HeroesCharlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StA332q4vyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fiQXS1NT2w4/s320/HeroesCharlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390870186670210850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember Charlie?&lt;br /&gt;Hiro's ill-fated love interest :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/G_L/Gi_Gp/Glee/season1/glee54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 249px;" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/G_L/Gi_Gp/Glee/season1/glee54.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Glee, Jayma Mays plays a counsellor who is a mysophobe, very much like me actually haha&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me slightly of Bree van de Kamp, but much more of an extremist when it comes to cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;She's my favourite character because she has the cutest reactions while doing her hand dance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/70/39/01/19098002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 360px;" src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/70/39/01/19098002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Jessalyn Gilsig&lt;br /&gt;In Heroes, she's Meredith Gordon, Claire's biological mother (not that old one, the old and adoptive mother's name is Sandra)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like her character in Glee though&lt;br /&gt;But she's really pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/G_L/Ha_Hh/Heroes/season2/heroes1119-225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 237px;" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/G_L/Ha_Hh/Heroes/season2/heroes1119-225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's Stephen Tobolowsky!&lt;br /&gt;In Heroes, he turns (more like turned) things into gold literally and he's also Elle's dad&lt;br /&gt;Surely he's not that forgetable, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in Glee, he is Sandy Ryerson (funny how unisex "Sandy" can be), a really quirky and offbeat teacher(?)&lt;br /&gt;A total opposite of his character in Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/70/78/0000057078_20090511180939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 360px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/70/78/0000057078_20090511180939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't she look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Dianna Agron&lt;br /&gt;She was the head cheerleader, Debbie Marshall in Heroes, who thought Claire got killed but when she was found alive, the police though she was hallucinating (and drunk)&lt;br /&gt;Haha that was quite a funny scene&lt;br /&gt;And now, also a cheerleader, in Glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uploads.screenshot-program.com/upl7208127207.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 236px;" src="http://uploads.screenshot-program.com/upl7208127207.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ever famous Victor Garber is in Glee as well!&lt;br /&gt;He's the Glee Club's teacher advisor's father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I can't wait for next Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a total irrelevant thing, this is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bicolbusinessdirectory.com/isulong-seoph/superman-pictures/superman-ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.bicolbusinessdirectory.com/isulong-seoph/superman-pictures/superman-ballet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7384381520790334950?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7384381520790334950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7384381520790334950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7384381520790334950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7384381520790334950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/glee-is-show-of-year-hands-down-imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/StA332q4vyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fiQXS1NT2w4/s72-c/HeroesCharlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7104903075753966107</id><published>2009-10-05T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:39:36.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After Media Management class, Christine, Aimi, Yen Ling and I went to the Hot Chocolate Cafe&lt;br /&gt;We waited for almost half an hour and I decided to text Naomi from Channel V to ask for Mei Ann's number (I know right, so irrelevant! But she's the only person I know that could help me, and what if Mei Ann Facebook message me last minute that she cannot make it right? I was also afraid that there might be another Hot Chocolate Cafe, somewhere out there)&lt;br /&gt;But she gave me HOT's office number instead&lt;br /&gt;So never mind, I called HOT and Mei Ann was like coming coming&lt;br /&gt;But five minutes later, no sign of her&lt;br /&gt;I was panicking like mad&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I dragged 3 people to an unknown place and what if everything tak jadi right?&lt;br /&gt;A while later Christine walked over to the next shop and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;HOT is right beside the Hot Chocolate Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;Kek dou mou seng chut&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went over to their surprisingly small office and took turns to ask her a list of questions we compiled earlier&lt;br /&gt;She was so so nice I tell you, answered all our questions and kept going "bring it on"&lt;br /&gt;But many times we kind of swayed off topic&lt;br /&gt;Like talking about our favourite shows and celebrities haha&lt;br /&gt;We basically talked for two hours, more or less, probably more though&lt;br /&gt;But we four had so much fun talking to her we sorta lost track of time&lt;br /&gt;Here's the four of us with Mei Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/College%20Stuff/HOT%20Mag%20Interview/P1000761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/College%20Stuff/HOT%20Mag%20Interview/P1000761.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture because Aimi flipped the magazine to the wrong side hahaha!! so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Ssot9x1uWAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jvavJRmHkk0/s1600-h/HOT.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Ssot9x1uWAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jvavJRmHkk0/s320/HOT.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389170443476162562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So nice right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are off to interview Female's Aster Lim&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope she's as nice too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7104903075753966107?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7104903075753966107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7104903075753966107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7104903075753966107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7104903075753966107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-media-management-class-christine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Ssot9x1uWAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jvavJRmHkk0/s72-c/HOT.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2770931159812425587</id><published>2009-09-30T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:18:31.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so so so happy now I can hardly contain myself&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell this first hand to Christine but that woman is not online so I can only pour everything out to my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have this assignment for Media Management class&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to interview a media organization and come up with 20 pages (!!!) of words!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at first Christine thought of doing BluInc (a company with Marie Claire, Female, Seventeen, NuYou under it's big big umbrella)&lt;br /&gt;So she asked her church friend and got the editor of Female's contact&lt;br /&gt;But to make an appointment with them took longer than we ever expected&lt;br /&gt;And the assignment is due 9th of October!&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I Facebook messaged Mei Ann (HOT Magazine's editor), Naomi (Channel V's someone someone haha) and Joanne (Sony BMG's someone)&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I went for a talk organized by my lecturer&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, I went to the computer lab and saw Mei Ann and Naomi's replies&lt;br /&gt;They replied within an hour after I messaged them!&lt;br /&gt;And their replies are so so sweet and nice!&lt;br /&gt;Joanne has yet to reply me though&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she's much of a Facebook fanatic compared to the other two, judging by their active-ness on their profiles&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after Graphic Design, I went to Bangsar with Ashreena and Christine&lt;br /&gt;Had an early dinner at Devi's (yummm!) and went to Cat's Whiskers and stayed there for God knows how long&lt;br /&gt;We tried so many clothes it's impossible to count&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;I got better things to blog about than to post up pictures of clothes I tried on&lt;br /&gt;I am sure no one is interested in that anyway&lt;br /&gt;FYI, they made me buy a dress (which I was reluctant to take off while in the fitting room, and I came back to the house and tried it on again and it took me a while to take it off to go to bathe)&lt;br /&gt;So after that I commented on Mei Ann's status and here is the rest of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SsN5ghDg_hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4MVgPWOwfNQ/s1600-h/HOT.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SsN5ghDg_hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4MVgPWOwfNQ/s320/HOT.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387283178801135122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy now I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we have secured two media organizations to interview pula&lt;br /&gt;BluInc and HOT&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;At least we get to do fun things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2770931159812425587?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2770931159812425587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2770931159812425587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2770931159812425587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2770931159812425587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-so-so-so-happy-now-i-can-hardly.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SsN5ghDg_hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4MVgPWOwfNQ/s72-c/HOT.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2282351778315645662</id><published>2009-09-28T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:53:34.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glorious Food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss kuey tiao kia&lt;br /&gt;Many Malaccans don't know what it is though&lt;br /&gt;But it's my favourite must-eat when I go JB =)&lt;br /&gt;Yummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The soup drives me go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;It's super delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000697.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much of a tau fu fan, but normally I just eat them anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The eggs are the normal "lou dan" we normally eat&lt;br /&gt;But everything just tastes extra special when you are in a kuey tiao kia shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000696.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lean meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooooh this is yummeh&lt;br /&gt;I am sure many of you know what this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are much more than the dishes I have posted&lt;br /&gt;We weren't having a huge appetite the last time we went there&lt;br /&gt;More pictures next time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/P1000704.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you just know which "empty" bowl's mine hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2282351778315645662?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2282351778315645662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2282351778315645662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2282351778315645662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2282351778315645662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-kuey-tiao-kia-many-malaccans.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Outside%20Food/th_P1000702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-4317085151104830795</id><published>2009-09-23T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:22:01.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My whole family went down to JB last Sunday to visit my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;She's getting better I guess, with much help from morphine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 361px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chongs joined us for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Ella and Ju Lea's countless gorgeous headbands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The uncles trying on Clara's cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandma and uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played with lanterns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 268px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin Jamie and soon-to-be fiancé =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Anson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ju Lea and Ju Cia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us, minus my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we walked over to a nearby basketball court and lighted up the place with our candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Testing with my camera heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we played basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 269px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Ju Cia played with wax (she's cuckoo nuts I tell you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yvonne and Judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dudes tried to slam dunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With some help of course haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Lantern%20Festival%202009/P1010117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a really fun night overall =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-4317085151104830795?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4317085151104830795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=4317085151104830795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4317085151104830795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4317085151104830795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-whole-family-went-down-to-jb-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-1456940755204303036</id><published>2009-09-12T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:23:34.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night my family went to Jonker Street&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with my sister (forgot which) and my mom&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a lamp that looks exactly like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ny/4-11-rock4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ny/4-11-rock4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without giving much thought, I tried pushing the thingie up and down&lt;br /&gt;My mom was like "Sandra! don't touch lah!!"&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking about the fact that the thingie's actually the thingie&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I had seen this lamp before but never tried touching&lt;br /&gt;But I should have recorded my mom's face when she saw me pushing that thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-1456940755204303036?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1456940755204303036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=1456940755204303036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1456940755204303036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1456940755204303036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-night-my-family-went-to-jonker.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-3876169853520363223</id><published>2009-08-31T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:06:26.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been wanting to blog about this for ages but it took me too long to upload the photos into Photobucket&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, weeks ago, Derek was talking to me about alcohol and how yummy cocktails are&lt;br /&gt;So I agreed to his idea of a cocktail tasting night, specially for me, I honestly thought he was just kidding&lt;br /&gt;Weeks later, he texted Hooi Tzing, Yi En and I to go ingredients shopping the next day at 10 in the morning for the cocktails stuff&lt;br /&gt;I swear I set my alarm for 9.30am but I woke up at 10am instead, so by the time I reach Derek's house, it was already 10.30am and everyone had to wait for me&lt;br /&gt;So we went Jusco and Yi En bought Kahlua and I paid for the fruits and etc lah&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our lunch at Ong Kim Wee&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why am I writing all these useless stuff&lt;br /&gt;Let's get on to the photos shall we?&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, no photos of drunk people hah because none of us got drunk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/3d51dbda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/3d51dbda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/021c1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 321px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/021c1866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/bfffb671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/bfffb671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/9bf77dd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/9bf77dd9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/8fcc2b84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/8fcc2b84.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/cff94ecc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/cff94ecc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we played Truth or Dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/P1000605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 321px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Me%20And%20My%20Friends/Cocktail%20Night%20at%20Derek/P1000605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fleur got dared to press some neighbour's door bell, at 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally irrelevant matter, here's a photo I took at Derek's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Random/f3c08481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 321px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Random/f3c08481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantik leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-3876169853520363223?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3876169853520363223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=3876169853520363223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3876169853520363223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3876169853520363223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-wanting-to-blog-this-for-ages-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Random/th_f3c08481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6022295177408969783</id><published>2009-08-28T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:46:23.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useless Randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Spdm1MsYukI/AAAAAAAAAG4/P4klOqh7uvA/s1600-h/overplayedsongs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Spdm1MsYukI/AAAAAAAAAG4/P4klOqh7uvA/s320/overplayedsongs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877744416471618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I overplay my songs&lt;br /&gt;But it's actually more than that&lt;br /&gt;I restored my iTunes on the 19th of August so yeah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6022295177408969783?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6022295177408969783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6022295177408969783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6022295177408969783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6022295177408969783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-how-i-overplay-my-songs-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Spdm1MsYukI/AAAAAAAAAG4/P4klOqh7uvA/s72-c/overplayedsongs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2094635905946154871</id><published>2009-08-27T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:26:53.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A year ago, my dearly beloved aunt passed away&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I still find it hard to believe she is not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SpdqBsMF9fI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pxUskzYoAm4/s1600-h/DSC05565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SpdqBsMF9fI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pxUskzYoAm4/s320/DSC05565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374881257564272114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before she was admitted to the hospital, she gave me a call and talked to me for a while&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the dictionary (given by her years ago), university life had yet to start at that time&lt;br /&gt;So while talking to her, I simply grabbed the nearest thing I could reach - my hair bands, to put inside the dictionary, as some sort of a book mark&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have not been using much of that dictionary, not for light reading purposes anyway&lt;br /&gt;Only for that few occasional flips to find words I do not know&lt;br /&gt;I have always known that the hair bands are still in it&lt;br /&gt;Even when I need hair bands urgently, I will never take the hair bands out&lt;br /&gt;Because it just reminds me of that day, when she was still talking to me, giving me advices on life, like how she used to&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks later, she lost her battle to cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/31f0da67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 220px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/31f0da67.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something another very dearly loved aunt wrote which touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"A journey embarked on an adventure with God, she walked closed with God and had a meaningful relationship with God. She grew in the Lord and experienced God in her life. How blessed is to know God and walk with God all the days of our lives. As she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;battled over cancer she remained faithful and trusted God to the end, from the sweet communion with God her face shone. God was her refuge and source of strength. It is sister's 1st anniversary and can’t forget her goodness, kindness,care, sacrificial love, humble, always giving without expecting anything in return, having a listening ear and she was frugal, I could go on and on and you are my witness to her life. She has impacted many lives. She will always have a special place in our hearts and never be forgotten. We love her much and still miss her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2094635905946154871?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2094635905946154871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2094635905946154871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2094635905946154871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2094635905946154871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/year-ago-my-dearly-beloved-aunt-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SpdqBsMF9fI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pxUskzYoAm4/s72-c/DSC05565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6732377016804920595</id><published>2009-08-25T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:19:19.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coffee is so freakin' amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why are some people addicted to it&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I thought people just like to torture themselves with the bitter drink&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the aroma of it is so great and awesome that they don't mind drinking coffee, just so they could experience  the soothing aroma caressing their nasal passages&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I attended the first day of classes (of my second year) on Monday morning, had a two hours break, and went for the next class at 12pm&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I had a plate of rice and some fillet thingo (which I thought was marmite chicken -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SpOyDlXHLPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7z-TXFBwdvA/s1600-h/DSC05564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SpOyDlXHLPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7z-TXFBwdvA/s320/DSC05564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373834555021536498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And 7 little bowls of soup at Mama's Kitchen (Mel's favourite place!! - I was missing you so much while at there Mel!) because I am a soup person lar overall&lt;br /&gt;By 12.30pm, I was yawning away and I couldn't help myself from dozing off every now and then&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, I was so tired I did not know I actually fell asleep in class!&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lian and the gang told me then only I got to know about it (but I knew I was dozing off a bit here and there lar)&lt;br /&gt;And they do this imitation of my sleeping style with every chance they get&lt;br /&gt;I bet they enjoy it very much&lt;br /&gt;So today, we had another 8am class in the morning, and we went to McD's for brunch after that, I bought the breakfast thingie, a little burger with a cup of coffee/tea&lt;br /&gt;I chose tea&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the cup of tea, I refilled the cup with coffee, just because I wanted to make full use of the RM 4.20 that I paid :)&lt;br /&gt;Since I hate the taste of bitter coffee, I added in four packets of sugar, and two packets of creamer&lt;br /&gt;Without realising it, I finished the entire cup of coffee!&lt;br /&gt;I felt so so proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;Because before this I only took sips of coffee for the sake of trying out&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the class which I fell asleep the day before and listened intently&lt;br /&gt;So intent that I was super amazed with myself&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom called and told me that her eye kept blinking and she was afraid something bad might happen to me so she asked me to be extra careful and it would be safer if I don't walk back to the rented house by myself&lt;br /&gt;I asked around for friends with cars to send me back at 6pm but...&lt;br /&gt;Those who have cars planned to go home at 4pm, those who have the same classes as me do not have cars&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped the 4pm to 6pm class in the end and Wei Lian sent me back to the house (at first I lied to her my house is in Kajang, since it's the furthest place I could think of at that moment. after that I told her my house is next to HELP, I suppose she did not hear it clearly or something so she kept thinking my house is really at Kajang, and she was actually okay about sending me to Kajang! so nice right that little girl?!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that class, I went to the 2pm class and I was so awake that I gave my complete attention to the lecturer&lt;br /&gt;As he kept talking, I kept jotting down notes&lt;br /&gt;I was so alive!!&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and told her about what the magical abilities of coffee did to me, she warned me not to get addicted&lt;br /&gt;I will try not to, but since I have 4 classes on Tuesdays, I might just have no choice but to drink coffee every Tuesday! heehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6732377016804920595?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6732377016804920595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6732377016804920595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6732377016804920595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6732377016804920595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/coffee-is-so-freakin-amazing-now-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SpOyDlXHLPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7z-TXFBwdvA/s72-c/DSC05564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7292808295040859394</id><published>2009-08-21T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:47:24.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/So2Cf1aoBwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SUD0UIwb9xA/s1600-h/fb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/So2Cf1aoBwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SUD0UIwb9xA/s320/fb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372093413949179650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am seriously considering coming back to Malacca every Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, the amount of time with my family!&lt;br /&gt;The amount of money saved on rent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorta looking forward to my second year&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm looking forward to the working world I think&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start earning my own money&lt;br /&gt;I know people tend to say studying is 837483294 times better than working&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just the weird one lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/So2GZKNwauI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S8xPQbMQUbE/s1600-h/msn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/So2GZKNwauI/AAAAAAAAAGY/S8xPQbMQUbE/s320/msn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372097697319774946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have the illegal stall place to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just being optimistic about the illegal stall thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/So2LhzfliNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wb-dQgb25LM/s1600-h/crispycreme.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/So2LhzfliNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wb-dQgb25LM/s320/crispycreme.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372103343397505234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can make fun of more people like Cripy Creme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7292808295040859394?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7292808295040859394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7292808295040859394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7292808295040859394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7292808295040859394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-seriously-considering-coming-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/So2Cf1aoBwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SUD0UIwb9xA/s72-c/fb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-5736406162017347288</id><published>2009-08-19T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:58:45.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During lunch today, I was sitting next to my sisters, watching a documentary on elephants on Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Laura turned to me and said "Jie, do you know that Mr. Tan Teck Joo passed away already?"&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for the reality of losing a very dear teacher to sink in&lt;br /&gt;I shouted "WHAAAT!!!", really loudly, both my sisters blinked the moment they saw my reaction to the news&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he passed away on Monday, due to nose cancer&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tan was never one of the really far-famed teachers in St. David's&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the ever popular and dearly loved Puan Susan Koh who taught us English; Mr. Sasi who will always be the boys' favourite PJ teacher for his coolness; Puan Tan Siow Pin who is probably the most lenient Moral teacher in the school&lt;br /&gt;Or even the teachers who were famous for mostly the wrong reasons like Mr. Low Sin Kee who taught the afternoon session Form One students Geography way back in 2001 (I still remember how he used to sit on our desks); Miss Shik Geok Keng who taunted the girls at every chance she could get; Puan Low (&lt;i&gt;née Neo)&lt;/i&gt; our Chemistry teacher who probably has the most nicknames given by the students of St. David's; Miss Hei who constantly picks her favourite students here and there; Miss Nellie Wee who drove the students cuckoo nuts (I remember oh so vividly when the boys in our class used to pray day and night that she would retire earlier, well believe it or not, she is retired!) or even the ever infamous Puan Ho Yin Peng who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; feed the students with her daily "interesting jokes"&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tan Teck Joo was the subdued one who did his job properly without any complains from the students&lt;br /&gt;He was the one with the nice wife (unlike poor Mr. Michael Chong who probably has to listen to his wife's stories all the time) and pretty little daughter&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tan and his wife were like, the Brad and Angelina?&lt;br /&gt;Not the whole saving the world thing, but the perfect couple thing&lt;br /&gt;One thing though, I did not do a very good job as his student&lt;br /&gt;He was very lenient, and I was always seated at the front of the class (all the freakin' time!), and since he pitied me that I had to go to tuition up til 9pm without even getting home since early in the morning, he let me sleep in his class!&lt;br /&gt;And yet he wondered if I could pass my PMR Math (the subject he taught me)&lt;br /&gt;Months later, I told him I got an A for Math, you should have seen his reaction, he was clearly surprised&lt;br /&gt;Since I did almost none of the homework that he gave, and listened close to less than 20% of what he explained in class&lt;br /&gt;But still, if there's one thing I could remember him by, would be his compassion and dedication towards his students&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just updated St. David's Wikipedia on School Captains, starting from our year (Ching Yang) onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SovamuvzoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DA4DoQ4ke0o/s1600-h/schoolcaptains.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SovamuvzoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DA4DoQ4ke0o/s320/schoolcaptains.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371627339487879346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the help of Laura of course =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Guess what magik Miss Shik did again? She just forced my sister to bring back some CPU that contains stuff on the school magazine, and she was like, "I want it by today!!", which is super typical of her really. So my sister asked my dad for help and drove her everywhere til she managed to get hold of the CPU. My sister went back to school and Miss Shik gave that typical smile of hers that we all know very well and went like, "Waah... you brought it back ah!". Seriously she makes me want to get married&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-5736406162017347288?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5736406162017347288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=5736406162017347288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5736406162017347288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5736406162017347288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/during-lunch-today-i-was-sitting-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SovamuvzoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DA4DoQ4ke0o/s72-c/schoolcaptains.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2866726006587687403</id><published>2009-08-11T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:27:53.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useless Randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how some people can get so addicted to a certain Facebook application/game that they play every single day?&lt;br /&gt;Well my mom is&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting both my sisters too&lt;br /&gt;They are all crazy about Farmville&lt;br /&gt;I was never in the mood to blog about this but I did their "farm work" this whole day, I decided it's now or never that I blog about it&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this morning I woke up and my sister was grinning at me from ear to ear waiting for me key in my password for my laptop so she could use to play her Farmville&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing about this "game" is that you harvest whatever you planted previously&lt;br /&gt;Then you plow the farm&lt;br /&gt;Then you plant whatever seeds you want to&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, you have farm animals too!&lt;br /&gt;Like hens that lay eggs for you and then you collect the eggs from each hen and sell&lt;br /&gt;There are cows too, for you to milk them&lt;br /&gt;And when you earn enough money, you get to expand your farm and build a farm house&lt;br /&gt;(I am talking as though I know so much, and yet I don't play them. Oh wait, I DO play... for my sisters and my mom -.-)&lt;br /&gt;The most frustrating thing about this is that you have to click one square at a time for the harvesting, the plowing and the planting&lt;br /&gt;And now that my youngest sister got shoo-ed up to her room to sleep, I have to continue whatever she left off&lt;br /&gt;Or else they rugi&lt;br /&gt;Rugi in what sense, I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Besides hogging my "slow" laptop day and night&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my sisters take turns to "play" with my friends who message me on MSN&lt;br /&gt;The latest victim's Kane&lt;br /&gt;He asked "me" for a nice hairstyle, but ended up receiving hair advices from my mom instead&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing is that he did not believe my mom when she said he's not talking to Sandra, but "Sandra's Mom" instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if I need to off the laptop now and go to sleep, I have to complete planting rice for both my sisters (and my mom, because she forgot to plant before going to sleep)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2866726006587687403?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2866726006587687403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2866726006587687403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2866726006587687403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2866726006587687403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-how-some-people-can-get-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6968797311657816573</id><published>2009-08-07T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:02:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family and I celebrated my younger sister's birthday at the Portuguese Settlement last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;These were the stuff we had for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000264.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried noodles  - 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a fish person but my sister is, she gives the ikan bakar 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salted crabs (I think) - 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000266.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I-don't-know-what-it's-called - 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I-think-it's-called-lala - 10/10!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000272.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;I-have-no-idea-what-it-is-either - 1/10&lt;br /&gt;Tasteless eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we did not get to eat the king crabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this funny big thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Family/Laura%20Birthday%20Portuguese%20Settlement%202009/P1000301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, when you come visit me in Malacca, I bring you go makan&lt;br /&gt;I missing eating with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6968797311657816573?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6968797311657816573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6968797311657816573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6968797311657816573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6968797311657816573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-celebrated-my-younger-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2192703855709191370</id><published>2009-08-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:05:38.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays Birthdays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Around a month ago, when Chia Yeow was plotting her surprise visit back home with me, she came up with an idea, to celebrate all our 21st birthdays in one day, since most of us won't be in Malacca to celebrate together on our actual birthdays&lt;br /&gt;Then out of a sudden, Chia Yeow told us that she's going back to Queensland a week earlier than planned and that our 21st birthday has to be held, as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;And she told me about it on the day of the low tea itself&lt;br /&gt;At 8.15am to be exact haha&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read the text message, I jumped out of my bed and panicked like mad wondering what on earth should I bring to the party as it's a pot luck kinda thing you see&lt;br /&gt;I searched through recipe sites and decided to do something simple - shortbread&lt;br /&gt;But I took so long to find the okay looking recipe, I was almost late for the low tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnbISfYsIkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DB6liVphMII/s1600-h/P1000173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnbISfYsIkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DB6liVphMII/s320/P1000173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365696226046779970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried using my hand to make into shapes but it's too sticky to piak them to the cookie sheets&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;I used a nozzle meant for cupcakes to squeeze them out instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnbIR02lS9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/lvQioNLHn7w/s1600-h/P1000175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnbIR02lS9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/lvQioNLHn7w/s320/P1000175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365696214629436370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they came out looking like cabbages, like the ones my mom planted in her FarmVille, on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad dropped me off at Chia Yeow's house late (as usual... but it's because of the cookies!) and then we went to Fleur's house together&lt;br /&gt;Wait, the thing is, I am not even sure if it's a house house, it's more like a gigantic super white mansion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnbAm2ugMmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yT6CPX1BM8w/s1600-h/P1000177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnbAm2ugMmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yT6CPX1BM8w/s320/P1000177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365687779816649314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnayZ-RzmBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cM2cWczJ1lI/s1600-h/P1000180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnayZ-RzmBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cM2cWczJ1lI/s320/P1000180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365672165342681106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fleur explaining the differences between high tea and low tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnaR5BrxSOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6NFHqhAG2ss/s1600-h/P1000181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnaR5BrxSOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6NFHqhAG2ss/s320/P1000181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365636414949116130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fleur's mother geniusly thought of buying the thingie on the left, I dunno what it is called&lt;br /&gt;Then Mei-Lyn bought chocolate chip cookies from Tesco&lt;br /&gt;And Su Anne made those crazy pretty lemon tarts&lt;br /&gt;Chia Yeow's sister didn't want to bake cupcakes for her because she had to do something something with my sister, so she ended up buying Big Apple donuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnZdpy1ihBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IsgAb7deS6A/s1600-h/P1000187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnZdpy1ihBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IsgAb7deS6A/s320/P1000187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365578978660877330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we saw a wasp on the table&lt;br /&gt;Fleur told us it was found in her grandmother's room&lt;br /&gt;It's so fascinating that even Su Anne took photos of it too!&lt;br /&gt;It moved a bit when we all thought it's dead already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnZdornTpuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IvGLWKiUKR0/s1600-h/P1000201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnZdornTpuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IvGLWKiUKR0/s320/P1000201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365578959542265570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnZdoTXsXnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wj5jqRxi8D0/s1600-h/P1000203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnZdoTXsXnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Wj5jqRxi8D0/s320/P1000203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365578953034325618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake Chia Yeow, Mei-Lyn and I went to Jusco to choose, which Chia Yeow also paid for, for which I did not YET pay her back&lt;br /&gt;Mei-Lyn and I were not very happy with the purple flower the Secret Recipe Malay girl put on the cake&lt;br /&gt;So ugly right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrhFoPpBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WVm88VxUsVU/s1600-h/P1000204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrhFoPpBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WVm88VxUsVU/s320/P1000204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365453484760998930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrgkE79nI/AAAAAAAAAEY/StJFQVXiNto/s1600-h/P1000217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrgkE79nI/AAAAAAAAAEY/StJFQVXiNto/s320/P1000217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365453475754538610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fleur's sister, Mariel, is too cool for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrgehCk4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oaO0mRdIzok/s1600-h/P1000218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrgehCk4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oaO0mRdIzok/s320/P1000218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365453474261799810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrfjN0DkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eETFM5Qr6us/s1600-h/P1000220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnXrfjN0DkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eETFM5Qr6us/s320/P1000220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365453458343464514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favourite photo of all&lt;br /&gt;Because my face can't be seen, clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://x9b.xanga.com/1eb8002a216b0251049177/b151274386.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 160px;" src="http://x9b.xanga.com/1eb8002a216b0251049177/b151274386.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2192703855709191370?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2192703855709191370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2192703855709191370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2192703855709191370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2192703855709191370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/around-month-ago-when-chia-yeow-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnbISfYsIkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DB6liVphMII/s72-c/P1000173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-4038210386712631190</id><published>2009-07-29T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:07:33.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnBUC0laIyI/AAAAAAAAADw/9F1cz_93NXU/s1600-h/kan-neh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnBUC0laIyI/AAAAAAAAADw/9F1cz_93NXU/s320/kan-neh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363879563650278178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnBXSQ2SCuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/J2XTp3NeW2g/s1600-h/kanneh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnBXSQ2SCuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/J2XTp3NeW2g/s320/kanneh.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363883127470164706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no life at all man&lt;br /&gt;It's like I have nothing else to do besides print screening people's stuff (and forcing people to blog hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Christine Wong for this print screen craze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-4038210386712631190?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4038210386712631190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=4038210386712631190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4038210386712631190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4038210386712631190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-no-life-at-all-man-its-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SnBUC0laIyI/AAAAAAAAADw/9F1cz_93NXU/s72-c/kan-neh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2685610468126681642</id><published>2009-07-28T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:49:15.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sm4EdOWDniI/AAAAAAAAADo/WqY7ndzr3kc/s1600-h/crispywong.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sm4EdOWDniI/AAAAAAAAADo/WqY7ndzr3kc/s320/crispywong.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363229106358165026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome friend!&lt;br /&gt;Print screen my messages for the world to see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2685610468126681642?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2685610468126681642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2685610468126681642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2685610468126681642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2685610468126681642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-awesome-friend-print-screen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sm4EdOWDniI/AAAAAAAAADo/WqY7ndzr3kc/s72-c/crispywong.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-4804820142543467403</id><published>2009-07-28T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:31:42.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days, whenever I wake up in the afternoon (not morning) during the weekends, my mom would say, "Good morning! which part of the globe you live in? Canada?"&lt;br /&gt;She says that in a joking manner but I know she really doesn't like it that I tend to sleep late and wake up late&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never eat breakfast, only lunch + tea&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I can't fall asleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I have tried, I really did, to sleep early&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up lying on my bed for hours (4 hours max.)&lt;br /&gt;So I don't bother going to bed early already&lt;br /&gt;After all, if people outside the house see that someone is still flicking the lights on and off, they probably won't think of trying to break into our house, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love holidays&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind it even if it's super boring&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent my day exploring blogspot/blogger&lt;br /&gt;Nothing productive, but I learned a trick or two =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-4804820142543467403?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4804820142543467403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=4804820142543467403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4804820142543467403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4804820142543467403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-days-whenever-i-wake-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-5116730690047285497</id><published>2009-07-27T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:45:24.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance Dance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m very very much into the Olympic Games fever right now&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more like rhythmic gymnastics fever&lt;br /&gt;See my banner!&lt;br /&gt;Cantik not?&lt;br /&gt;I edited it one leh&lt;br /&gt;Hehehee&lt;br /&gt;Took me ages to do it&lt;br /&gt;And yep I know the thing senget already but aiyoh never mind la…&lt;br /&gt;So yim chim for what right?&lt;br /&gt;I was googling for rhythmic gymnastics and without realising, I was saving pictures&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking why not share with you guys so you people can “get into the Olympic Games fever” too!&lt;br /&gt;Heeeheee &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-500" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg1.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=173" alt="" width="300" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-501" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg2.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=223" alt="" width="300" height="223" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-502" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg3.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=173" alt="" width="300" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Errrghhh I hate hate hate doing this, it’s like rolling the ball from one palm to the other across your shoulder blades and neck&lt;br /&gt;It looks damn easy but the ball…&lt;br /&gt;Errrghh I hate the ball&lt;br /&gt;My whole life, I managed to do this for four times only, with more than 50 attempts!&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, can count one!&lt;br /&gt;FOUR TIMES!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-503" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg4.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=186" alt="" width="300" height="186" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-504" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg5.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=178" alt="" width="300" height="178" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-505" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg6.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=216" alt="" width="300" height="216" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now I know where got I my “one leg up” badminton pose from&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-506" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg7.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=215" alt="" width="300" height="215" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seriously, even while playing volleyball also my “one leg up” pose can come up&lt;br /&gt;And Derek managed to take a candid shot of me doing my “one leg up”&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed to everyone =(&lt;br /&gt;I hope the photo won’t make it’s way to the internet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-507" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg8.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=212" alt="" width="300" height="212" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-508" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg12.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=234" alt="" width="300" height="234" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-509" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg13.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=153" alt="" width="300" height="153" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-510" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg14.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=232" alt="" width="300" height="232" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-511" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg15.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=203" alt="" width="300" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This girl is Alina Kabaeva, a very very famous rhythmic gymnast&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are rumours swirling around about her dating some Russian politician called Vladimir Putin who is like, 30 years her senior!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-512" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg16.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=187" alt="" width="300" height="187" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-584" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg381.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-599" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg371.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-598" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg361.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-597" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg351.jpg?w=224&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="224" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Try doing this and you can get really really woozy and fall within nanoseconds&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Because you go like one leg up and terbalik and you see everything upside down!&lt;br /&gt;The upside down thing makes you go “woooooooo” (as in like woozy lar)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-596" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg341.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-595" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg331.jpg?w=223&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="223" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-594" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg321.jpg?w=219&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="219" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-593" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg311.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-592" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg301.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-591" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg291.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-590" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg281.jpg?w=224&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="224" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-589" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg271.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-588" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg261.jpg?w=224&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="224" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-587" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg251.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-586" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg241.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-585" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg231.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh you must see the ones below&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-600" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg221.jpg?w=224&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="224" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ouchieee!!&lt;br /&gt;Just by looking at the girl’s face is enough to make you cringe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-513" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg18.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=203" alt="" width="300" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is something I hate, a lot, seriously&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-514" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg19.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=197" alt="" width="300" height="197" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Look at the chair!&lt;br /&gt;Senget already!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-515" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg20.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can&lt;strong&gt; SO&lt;/strong&gt; feel the pain man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-516" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/rg21.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=209" alt="" width="300" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember when I went for training, the instructors from Russia would do things like this to those girls who couldn’t split&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-5116730690047285497?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5116730690047285497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=5116730690047285497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5116730690047285497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5116730690047285497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-very-very-much-into-olympic-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7801011343573789132</id><published>2009-07-21T18:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:16:49.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old School Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This may not be the first time St. David's High School represented Malacca in choral speaking competitions&lt;br /&gt;But beating ALL the other high schools in the whole of Malaysia (including that Pineapple school girls who gave St. Davidians the L loser sign during their preparation the night before)?&lt;br /&gt;Unheard of!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the venue first thing in the morning with both my parents (my mom took leave from work for this competition) although I had some difficulties waking up at the ungodly hour of 8 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I am SO not a morning person&lt;br /&gt;But I forced myself up anyway to cheer on my sister and for my high school =)&lt;br /&gt;We reached there in time for the first performance from the SMK Bukit Nanas (they talked about recession or something about materialism), they were not bad I must say&lt;br /&gt;I considered them a threat by the time the third team perform&lt;br /&gt;St. Davidians were the fourth to perform (what a unlucky number, right!) and those kids totally blew me away with their performance&lt;br /&gt;I think they were better than the Pineapples because they were so real and believable, and not forgetting, they did not look like robots at all (unlike some fruity school)&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun watching them perform&lt;br /&gt;It was a very witty performance on "Teachers' Nightmare"&lt;br /&gt;Okay I might sound like I hate those Pineapple people, but really, I think the St. Davidians were not happy with them because they were so arrogant and all&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on lar... so what you've been winning all those years? be nice la... no one wants enemies right?&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the St. Davidians were very down to earth (considering they only had 10 days to learn the script and practise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was lucky to have cool people my age supporting all together - Ganesh (for his sister), Su Anne (for her brother) and Fleur (for her mother, of course)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway here are some pictures and videos taken on that day itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIZ_k-Zghzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIZ_k-Zghzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that the video is kinda shaky, I had to keep my arm held up high for 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know it's sorta inaudible too&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything man&lt;br /&gt;I have been having muscle ache since then!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, some of the Bukit Nanas girls actually stood up and clapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSVdV4OdgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3pyrQHxJt3I/s1600-h/P7200288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360573787799451138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSVdV4OdgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3pyrQHxJt3I/s320/P7200288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The St. Davidians after their expressive and convincing performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSVcrgRsUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/h4KxKKeddTU/s1600-h/P7200295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360573776424710466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSVcrgRsUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/h4KxKKeddTU/s320/P7200295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;Around 560 students from all over Malaysia took part&lt;br /&gt;Visitors were only allowed at the back of the hall&lt;br /&gt;(But Su Anne and I went to the front to take some photos anyway haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSVcY0964I/AAAAAAAAAEE/a6LXb--qApE/s1600-h/P7200299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360573771411221378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSVcY0964I/AAAAAAAAAEE/a6LXb--qApE/s320/P7200299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The CIJ/Sacred Heart primary school kids' very very entertaining and adorable performance&lt;br /&gt;Heard they won some national level competition for this performance of theirs, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWD11xBdKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OhRvxNXCENM/s1600-h/suanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360835892443444386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWD11xBdKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OhRvxNXCENM/s320/suanne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su Anne!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for some photos for this blog post =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the moment everyone's been waiting for (after many many long speeches, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTXCxABHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NeBG_bmnHPo/s1600-h/P7200305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360571480566400114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTXCxABHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NeBG_bmnHPo/s320/P7200305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie Anna was so so nervous&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny to watch though haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J37UX849Gjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J37UX849Gjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tqzE-1OMGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tqzE-1OMGk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YalXAYMbAgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YalXAYMbAgk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTW8UTusI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8KR8GJN0WcI/s1600-h/P7200309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360571478835444418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTW8UTusI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8KR8GJN0WcI/s320/P7200309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Davidians with their plaques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTVjugWwI/AAAAAAAAADs/vOYx_8_fcig/s1600-h/P7200310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360571455054568194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTVjugWwI/AAAAAAAAADs/vOYx_8_fcig/s320/P7200310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su Anne's cute little brother, Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTVd9a03I/AAAAAAAAADk/O8JPsVt4Sco/s1600-h/P7200311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360571453506507634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSTVd9a03I/AAAAAAAAADk/O8JPsVt4Sco/s320/P7200311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My teary-eyed sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSPqmesxxI/AAAAAAAAADU/v1JlH5AUVEk/s1600-h/P7200314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360567418524321554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSPqmesxxI/AAAAAAAAADU/v1JlH5AUVEk/s320/P7200314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWD2PCYf_I/AAAAAAAAADA/lw4kPPX4JZo/s1600-h/trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360835899227144178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWD2PCYf_I/AAAAAAAAADA/lw4kPPX4JZo/s320/trophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The much coveted trophy&lt;br /&gt;The only one that was given away&lt;br /&gt;First runner-up and second runner-up were given only plaques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWDcvwkowI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q4Tu969Phwg/s1600-h/encore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360835461334213378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWDcvwkowI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q4Tu969Phwg/s320/encore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWD1j3RZII/AAAAAAAAACw/hWeE3PLtAt4/s1600-h/happykids%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360835887637816450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWD1j3RZII/AAAAAAAAACw/hWeE3PLtAt4/s320/happykids%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSPqE_E6tI/AAAAAAAAADE/6IhQYTB-dsI/s1600-h/P7200317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360567409533315794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSPqE_E6tI/AAAAAAAAADE/6IhQYTB-dsI/s320/P7200317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yayyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNcP9nMjI/AAAAAAAAACs/sNd2ME8ktj8/s1600-h/P7200320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360564972938539570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNcP9nMjI/AAAAAAAAACs/sNd2ME8ktj8/s320/P7200320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Auntie Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWDBflCd0I/AAAAAAAAACg/CF724wm38z8/s1600-h/cheerleaders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360834993134401346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SmWDBflCd0I/AAAAAAAAACg/CF724wm38z8/s320/cheerleaders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cheerleaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNZ4wSAuI/AAAAAAAAACk/kWvERejiKUw/s1600-h/P7200321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360564932348871394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNZ4wSAuI/AAAAAAAAACk/kWvERejiKUw/s320/P7200321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister and my mom =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNXVT9wVI/AAAAAAAAACU/tjr5kd3lcaA/s1600-h/P7200323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360564888475124050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNXVT9wVI/AAAAAAAAACU/tjr5kd3lcaA/s320/P7200323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone just stuffed her phone to my sister to inform the other school friends about their win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNTLLB0UI/AAAAAAAAACM/yZMqETRkdos/s1600-h/P7200324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360564817033810242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSNTLLB0UI/AAAAAAAAACM/yZMqETRkdos/s320/P7200324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Patricia joined along too haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSLZyg-J6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/t8Xu4GDXjz0/s1600-h/P7200326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360562731650787234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSLZyg-J6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/t8Xu4GDXjz0/s320/P7200326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people who made it happen&lt;br /&gt;And the one person who did an amazingly wonderful job as the coach (in 10 days!) - Miss Anna Nonis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSLZlNZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ymJ2JaTdKSY/s1600-h/P7200327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360562728079064338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSLZlNZ_RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ymJ2JaTdKSY/s320/P7200327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura, Patricia and I =)&lt;br /&gt;See how happy I look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSKj9wHnoI/AAAAAAAAABc/njo0USmfVHw/s1600-h/P7200330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360561806954176130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSKj9wHnoI/AAAAAAAAABc/njo0USmfVHw/s320/P7200330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With both my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I found a clearer version on Youtube, thanks to my sister's friend (who was daring enough to sit right behind the judges (I think) to take this video!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbnUmCMSBbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbnUmCMSBbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ex4SDmXZtV8/SmSVdV4OdgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3pyrQHxJt3I/s72-c/P7200288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8449361561437568898</id><published>2009-07-13T21:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:16:37.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got to meet up with friends for the first time since the holidays =)&lt;br /&gt;And I met up with these wonderful and entertaining people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "British" Engineer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls7pgdNGOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/c5TJl5OVCik/s1600-h/DSC05523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls7pgdNGOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/c5TJl5OVCik/s320/DSC05523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941765960440034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Irish" Doctor&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls7paozhEI/AAAAAAAAACI/oLDSZhIk4hQ/s1600-h/DSC05522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls7paozhEI/AAAAAAAAACI/oLDSZhIk4hQ/s320/DSC05522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357941764398482498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Singaporean" Engineer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls644smlKI/AAAAAAAAABw/SnnNeQ0a9ms/s1600-h/DSC05519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls644smlKI/AAAAAAAAABw/SnnNeQ0a9ms/s320/DSC05519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357940930653885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Russian" Doctor&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls65a_TQUI/AAAAAAAAACA/pf5Utwj0-5o/s1600-h/DSC05521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls65a_TQUI/AAAAAAAAACA/pf5Utwj0-5o/s320/DSC05521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357940939859116354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Australian" Psychologist&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls65D50YDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-VX4b5-sDXU/s1600-h/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls65D50YDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-VX4b5-sDXU/s320/DSC05520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357940933662105650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Other "British" Engineer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls64vrLfMI/AAAAAAAAABo/4lenJ4rf38c/s1600-h/DSC05518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls64vrLfMI/AAAAAAAAABo/4lenJ4rf38c/s320/DSC05518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357940928231996610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Australian" Farmer, high class one okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls64j8yStI/AAAAAAAAABg/wAyNgdC5b7w/s1600-h/DSC05517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls64j8yStI/AAAAAAAAABg/wAyNgdC5b7w/s320/DSC05517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357940925084617426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They are all true Malaccans lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I have self-esteem problems&lt;br /&gt;But anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SltK4p4CPDI/AAAAAAAAACY/X73Yk1shYJ8/s1600-h/lovelovelove.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SltK4p4CPDI/AAAAAAAAACY/X73Yk1shYJ8/s320/lovelovelove.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357958518861347890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/36940185-8449361561437568898?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8449361561437568898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=8449361561437568898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8449361561437568898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8449361561437568898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finally-got-out-of-house-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/Sls7pgdNGOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/c5TJl5OVCik/s72-c/DSC05523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-1466775876984525517</id><published>2009-07-08T04:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:53:16.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is short'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson is going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what he wanted&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the memorial service is definitely Paris Jackson's short speech&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlOziLhiRtI/AAAAAAAAABY/xa_fFNgmYfY/s1600-h/jacksonparis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlOziLhiRtI/AAAAAAAAABY/xa_fFNgmYfY/s320/jacksonparis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355821781664024274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that didn't make you cry, I don't know what else would&lt;br /&gt;This totally reminded me of my aunt's memorial service&lt;br /&gt;Only the difference is that, I did not go to the front and give a few words about her&lt;br /&gt;I was this close to doing that&lt;br /&gt;At least Paris did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad that we grew up watching Michael Jackson, but being his only daughter, she will never be able to (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ever since I was born, daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine, and I just wanted to say I love him so much."&lt;/span&gt; - Paris-Michael Katherine Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you MJ, for the music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-1466775876984525517?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1466775876984525517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=1466775876984525517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1466775876984525517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1466775876984525517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-is-going-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlOziLhiRtI/AAAAAAAAABY/xa_fFNgmYfY/s72-c/jacksonparis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-1465113575211568081</id><published>2009-07-08T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:01:33.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is short'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having Chan in your MSN friend list, you will never miss any important news&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlN9rob_uuI/AAAAAAAAABA/vPn8YjQ8hyw/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlN9rob_uuI/AAAAAAAAABA/vPn8YjQ8hyw/s320/mj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355762570416339682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh... can't believe he really is gone&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the live memorial of Michael Jackson now&lt;br /&gt;With my LLS book in between my legs&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to read more than 3 pages&lt;br /&gt;Heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-1465113575211568081?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1465113575211568081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=1465113575211568081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1465113575211568081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1465113575211568081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-chan-in-your-msn-friend-list-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlN9rob_uuI/AAAAAAAAABA/vPn8YjQ8hyw/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-4765749463657697277</id><published>2009-07-05T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:04:04.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This short semester felt like a super fast-spinning Ferris wheel&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlB1GNfb7jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-JBBLKHCFw0/s1600-h/second+semester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlB1GNfb7jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-JBBLKHCFw0/s320/second+semester.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354908706504699442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like it&lt;br /&gt;I like it fast&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Mel's not here with us =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlB1ovU2oGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/niKjLERL9vA/s1600-h/missingmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlB1ovU2oGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/niKjLERL9vA/s320/missingmel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354909299702669410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-4765749463657697277?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4765749463657697277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=4765749463657697277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4765749463657697277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4765749463657697277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-short-semester-felt-like-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SlB1GNfb7jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-JBBLKHCFw0/s72-c/second+semester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2048654485666148234</id><published>2009-06-30T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:58:47.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Saturday my old high school had a carnival&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my high school is only 50 years old&lt;br /&gt;Pretty young for a school in Malacca&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2182" title="1" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/1.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/1.jpg" alt="1" width="360" height="161" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is our school field&lt;br /&gt;Something that most guys from the school take pride of because of it's size haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2187" title="45" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/45.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/45.jpg" alt="45" width="360" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2181" title="0" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/0.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/0.jpg" alt="0" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2190" title="P6270261" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270261.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270261.jpg" alt="P6270261" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2184" title="14" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/14.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/14.jpg" alt="14" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2189" title="P6270243" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270243.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270243.jpg" alt="P6270243" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The turn out was awesome too&lt;br /&gt;Met a lot of old classmates there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2191" title="P6270268" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270268.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270268.jpg" alt="P6270268" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2192" title="36" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/36.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/36.jpg" alt="36" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2193" title="P6270262" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270262.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270262.jpg" alt="P6270262" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2194" title="P6270263" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270263.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270263.jpg" alt="P6270263" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2195" title="P6270264" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270264.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270264.jpg" alt="P6270264" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2196" title="P6270265" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270265.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270265.jpg" alt="P6270265" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2197" title="P6270271" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270271.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270271.jpg" alt="P6270271" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2199" title="6" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/6.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/6.jpg" alt="6" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2200" title="7" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/7.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/7.jpg" alt="7" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sexy 5sc1 peeps&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2203" title="15" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/15.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/15.jpg" alt="15" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5sc3&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2204" title="18" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/18.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/18.jpg" alt="18" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ex-head prefect and Cookieeeeee!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2205" title="20" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/20.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/20.jpg" alt="20" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2206" title="21" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/21.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/21.jpg" alt="21" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2202" title="12" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/12.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/12.jpg" alt="12" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seeing double!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2201" title="11" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/11.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/11.jpg" alt="11" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They actually hired a DJ!&lt;br /&gt;They could have saved up money and ask me to do it instead, for free!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm just kidding&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2207" title="46" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/46.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/46.jpg" alt="46" width="360" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spot the red Z&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2216" title="P6270272" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270272.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270272.jpg" alt="P6270272" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fleur's youngest sister flipping her hair, for a second I thought is Fleur herself haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2215" title="P6270260" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270260.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270260.jpg" alt="P6270260" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2209" title="28" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/28.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/28.jpg" alt="28" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My seniors - Marina's gang&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2210" title="30" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/30.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/30.jpg" alt="30" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Except the girls in black and green&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2214" title="P6270259" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270259.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270259.jpg" alt="P6270259" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2208" title="26" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/26.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/26.jpg" alt="26" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even Ali Rustam made an appearance!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2211" title="P6270244" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270244.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270244.jpg" alt="P6270244" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2212" title="P6270245" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270245.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270245.jpg" alt="P6270245" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2213" title="P6270246" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270246.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270246.jpg" alt="P6270246" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spot me haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2220" title="27" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/27.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/27.jpg" alt="27" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr. Chay - the headmaster!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2219" title="25" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/25.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/25.jpg" alt="25" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2188" title="47" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/47.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/47.jpg" alt="47" width="203" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like those balloons&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2186" title="44" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/44.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/44.jpg" alt="44" width="360" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2217" title="13" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/13.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/13.jpg" alt="13" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2218" title="23" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/23.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/23.jpg" alt="23" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Basketball player Kerbau 13, from Yok Bin High School&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2223" title="48" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/48.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/48.jpg" alt="48" width="202" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2226" title="34" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/34.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/34.jpg" alt="34" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was also a flying fox contraption&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2228" title="P6270242" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270242.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270242.jpg" alt="P6270242" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From the 2nd Floor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2225" title="24" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/24.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/24.jpg" alt="24" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2227" title="51" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/51.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/51.jpg" alt="51" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2183" title="9" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/9.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/9.jpg" alt="9" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2224" title="10" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/10.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/10.jpg" alt="10" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not forgetting, wall climbing haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2232" title="P6270249" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270249.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270249.jpg" alt="P6270249" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ponies and horses too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2234" title="P6270266" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270266.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270266.jpg" alt="P6270266" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2235" title="P6270267" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270267.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270267.jpg" alt="P6270267" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2233" title="P6270251" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270251.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270251.jpg" alt="P6270251" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2229" title="16" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/16.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/16.jpg" alt="16" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2231" title="50" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/50.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/50.jpg" alt="50" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2230" title="49" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/49.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/49.jpg" alt="49" width="203" height="361" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2244" title="2" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/2.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/2.jpg" alt="2" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's what my younger sister, Laura and some of  her classmates did&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2249" title="38" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/38.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/38.jpg" alt="38" width="360" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My sisters and my mom did the cupcakes til 1 in the morning before the carnival!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2248" title="37" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/37.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/37.jpg" alt="37" width="360" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2245" title="3" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/3.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/3.jpg" alt="3" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2247" title="5" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/5.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/5.jpg" alt="5" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2246" title="4" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/4.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/4.jpg" alt="4" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2250" title="40" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/40.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/40.jpg" alt="40" width="360" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For Puan Susan's daughter&lt;br /&gt;So cute right!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2251" title="P6270247" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270247.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270247.jpg" alt="P6270247" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the time I reached the carnival, there were only two boxes left&lt;br /&gt;Response was good&lt;br /&gt;This is the only photo I took myself, the other cupcake photos were taken by others&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2236" title="8" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/8.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/8.jpg" alt="8" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chia Yeow's sis, Chia Yen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2239" title="41" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/41.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/41.jpg" alt="41" width="203" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2237" title="19" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/19.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/19.jpg" alt="19" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Massaging the chickens&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2242" title="P6270256" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270256.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270256.jpg" alt="P6270256" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mom continued helping out with the piping&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2240" title="42" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/42.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/42.jpg" alt="42" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even my Add Maths/Physics tuition teacher came eh!&lt;br /&gt;I personally think he slimmed down a lot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2238" title="39" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/39.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/39.jpg" alt="39" width="360" height="203" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of Laura's class stalls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2241" title="43" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/43.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/43.jpg" alt="43" width="203" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Look at this little boy!&lt;br /&gt;Laura lured him to her stall and made his mom buy him a cupcake haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2243" title="P6270258" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270258.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270258.jpg" alt="P6270258" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2252" title="P6270240" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270240.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270240.jpg" alt="P6270240" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My youngest sister, Clara's class stall&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2253" title="P6270241" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270241.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270241.jpg" alt="P6270241" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They were selling pop corn&lt;br /&gt;Clara made the pop corn til 12midnight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2254" title="P6270253" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270253.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270253.jpg" alt="P6270253" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2255" title="P6270254" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270254.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270254.jpg" alt="P6270254" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mom also helped out with the poster&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2256" title="P6270274" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270274.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270274.jpg" alt="P6270274" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Clara the scout doing her duty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2257" title="P6270277" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270277.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/p6270277.jpg" alt="P6270277" width="225" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's one of her best friends, Xiao Qi&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think she looks extremely like Scarlett Johansson?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/sj.jpg" mce_href="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/sj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2266" title="SJ" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/sj.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/sj.jpg" alt="SJ" width="650" height="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2258" title="17" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/17.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/17.jpg" alt="17" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr. Sassy haha!&lt;br /&gt;The guys' favourite PE teacher&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2259" title="22" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/22.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/22.jpg" alt="22" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr. Tay, the accounts teacher&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2260" title="32" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/32.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/32.jpg" alt="32" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course, Puan Low, the chemistry teacher&lt;br /&gt;She used to make me sit at the front row of the chemistry lab because I was too noisy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2261" title="33" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/33.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/33.jpg" alt="33" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Puan Tan Siow Pin (funny how we don't just call her Puan Tan) on the right. the lady on her right is Miss Monica, a new teacher I heard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2222" title="35" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/35.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/35.jpg" alt="35" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 3rd floor is the form 5 science stream floor&lt;br /&gt;I used to think we climbed 10 floors to reach our classes&lt;br /&gt;So high up and sooooo many staircases&lt;br /&gt;I also used to cheat myself that there's only one more staircase left to keep me going (just one more... one more!!)&lt;br /&gt;I remember someone dropped his football from our floor and got into trouble! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Oh those were the days&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I miss those people!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they locked the walkway at the back already&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2221" title="29" src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/29.jpg" mce_src="http://sandrawong.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/29.jpg" alt="29" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;http://www.mysdhs.com/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some photos courtesy of Marina Tan, Tan Hui Shan and Sarah-Jane Ho (Facebook)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2048654485666148234?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2048654485666148234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2048654485666148234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2048654485666148234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2048654485666148234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-saturday-my-old-high-school-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-3372507825751763710</id><published>2009-06-25T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:17:12.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays Birthdays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So yesterday I was having a bad day but then the girls asked me to go out and celebrate Siew Wen’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t really in the mood to do anything&lt;br /&gt;Let alone drive and be happy with a bunch of people who know me too well&lt;br /&gt;So if I don’t go, well, I would feel really terrible&lt;br /&gt;And they would taunt me for the rest of my life, but of course, in a joking manner&lt;br /&gt;After all they are a bunch of girls I grew up with&lt;br /&gt;Without them, I wouldn’t be who I am today&lt;br /&gt;They changed me in so many wonderful ways that even words cannot describe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-131" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240007.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The birthday girl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-129" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240008.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We didn’t sing the birthday song out loud because all of us dislike being stared at&lt;br /&gt;Especially by strangers&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we did?&lt;br /&gt;We sang inside our heads and once we were done, we said “AHEM”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-130" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240011.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With her third cake of the day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-128" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240013.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people are just so lucky&lt;br /&gt;Three different gangs of friends to celebrate her birthday&lt;br /&gt;She must have had a busy day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-127" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240018.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From left: Fang Wui who is studying nursing in Penang, Siew Geok I have no comment, Siew Wen who is leaving for Johor to study errrrr… something something :p, and me, well, the lost soul&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-126" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240019.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someone complained I got too much hair on the first pic so I flipped my hair back for this&lt;br /&gt;From left: Mei Chi who is studying errr… something something that’s got to do with chemistry and bio in MMU and the rest lah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-125" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240026.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This girl, without her&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa…&lt;br /&gt;I can’t really imagine my life without her&lt;br /&gt;She’s like the most awesome chick ever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-124" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240029.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This girl pulaaa…&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in the same class with her since like standard one til form 5&lt;br /&gt;That’s kinda rare isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;She passed me some of her creative juices&lt;br /&gt;Without her, well, I wouldn’t be as picky as I am now&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;She’s the queen of perfection in everything&lt;br /&gt;Including homework and art&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-123" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/p6240034.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-3372507825751763710?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3372507825751763710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=3372507825751763710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3372507825751763710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3372507825751763710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-yesterday-i-was-having-bad-day-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-3848642972964889422</id><published>2009-06-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:06:48.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Melanie just left =(&lt;br /&gt;Surprise attempt failed because of the teng teng teng teng thing from the KLIA announcer haha but it was really fun&lt;br /&gt;The process of it I mean&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t manage to sleep properly these past two days, even now, it’s 6.50am and I still can’t sleep =(&lt;br /&gt;Been tossing and turning on the bed for hours (darn it man) until cannot tahan so decided to come online and blog and also read news&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this, I wished time would pass by slower so it wouldn’t reach Friday night so fast, I really dreaded it lar&lt;br /&gt;I even told myself to forget about Mel for a while, which was a mean thing to do&lt;br /&gt;And now I am worrying about her flight (all those bad things that &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; happen and stuff, sorry about the negativity lah, I know I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; paranoid)&lt;br /&gt;She’s definitely one of the nicest friends in KL, a total rare gem&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful both inside and outside&lt;br /&gt;(Funny how I didn’t write all these in her farewell card, I suppose I really am not good with words, especially when it comes to saying goodbyes. I mean, I kept going, “OH MY GOSH WHAT TO WRITE LAH!!! reaching KLIA already! how how HOWWWWW!?!?!?!”)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2150" title="melflight" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/melflight.jpg?w=499&amp;amp;h=79" alt="melflight" width="499" height="79" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s strange that they changed the normal “delayed” to “retimed” (I’m probably wrong, just an assumption that retimed means delayed), just to sound nicer perhaps? or they got themselves a new PR? haha&lt;br /&gt;She’s traveling to Newark via Stockholm, which means she’s reaching in roughly 4 more hours? (will continue to stalk her all the way to Newark haha!)&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope she will get a better life over in the States&lt;br /&gt;She deserves much better than what life has got to offer her in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you back in Malaysia soon, Smelly Melly!&lt;br /&gt;(So you can be my FedEx *wink wink* hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Webcam soon aight!&lt;br /&gt;Love you looooooooong time!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway life’s been busy like mad&lt;br /&gt;No time for a lot things&lt;br /&gt;But I think I’m starting to get used to KL life already (the not-so-nice people, the not-so-cheap food, the not-so-clean air, the not-so-tasty food, the not-so-comfortable bed)&lt;br /&gt;Although I get into the super depressing mode if I don’t get to see my family for two weeks in a row&lt;br /&gt;I just need junk foooooooood actually! (sorta)&lt;br /&gt;Went groceries shopping with Camie, Sheryl and Michelle the other day&lt;br /&gt;And bought lots of junk food which probably gonna last me half a week more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2139" title="DSC05464" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc054641.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="DSC05464" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then Michelle saw this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2141" title="DSC05466" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc054661.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="DSC05466" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She said it’s an imitation of Lay’s&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2142" title="DSC05467" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc054671.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="DSC05467" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that Tiffany should get laid&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that girl&lt;br /&gt;She’s officially the funniest girl in KL after just spending few hours with her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2140" title="DSC05465" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc054651.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="DSC05465" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her love for Lay’s =D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these three girls totally made my day (Sheryl even came to HELP with the help of her GPS!)&lt;br /&gt;No regrets skipping Public Speaking class that day&lt;br /&gt;Heard it lasted for less than an hour anyway&lt;br /&gt;If not for them, I would have gone all depressed and lonely already&lt;br /&gt;I had so so much fun groceries shopping with them&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2138" title="DSC05430" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc054301.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="DSC05430" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh weeks ago, I dropped by Times Square just to get Krispy Kreme to ta pao back to Malacca&lt;br /&gt;I saw Times Square (on the inside) for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I stared in awe with the amount of floors the mall has&lt;br /&gt;I took a photo of it and a man looked at me as if it’s my first day out in the city (well kinda)&lt;br /&gt;Call me jakun/sua ku, but I really don’t get out much while in KL&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a jail in here sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But my parents are starting to let loose one me already lar&lt;br /&gt;They allow me to go out at night now, as long as they know who I am with and where I am going to and what’s the purpose&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I should rejoice a bit&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2137" title="DSC05410" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc054101.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="DSC05410" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh Hooi Tzing’s puppies!&lt;br /&gt;Left just three, the rest died already =( so sad&lt;br /&gt;I really really seriously wanted one coz they’re so adorably cute&lt;br /&gt;But my dad kept shaking his head, how could he be so heartless? =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here were the souvenirs I got from Tioman roughly a month ago (totally forgot to post them up! oh wait, I didn’t even blog hahaha)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2134" title="DSC05382" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05382.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="DSC05382" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I applied sunscreen, but forgot to spread it all over so there were like these three pesky ugly “stripes” on my right arm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2135" title="DSC05384" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05384.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=103" alt="DSC05384" width="300" height="103" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And also my shoulders and chest -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2136" title="DSC05387" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05387.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="DSC05387" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I fell down at the jetty -.-&lt;br /&gt;I’m like an old lady eh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2124" title="DSC05425" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05425.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="DSC05425" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oooooh I had my first ever 3D movie with my cousin Judy (the cousin whom everyone says “eh she looks like you!”)&lt;br /&gt;Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;br /&gt;The movie was so so but the 3D thing was pretty cool&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh here the Krispy Kreme workers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2128" title="DSC05433" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05433.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="DSC05433" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2127" title="DSC05432" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05432.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="DSC05432" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2126" title="DSC05431" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05431.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="DSC05431" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like this&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t find it anywhere in Malaysia =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2133" title="DSC05468" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc05468.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="DSC05468" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the stupid me finished it in less than 3 minutes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh yay I’m going zorbing in few hours’ time!&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee so excited!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-2144" title="2741071383_db36136484" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/2741071383_db36136484.jpg?w=200&amp;amp;h=300" alt="2741071383_db36136484" width="200" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But the problem now is to sleep or not to sleep&lt;br /&gt;If I sleep, surely I cannot wake up for it&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, someone please, just kill me already&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH I WANNA SLEEP LAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay anyway, I won’t be blogging much these days&lt;br /&gt;This short semester is driving me cuckoo nuts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-3848642972964889422?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3848642972964889422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=3848642972964889422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3848642972964889422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3848642972964889422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/06/melanie-just-left-surprise-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7856530926004002524</id><published>2009-05-23T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:39:43.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This morning I had a morning call from Sheryl the queen&lt;br /&gt;And I mumbled my way through out the conversation&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, talking to me on the phone or even in real life while I am sleeping can be a pain sometimes, normally I don’t remember ever receiving a call or talking to anyone&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday morning, Desmond texted me and told me that David Cook won&lt;br /&gt;I replied him saying YAY!!! and when I was fully awake I checked my messages then only I realised I actually replied him&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic, she asked me out together with Pei Chze the Picit&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove to Sheryl’s place and waited forever for Miss Picit the Vainpot to be done with trimming her hair to perfection (hahahahahaha…) to arrive and I was starving like what only&lt;br /&gt;So after hanging around doing nothing at Sheryl’s house, Miss Pretty with her fantabulous new hair drove us to MP while the not-as-noisy-Sheryl talked over the phone through out the journey with some fella who complained that me and Miss Beautiful were too noisy for the fella’s liking&lt;br /&gt;After taking a million years to decide what to eat, we settled with Pizza Hut and as usual, they chucked most of the food to me since I am a food monster and they were scared they might starve me to death or something&lt;br /&gt;And we managed to convince the waitress who was serving us to give us free coca cola refills&lt;br /&gt;Heehehee&lt;br /&gt;Then we hung around and stuffs and we went back to Sheryl’s place for a swim&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrr…&lt;br /&gt;Then it was kinda like that la&lt;br /&gt;Photos of the camwhores after swimming&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-28" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc04141.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-29" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc04142.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-30" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc04143.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-32" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc04144.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-33" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc041451.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-34" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc04147.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-35" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc04148.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-36" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dsc04149.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7856530926004002524?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7856530926004002524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7856530926004002524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7856530926004002524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7856530926004002524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-i-had-morning-call-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8871279338201344608</id><published>2009-05-01T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:08:09.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2105" title="p4300001" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300001.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=361" alt="p4300001" width="270" height="361" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This morning my dad came to my room and told me some stupid fellas cut our fence again&lt;br /&gt;The last time they did that was last year&lt;br /&gt;And they stole my dad’s old pump meant for his plants&lt;br /&gt;This time they didn’t manage to steal anything&lt;br /&gt;I think because I went downstairs in the middle of the night or something, then they realised someone’s not asleep yet&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe because neighbour’s son came back from mamak after some football match&lt;br /&gt;My dad said he told him that he heard dogs barking&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I really dunno lar&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sleeping tonight, because I wanna jaga rumah =(&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not sure how long I can last&lt;br /&gt;My dad said I must sleep, but then, what’s the point of sleeping if you don’t feel safe right?&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m gonna get some guy who knows super kung fu as my husband in the future =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway we went to the police station and made a report&lt;br /&gt;My dad dragged me along&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought he didn’t wanna go alone&lt;br /&gt;Mana tahu it’s because he needed my help to communicate with the police officer&lt;br /&gt;Because his BM dunno mana pergi already -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the way back home, I gave my dad some ideas on how to get rid of those stupid jerks&lt;br /&gt;Like, setting up mouse traps at the garden, so if those stupid jerks step on them, they would scream and we would wake up and ring the police station immediately&lt;br /&gt;Or like, if they step on some thing then a water balloon would splash on them&lt;br /&gt;And… some other ideas&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I am weird and that I watched Home Alone with my sisters a tad too much&lt;br /&gt;But one thing though, I’m glad our neighbour has a rifle&lt;br /&gt;He probably has more than one&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe a dozen of short guns or something&lt;br /&gt;I’m even more glad that we are friends with him hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that we played kites in front of our house, at the field there&lt;br /&gt;I lost count of how many kites we played&lt;br /&gt;But it was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;And I think I’m not bad at it too &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s in the genes hehehehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here’s my dad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2106" title="p4300003" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300003.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="p4300003" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flying one of the kites my uncle (Yvonne’s dad) got for him&lt;br /&gt;Not cheap I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;I think each kite costs around RM 100 or less&lt;br /&gt;It’s those really huge and big kites (even the string used to fly the kites is different from the normal kind, we have to use gloves while holding the string, those cuts are no joke)&lt;br /&gt;It’s fully handmade and it’s impossible for my dad to make one himself (although I consider my dad a pro at making kites)&lt;br /&gt;And my uncle got my dad THREE of those kites!&lt;br /&gt;Brotherly love, I call it =)&lt;br /&gt;*When I finally retire earlier than you, Yvonne, remember to buy me kites too okay! hahaha*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2107" title="p4300005" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300005.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=359" alt="p4300005" width="270" height="359" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really really dislike cats&lt;br /&gt;And that cat kept purring beside our legs&lt;br /&gt;Omg so irritating&lt;br /&gt;Then some uncle jogged passed with his Dachshund and the cat got so scared and ran up to the tree and wouldn’t come down&lt;br /&gt;Haha stupid cat!&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love that dog!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2108" title="p4300006" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300006.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="p4300006" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2109" title="p4300011" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300011.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="p4300011" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a while my dad decided to make the kite fly higher&lt;br /&gt;I told him not to because who knows what might happen to the kite and it might terbang to God knows where&lt;br /&gt;But he decided to make it fly higher anyway&lt;br /&gt;It dropped on a tree -.-&lt;br /&gt;A really tall tree I must say, at least, according to my standard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then my dad did the unthinkable&lt;br /&gt;He climbed up the tree O.O&lt;br /&gt;I was pleading him to stop but he said he cannot afford to lose the kite because it’s from his own brother&lt;br /&gt;I was like, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating so so fast I think it could have had dropped out if not for the fact that my dad was actually quite skillful while climbing the stupid nangka tree&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2110" title="p4300012" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300012.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="p4300012" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2111" title="p4300013" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300013.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="p4300013" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Look at my crazy dad!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2112" title="p4300014" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300014.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="p4300014" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was so so happy when he found the kite&lt;br /&gt;Yes I typed “found”&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t find the kite at first because it was so high up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2113" title="p4300015" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/p4300015.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="p4300015" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My dad is insane&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While walking back home, I told him, “pa, you’re not exactly 15 years old, you’re half a century old already, so would you please stop giving your less than a quarter century daughter old heart attack?”&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said, “your dad is more than half a century old already”&lt;br /&gt;I think he was concentrating more on his age rather than my heart’s condition&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think he’s seriously cuckoo nuts&lt;br /&gt;But I still love him more than ever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-8871279338201344608?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8871279338201344608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=8871279338201344608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8871279338201344608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8871279338201344608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning-my-dad-came-to-my-room-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2300267302140578328</id><published>2009-04-18T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:12:17.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Facebook just now and I saw this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2025" title="jfy" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/jfy.png?w=260&amp;amp;h=97" alt="jfy" width="260" height="97" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I clicked on it&lt;br /&gt;And I saw PUPPIES!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2023" title="ginger" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/ginger.jpg?w=221&amp;amp;h=166" alt="ginger" width="221" height="166" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2024" title="ginger2" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/ginger2.jpg?w=221&amp;amp;h=166" alt="ginger2" width="221" height="166" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So here’s the story, my two friends, Hooi Tzing and Chia Yeow are neighbours&lt;br /&gt;Both have dogs&lt;br /&gt;Hooi Tzing has this pure-bred golden retriever while Chia Yeow’s dad brought back a mongrel from pasar malam last year (if I’m not wrong, it’s a mix between two pure-bred dogs)&lt;br /&gt;The golden retriever is named Ginger while Chia Yeow’s mongrel is named Google, her little sister’s brilliant idea&lt;br /&gt;So I heard from either Hooi Tzing or Chia Yeow (I forgot) that Ginger and Google slept together and had PUPPIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose both of them didn’t know until their family members told them (I mean HT and CY lah, not the dogs)&lt;br /&gt;They are both studying in Ireland and Australia respectively&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think the puppies are soooooooooooo teeny weeny and adorable&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to go back to Malacca to visit the pups&lt;br /&gt;But sadly one of the puppies died =(&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing is that Hooi Tzing told Chia Yeow, “we’re related now!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish I could have one of the puppies or something&lt;br /&gt;But for sure, FOR SURE my parents won’t let me have any, because they think I cannot even take care of myself, how to take care of another living thing?&lt;br /&gt;Ish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Omg I don’t wanna study anymore, can?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sigh I miss my Malacca friends so so so so so so SOOOOOOOOO MUCH&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Update: This is Google&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2036" title="google" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/google.png?w=114&amp;amp;h=113" alt="google" width="114" height="113" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have no idea why the puppies are all black either&lt;br /&gt;Funny eh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and I was telling my sister about this incident&lt;br /&gt;She said she knew something was fishy about Google because Google kept going near Ginger hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;I told her she should have bought condoms for Google&lt;br /&gt;She said it’s my fault that I didn’t give her money to buy for Google instead -.-&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2300267302140578328?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2300267302140578328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2300267302140578328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2300267302140578328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2300267302140578328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-to-facebook-just-now-and-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7067722114221452184</id><published>2009-04-17T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:59:04.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance Dance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nastia Liukin for Max Azria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Gymnastics/Nastia%20Liukin%20for%20Max%20Azria/NastiaLiukinMaxAzria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 427px;" src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q204/SandraWong/Gymnastics/Nastia%20Liukin%20for%20Max%20Azria/NastiaLiukinMaxAzria9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7067722114221452184?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7067722114221452184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7067722114221452184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7067722114221452184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7067722114221452184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6479476423083657059</id><published>2009-04-14T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:18:40.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish and Unlucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useless Randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Believe it or not, I just got conned&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure but here’s what happened&lt;br /&gt;(Despite having exams next week, I can still blog, imagine how badly I need to tell you this)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;After class, Aimi decided to bring me out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy because dinner is like a dilemma, I don’t know what to eat every night (plus you know how much I hate cooking)&lt;br /&gt;So after going into Bangsar Village I, AND also paying for the parking even though we just walked for like less than hour to find food&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t find any food&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to head to Bangsar Village II area to see what it has to offer&lt;br /&gt;We passed by a German restaurant with real Germans speaking German, I could tell Aimi really wanted to go since she misses Germany so much&lt;br /&gt;She was like “they’re speaking German!” when she passed by the tourists in the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;But then, it’s non-halal so we went to this mamak (like Makbul) and I SAW SOTONG!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1966" title="dsc05355" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dsc05355.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05355" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was so happy so I asked how much is it&lt;br /&gt;The fella happily told me “dua puluh lapan ringgit” (RM 28)&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was just joking&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, a sotong like this costs RM 28?&lt;br /&gt;You know how those uncles and ah neh always tell you the price 10 times or 100 times more than it actually is?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was thinking of that&lt;br /&gt;So I asked, “you mean two eighty?”&lt;br /&gt;He said “ya”&lt;br /&gt;I was like whoa cool sure okay “one please!”&lt;br /&gt;I was so so so happy because I had not been eating sotong since shooting the short film in Subang last month!&lt;br /&gt;Plus it’s so huge for something less than RM 4!&lt;br /&gt;The guy gave me white rice with kuah ikan (my fav!) and asked me to take a seat and wait for my sotong because they have to cut and fry it again&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, “whoa good service”&lt;br /&gt;Then I ate my rice while waiting for my sotong while Aimi finally got her kuey tiao goreng and teh tarik which she’s been craving since 3pm&lt;br /&gt;The guy who writes the bill came and gave me the bill&lt;br /&gt;RM 28!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For just the sotong!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd&lt;br /&gt;Aimi was shocked too because, like me, she thought the guy was joking when he said RM 28&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what reaction I gave the fella but Aimi keeps saying it’s funny&lt;br /&gt;In my head, I was just thinking, “omgomgomgomgomgggggggggggggggggggg”&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy who cut my sotong came over and said he told me it’s RM 28 when I asked&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to tell him back but I really didn’t want the sotong at all!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah he didn’t do anything wrong; he didn’t lie to me; he really just didn’t do anything wrong!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DIDN’T WANT THE STUPID SOTONG, AT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the guy who gave me the bill to issue me a new bill&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I thought he would stop the re-frying of the sotong&lt;br /&gt;But then, the stupid sotong came&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1968" title="dsc05353" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dsc05353.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05353" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I looked at my new bill&lt;br /&gt;RM 25 -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dsc05354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1967" title="dsc05354" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dsc05354.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05354" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; close to committing suicide&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pssst… the mamak place’s address is right there at the bill, click on picture to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if you want to boycott that darn stupid place &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway Aimi decided to share the sotong with me&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway Novo is in Bangsar Village II!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1969" title="dsc05356" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/dsc05356.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05356" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6479476423083657059?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6479476423083657059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6479476423083657059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6479476423083657059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6479476423083657059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/04/believe-it-or-not-i-just-got-conned-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-667148849793641758</id><published>2009-04-06T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:46:18.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last weekend my dad and I went down to JB for Cheng Meng and also for my grandfather’s death anniversary&lt;br /&gt;After spending a few days in JB, we went down to Singapore to visit my late aunt’s grave for the first time since the tomb completed days/weeks ago&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While waiting for the other cousins to reach Singapore from JB, my cousin Stephanie gave me this crazily expensive ice cream they bought&lt;br /&gt;SGD 2 something!!&lt;br /&gt;And they say it’s very worth the money because it’s like, buy 2 free 1 =|&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1873" title="p3280008" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280008.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280008" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Crazily yummy too!&lt;br /&gt;(I have stubby fingers! hahaha)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1874" title="p3280009" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280009.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280009" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It says made in Germany (Yi En, you know what to do!!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1875" title="p3280014" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280014.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280014" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we went IMM (and had the above ice cream, super yummy) after visiting my beloved aunt’s grave at Choa Chu Kang&lt;br /&gt;We all still miss her a lot&lt;br /&gt;And the grave is very nice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we went Vivocity, tortured my feet with Yvonne’s gladiator heels (because we exchanged, I won’t wu-liao-ly wear a pair of heels to go shopping =p) (oh we were in Vivo during Earth Hour), Anson asked for a cheese cake because he had this sudden urge to eat one&lt;br /&gt;Some of them went to Bakerzin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1885" title="p3280017" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280017.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280017" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To get this cheese cake&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1884" title="p3280016" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280016.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280016" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looks like a giant Oreo, don’t you think?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the other half of us went to a petrol kiosk nearby to buy Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne chose this, with both eyes closed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1879" title="p3280023" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280023.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280023" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn’t know which to choose, I simply took Cake Batter&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1876" title="p3280020" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280020.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280020" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stephanie looked like me and went, “are you sure about this one?”&lt;br /&gt;I was like, “uhhh I dunno… looks alright, is it good? have you tried this?”&lt;br /&gt;She was like, “yeah it’s not that bad, but if you want it, then okay bah”&lt;br /&gt;I said, “but if not nice how?”&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and said, “then they surely blame you lor”&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, not nice one =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1877" title="p3280021" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280021.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="p3280021" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yvonne booing the lousy ice cream&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1878" title="p3280022" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280022.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="p3280022" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Boo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1886" title="p3280019" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280019.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280019" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just being random =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1880" title="p3280024" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3280024.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3280024" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The chicken rice we bought from the place we got our three flavours ice cream from&lt;br /&gt;The place is called “Pepper Lunch”&lt;br /&gt;If you walk pass that shop, you definitely would turn and look inside the shop because the place smells really good&lt;br /&gt;But their food are superly duperly overly priced&lt;br /&gt;That chicken rice is like SGD 10.60!!&lt;br /&gt;Not like inside got a lot of chicken meat anyway!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh while we were in IMM, we went to this shoe shop called “Mondo”&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Adeline said it’s a very popular shop among local celebrities because the shoes are cheap and comfortable (I don’t think there’s such thing as comfortable heels, actually)&lt;br /&gt;When we reached that shop, it’s like, heaven!&lt;br /&gt;Because they were having some sales&lt;br /&gt;SGD 9.90 PER PAIR!!! (well, some lar)&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not like Malaysia’s sales&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, let’s say I see something I like and it’s on sale, for sure don’t have one with my size, because it’s normally sold out&lt;br /&gt;But in Mondo, even the SGD 9.90 ones, got my size!&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to buy a pair for presentation since my kaki semakin besar day after day so none of the old ones can fit already!&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck between something like this (without the slight platform)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone" src="http://www.shoebuy.com/pi/pleas/pleas241341_135700_lg.jpg" alt="" width="235" height="213" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1882" title="p3300033" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3300033.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3300033" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had to choose the latter because the first one, one of it is a display set so it’s kinda loose already&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the first one much more though =(&lt;br /&gt;How bout you guys?&lt;br /&gt;But then, of course, I have no complains because it’s so so cheap!&lt;br /&gt;Here the proof&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(You can even click to enlarge!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3300035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1883" title="p3300035" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3300035.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="p3300035" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope to see you again soon too!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember I told you about Yvonne’s gladiator heels I wore in Vivo?&lt;br /&gt;Well, she got it for SGD 19.90&lt;br /&gt;Quite cheap too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you (guys) don’t know what on earth is gladiator heels, it looks something like this below&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1897" title="gladiator" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/gladiator.jpg?w=224&amp;amp;h=224" alt="gladiator" width="224" height="224" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The funny thing is that, she wears her flip flops so often, grandma and her mom constantly complain to Adeline and Stephanie about it&lt;br /&gt;They hid her flip flops in IMM while she was trying on the gladiator heels she wanted&lt;br /&gt;(Thank God no one complains to them about my flip flops!)&lt;br /&gt;So she had to wear the heels the entire day&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, being the nice cousin (haha!!), I took it from her and  tortured myself instead&lt;br /&gt;Actually no lar, I’m not that nice&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see how long I can last only =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But then Adeline paid for both our shoes&lt;br /&gt;I paid the cashier at first, but then she stuffed 10 bucks back to me in the end&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway Chia Yeow, here’s your request&lt;br /&gt;Hair &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt; the haircut =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1892" title="p32900301" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p32900301.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="p32900301" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was so excited with the shoes I bought, I cam-whored with it, Paris Hilton style hahahah (my sister is definitely not photographer material)&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the face is so ugly, definitely 见不得光&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1881" title="p3290031" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/p3290031.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="p3290031" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There’s more hair actually, I threw away some, then only I thought of taking a picture =p&lt;br /&gt;I snipped more or less like four times in total&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this is &lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;见不得光 also =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1893" title="n528335081_6432859_1732501-copy" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/n528335081_6432859_1732501-copy.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="n528335081_6432859_1732501-copy" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Whadayathink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-667148849793641758?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/667148849793641758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=667148849793641758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/667148849793641758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/667148849793641758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-weekend-my-dad-and-i-went-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-5329590167629978852</id><published>2009-03-09T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:48:48.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance Dance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jason Mraz oh Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;How you drive girls crazy&lt;br /&gt;And in case you think I went, well, no I did not &lt;p&gt;So here’s what happened&lt;br /&gt;Hitz was giving away Jason Mraz tickets&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I wanna doing something interesting&lt;br /&gt;Plus it would be my first real real outing since moving to KL to study&lt;br /&gt;So I tried calling while I was back in Malacca last few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;I called during Moots’ time slot and well I got through through the house phone&lt;br /&gt;He asked why I want the tickets so badly, I said I wanna give my mom a break and bring her to the concert, plus she’s a fan&lt;br /&gt;It’s obviously a lie which I came up with at the last minute because that was the only answer I could think of at that time&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s a lie because my mom is not the kind who would want to travel all the way to KL just to watch a concert Unless it’s Bae Yong Joon or Kwon Sang Woo, then maybe that’s another matter (oh wait, she did, for Engelbert Humperdinck, with my dad)&lt;br /&gt;Oh but she really is a fan of Jason Mraz’s songs though&lt;br /&gt;So Moots said he would call my mother and ask her to sing a sentence or two of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours”&lt;br /&gt;He called and called like three times but my mom did not pick up&lt;br /&gt;I was getting worried so I took my dad’s phone, which was right beside me&lt;br /&gt;Dialed my mom’s other number and asked Moots to hold on and ran down the stairs and asked my dad to ask my mom to pick up her other phone&lt;br /&gt;So…&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, SHE DID&lt;br /&gt;Then Moots asked my mom to sing “I’m Yours”&lt;br /&gt;But my mom was like, “oh my goodness I dunno the lyrics! I don’t know how to sing! I only know how to hum a bit and that’s all! Don’t ask me to sing!!”&lt;br /&gt;Moots was like, “but you have to!”&lt;br /&gt;The my mom’s like, “okay, hold on I get my iPod then I sing along with the iPod”&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately she managed to find Jason Mraz’s folder in a jiffy&lt;br /&gt;Then Moots was like, “okay… start NOW!”&lt;br /&gt;But my mom’s goldfish memory was somehow really geng that day&lt;br /&gt;She went like, “errr which song again? The Remedy I Won’t Worry or Lucky or Did You Get My Message or I’m Yours?”&lt;br /&gt;Moots repeated, “I’m Yours”&lt;br /&gt;Seriously sometimes it must be so frustrating to talk to my mom, she keeps forgetting things (reminds you of someone you guys know huh?)&lt;br /&gt;And she was like, “wait wait… haven’t start, only got music wait arr”&lt;br /&gt;Then I suppose Moots got pretty fed up&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha he was like “okay okay I think your mom is really a fan, so CONGRATULATIONS SANDRA YOU JUST WON YOURSELF TWO TICKETS TO CATCH JASON MRAZ LIVE IN STADIUM NEGARA ON THE FOURTH OF MARCH!!!”&lt;br /&gt;Then he put me off air and went like, “hold on yeah”&lt;br /&gt;I waited for like 2 minutes and then the line went dead, I was like, oh no!&lt;br /&gt;But then later I remembered that I gave him my mom’s number so I suppose he would call my mom again and ask for my number and details&lt;br /&gt;He did and she gave him most of my details, but, she forgot my IC number&lt;br /&gt;I can’t blame her about that though&lt;br /&gt;So then Moots called me like 10 minutes later to ask for my IC number, that 10 minutes seemed like infinity to me seriously&lt;br /&gt;Then a while later, my mom called me and asked me whether I Gotcha-ed her or not&lt;br /&gt;I was like “oh my gosh no lar mommy!!”&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes I kinda guess why am I such a paranoid person, it’s aaaaalllll in the genes!&lt;br /&gt;So I explained to her what actually happened and she was like, “ooooohhhh”&lt;br /&gt;Yep that’s how I won the tickets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I thought the first person I HAD GOT TO bring to the concert was Judy&lt;br /&gt;I told her after winning the tickets and she was so so over the moon&lt;br /&gt;But then a while later she told me she got tests on that day and the next day&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed&lt;br /&gt;So she said I can bring Joel, her brother&lt;br /&gt;I was like, “alright, that’s fine too”&lt;br /&gt;Plus I owe their family so much already&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with them whenever I get sick while in KL&lt;br /&gt;I did not stay with my uncle when I was sick because no one’s ever home so it would be pretty dangerous, in case I faint or something&lt;br /&gt;Fainting is probably my parents’ worst fear, although throughout my almost 21 years of living life, I had only fainted once, I think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then few days/weeks (I forgot) later, Hitz people called me and asked me to go to their office in Bukit Jalil to pick up the tickets, on Monday&lt;br /&gt;Sigh of all days&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to pass up my assignment on that day and I did not do that particular assignment&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to finish it up anyway lar, in time some more hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Nelson though =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Aimi, my friend, told me she’s gonna buy the tickets to go see Jason Mraz on the concert day itself&lt;br /&gt;I told Aimi that I won it and that I would have to go Bukit Jalil to pick it up but I did not know hot to go there so she willingly volunteered to drive me ALL THE WAY to Bukit Jalil since she said she wanted to go visit her friends at IMU anyway&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, oh well, why not right!&lt;br /&gt;But then we kinda planned wrongly lar, especially the time factor&lt;br /&gt;Plus we ended up taking a longer route to Bukit Jalil (we took the Subang way, instead of the Puchong way)&lt;br /&gt;Since she drove, I felt so extremely terrible that she had to come out with the petrol so I paid for all the toll charges (tsk I hate those tolls)&lt;br /&gt;After Bukit Jalil , we rushed back to uni and we were late for class -.-&lt;br /&gt;And she did not get to visit her friends in IMU&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then roughly a day later, Joel and I were discussing on how we gonna travel to the stadium and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Halfway he asked me when we have to go collect the tickets so I said I picked up already and that my friend Aimi drove me to Bukit Jalil to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;He was like, “whoa I don’t feel like going now leh, let your friend go lar”&lt;br /&gt;I was like “okay, if you’re sure about it then I’ll ask her”&lt;br /&gt;So I told Joel about Christine, and that she so wanted to go for the concert also&lt;br /&gt;That genius cousin of mine, he suggested that Christine and Aimi pay RM44 each to buy another ticket so we three could go together&lt;br /&gt;So I called them and I suggested this to both of them&lt;br /&gt;They were both estatic about it and totally agreed to it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Later, Aimi told me she has to get another ticket for her friend Ili who studies in Sungai Petani and that she’s interested in going for the concert too&lt;br /&gt;So that meant four of us would be going for the concert&lt;br /&gt;On the concert day itself, Aimi picked Christine up from her house and went hunting for tickets at One Utama – sold out; Mid Valley – sold out too&lt;br /&gt;They decided to go to the stadium itself to buy the tickets&lt;br /&gt;Then they picked me up from uni, and then decided to pick Ili up from Duta Bus Station (which I did not know exist til that day)&lt;br /&gt;It took us like, one and a half hour to find that bus station&lt;br /&gt;Chrstine called her godbrother and father while Aimi called Hui Hui, her friend, her navigator, and practically a life-saver, to ask for directions&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the back, like a useless idiot&lt;br /&gt;Because I had no one to call to ask for directions&lt;br /&gt;We passed by our uni like three times when the station is supposedly near to our uni&lt;br /&gt;So after picking up Ili, it’s already dark&lt;br /&gt;(I asked her whether Sungai Petani got a lot of petanis or sawahs or not haha)&lt;br /&gt;And we reached the stadium at 7.45pm, I think&lt;br /&gt;Aimi and Ili waited in the car while Christine and I went down to the stadium to see if there are any tickets left available for sale&lt;br /&gt;When we got down, there were already people queuing up to buy tickets&lt;br /&gt;While waiting Christine bought me a chocolate ice cream, thank you Crispy =)&lt;br /&gt;And we saw a few local celebrities&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1789" title="dh" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/dh.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=177" alt="dh" width="300" height="177" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Douglas Lim and Harith Iskander&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And also, my favourite, Sarina Sundara Rajah!! (extreme left)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1790" title="rg" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/rg.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=188" alt="rg" width="300" height="188" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1793" title="rg3" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/rg3.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=418" alt="rg3" width="300" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1794" title="rg4" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/rg4.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=237" alt="rg4" width="300" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh my goodness I was this close to ask her to take a picture with me (but then very shy lar because so many people were looking at Douglas Lim and Harith Iskander and she was standing next to them, plus not like I really wanna take picture with the two guys anyway so imagine if I ask a not so “recognizable” celebrity to take a picture with me while I ignore the other more famous one, not very nice right)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So then we found out that there weren’t any left, except the RM 200 plus one&lt;br /&gt;Of course that’s way beyond our budget&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to give my ticket to Aimi since she went through so much trouble for me and for others&lt;br /&gt;Then I called her and told her I don’t wanna go and that she can have my ticket&lt;br /&gt;She screamed, “OH MY GOD ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT TO GO??? BUT YOU WON THE TICKETS!! ARE SURE OR NOT?? ARE YOU SURE???AAAAAAHHHH!!!”&lt;br /&gt;I snapped at her jokingly and shouted back, “YOU BETTER COME NOW AND DON’T WASTE MY CREDIT ARR!!!”&lt;br /&gt;The people around looked at me&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty embarrassed by then so I walked out of the stadium area and went into the car&lt;br /&gt;Aimi was like, “are you serious??”&lt;br /&gt;I went cooly, “yes”&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew Ili hugged me and said something I don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Aimi rushed down the car after giving me a hug too&lt;br /&gt;She probably said something which I don’t remember either&lt;br /&gt;Then Ili and I discussed where to go&lt;br /&gt;(Thank God she knows how to drive an auto car!! I still dunno hahah)&lt;br /&gt;And we decided to go Times Square, I think&lt;br /&gt;But then we ended up in Sungei Wang&lt;br /&gt;And we were like arguing where to park because I saw a RM 4/entry one but then she wanted a RM 3 one&lt;br /&gt;Actually she thought wrongly hahah because like, it’s RM 3 for the first hour and another RM 3 for the next hour ^%$&amp;amp;#@!*&lt;br /&gt;But by the time we both realise that, we already entered the RM 3 one already&lt;br /&gt;So we went down and decided to have dinner&lt;br /&gt;But then&lt;br /&gt;I saw FOS got buy one free one promotion (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I ran inside and spent God knows how long while Ili just talked over the phone =( sorry Ili&lt;br /&gt;She did not seem to be much of a shoppaholic though (omg, am I one now??)&lt;br /&gt;So after trying close to 15 pieces of clothings, I decided to buy only 4 pieces&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I ever went on a shopping rampage like this before&lt;br /&gt;And I did not count how much cash I had with me but went to the cashier anyway because they were closing for the day already&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha so embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;The cashier scanned all the items and… in total, RM 54 *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;But to think about it, RM 54 for 4 pieces of clothings is pretty cheap =)&lt;br /&gt;Then I korek my pocket, I had RM 54, just nice!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I was so happy but then no money left after that&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I brought my ATM cards with me and went to take out some money to buy dinner&lt;br /&gt;I ta-pao-ed KFC’s cheesy wedges (yumm yumm) while Ili bought something from McD’s while the duo did not want any food&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from Aimi that the concert’s over and that we go pick them up, the timing was just right actually&lt;br /&gt;But then we got kinda lost while trying to find a U-turn&lt;br /&gt;There was no U-turn so we kept waiting for a U-turn sign&lt;br /&gt;We passed by so many shopping centres!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Pavilion for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And the only word I can describe that place is – shiny&lt;br /&gt;And some other shopping centres lar but I don’t remember much (I guess Pavilion was too shiny I forgot everything else)&lt;br /&gt;But I remember that I saw an ang moh guy driving next to us and he’s sooooooo handsome but Ili disagrees though&lt;br /&gt;I think it took us more than an hour to find our way back to the stadium to pick the duo up&lt;br /&gt;And later, we got lost again&lt;br /&gt;But it was pretty fun in the car =)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every single minute of it although I was dead tired&lt;br /&gt;But the worst thing was that Christine and I did not do our assignment and it’s due the next day =(&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we did not pass it up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do with my eyes half closed but it was too torturing so I went to sleep lar in the end hehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day I went to college, without my supposedly done assignment in hand =(&lt;br /&gt;While Christine was saying how awesome the concert was&lt;br /&gt;Nelson told us, he had a RM 200 something ticket from a friend who decided not to go last minute  and a few friends asked for it&lt;br /&gt;He did not know who to give so he kept it himself, AND DID NOT GO&lt;br /&gt;That, is why we are not on talking terms with him, for one week, I told him&lt;br /&gt;Tsk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;p/s Guys, please don’t let my parents know I didn’t do my assignment. They might just slaughter me and you can never see me walking on earth ever again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;p/p/s If you guys are interested in reading about the concert, here are what &lt;a href="http://chrystie.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-mr-z.html"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://myvoice-wanaimi.blogspot.com/2009/03/jason-mraz-live-in-malaysia.html"&gt;Aimi&lt;/a&gt; have got to say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-5329590167629978852?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5329590167629978852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=5329590167629978852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5329590167629978852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5329590167629978852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/03/jason-mraz-oh-jason-mraz-how-you-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6561456938757632976</id><published>2009-02-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:07:26.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish and Unlucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So many things to say, so little time!&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are piling up like mad these days and most of them due next week, I think&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I like to bluff myself that the assignments are due soon so I could do earlier, but in the end, it’s all about cheating your own miserable self and everything is always done last minute so it’s kinda pointless anyway!&lt;br /&gt;So updates updates!&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went over to Johor Bahru with my dad for the Chingay festival&lt;br /&gt;Many of you are probably wondering what on earth is Chingay&lt;br /&gt;I totally suck at explaining things, so basically, there’s a lot of tong tong chiangs involved and it’s pretty fun if you’re with the right crowd and also if you love walking 6km or 8km&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I hate hate hate walking&lt;br /&gt;But well, I went with my favourite cousin &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;  so it was very fun&lt;br /&gt;Both our dad (are brothers) walked together while both of us walked with our own pace, which was pretty slow compared to two 50 year old-ish’s standard&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh fun times&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of both our dads crossing the same road like five times just to find some kite owner whose kite was flying high up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1663" title="pa" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/pa.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="pa" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1672" title="dsc05174" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05174.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05174" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1673" title="dsc05175" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05175.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05175" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the stupid thing was that we both crossed the road as many times as they did and people were looking at us!&lt;br /&gt;We were like zigzagging for 10 minutes or something on the same stretch of road&lt;br /&gt;But here’s one with Yvonne’s dad smiling happily with his mandarin orange when the lion dance’s lion threw it towards our direction and he got it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1668" title="dads" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dads.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dads" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Judging by this picture and our dads’ smiles, I think Yvonne looks a lot like her dad and I do look a lot like my dad too, regardless of how people say we look 100% like our moms)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway I did not take many pictures&lt;br /&gt;Most of them with Yvonne so yeah, have to wait for her lar&lt;br /&gt;If wait until cannot tahan then I might just forget about it&lt;br /&gt;No one cares anyway!&lt;br /&gt;And then, I kept missing Ren Han for probably the third or second year now&lt;br /&gt;We kept trying to meet up or something but something always come up and… oh you know&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I told him we would go his house to pick him up if Yvonne’s brother, Anson’s going along&lt;br /&gt;But last minute I found out Anson decided to play golf with another cousin instead&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to tell Ren Han&lt;br /&gt;So he waited for me to call him, but I forgot&lt;br /&gt;And he did not have any of our numbers (as in like, Yvonne’s and mine)&lt;br /&gt;So he went there by himself but we did not get to meet him because we totally forgot about him!&lt;br /&gt;Aaah I am such a terrible friend&lt;br /&gt;Then after the Chingay festival, my dad and his two brothers brought me along for the kite festival&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1666" title="kites1" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/kites1.jpg?w=226&amp;amp;h=300" alt="kites1" width="226" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1667" title="morekites" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/morekites.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="morekites" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1675" title="dsc05178" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05178.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05178" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1676" title="dsc05179" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05179.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05179" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I accidentally kicked on one of those, kena screamed at man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1677" title="dsc05180" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05180.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05180" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1678" title="dsc05183" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05183.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05183" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1679" title="dsc05184" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05184.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05184" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1680" title="dsc05191" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05191.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05191" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I like the yellow one because of the dangl-y thingie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1681" title="dsc05192" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05192.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05192" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1682" title="dsc05193" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05193.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05193" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1683" title="dsc05194" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05194.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05194" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1684" title="dsc05195" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05195.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05195" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;France’s entry!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1685" title="dsc05196" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05196.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05196" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1686" title="dsc05198" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05198.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05198" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is my favourite because it’s so colourful&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1687" title="dsc05199" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05199.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05199" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1688" title="dsc05200" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05200.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05200" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1689" title="dsc05202" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05202.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05202" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So cool right?&lt;br /&gt;From Malaysia one leh, what a surprise&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was like my third time there (it’s an annual thing by the way)&lt;br /&gt;You see, our dads LOVE kites&lt;br /&gt;My dad’s super pro at making his own&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he is making his own these days after retirement (yeah shocking, my dad’s retired! I know he looks so young right! Many thought he’s just kidding when he said he’s retired)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whenever I get back to Malacca, I “help” him design some kites&lt;br /&gt;I think I am very much like my dad in terms of having A LOT of patience while doing things that we like&lt;br /&gt;He seriously measures the strings like how I measure the gift wrappers while wrapping gifts (well I used to do that, but then I realized people just tear the wrappers away and don’t really care whether you wrapped it nicely or not)&lt;br /&gt;And plus I was the only one with the interest to help him with the designing&lt;br /&gt;Both my sisters just ignore him and do their own stuff while my mom cooks&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;After the kite festival, I decided to skip the entire week of classes&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I know, I am indeed a bad bad student but I really miss Malacca&lt;br /&gt;It’s like my life is there&lt;br /&gt;In KL, I have no life&lt;br /&gt;KL friends can be counted with all my fingers and toes =(&lt;br /&gt;Oh and right, on Sunday my mom asked me to cook porridge, so I did&lt;br /&gt;As I was stirring the porridge in the pot&lt;br /&gt;Some porridge spew out as it was bubbling&lt;br /&gt;Kena my arm oh my goodness so painful!&lt;br /&gt;I did not take a picture right after&lt;br /&gt;But I took a picture after my mom asked me to cut out some aloe vera from the garden&lt;br /&gt;So after applying on my arm, I used sellotape to stick it to my arm&lt;br /&gt;Laura helped me to stick it, but my mom said “I can’t believe I have two dumbos as my daughters”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1690" title="dsc05206" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05206.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05206" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now you know why my mom called us dumbos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1691" title="dsc05209" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05209.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05209" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So ugly man I tell you&lt;br /&gt;And painful too!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, one of those days when I was in Malacca I decided to pass my Desperate Housewives season 5 episodes to Chia Yeow since she’s leaving for Australia soon&lt;br /&gt;So I went over to her house and she told me some of her problems&lt;br /&gt;Of all the friends I have, she’s the one with the craziest problems&lt;br /&gt;Then she told me she’s going Tioman with my close friend of like, 16 years (opps… probably 17!) and she asked me to tag along&lt;br /&gt;But it’s on Monday til Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I cannot afford to skip anymore or else Zan’s gonna kill me in God knows what way (oh by the way, I managed to pass up my assignment together with another girl on Monday!)&lt;br /&gt;(He probably read THAT blog post, and is probably reading it, right about… now)&lt;br /&gt;(I am so not kidding, our lecturer reads our blogs!)&lt;br /&gt;Chia Yeow tried persuading me, saying like she’s leaving soon and we won’t be able to spend time together anymore til she comes back in June and tempted me with all sort of things lar&lt;br /&gt;But I had to say no because my parents won’t let me skip anymore&lt;br /&gt;She even asked me to bluff them!&lt;br /&gt;But it’s very hard to bluff my parents&lt;br /&gt;They can see through everything I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;So I kuai kuai went back to KL =(&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday night, I thought about Ai Fang and Chia Yeow&lt;br /&gt;So I texted Chia Yeow and told them to be careful and enjoy themselves&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds, Chia Yeow called me&lt;br /&gt;And told me this (which, a day later, Ai Fang emailed to those close to her. I lazy to type so I am just gonna paste everything here lah)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“hey people, u not gonna believe this !!&lt;br /&gt;i recently juz came bac from tioman with chia yeow and actually we were supposed to stay for one more day but we returned early . something happened on the first day we reached tioman . we went snorkelling in the afternoon and we left our phones behind in our room and we really didnt expect something liike this to happen . we received a call from liang yi that our parents have been blackmailed and my parent had already paid them 30k . i was still showering and cyeow was like shouting at the top of her lungs and i was so shocked when i  heard that and seriously i could hardly stand . OMG …. i was wondering how on earth this thing can happened to me and cyeow..wtf ….but cyeow remained calm and i just went blank . i quickly called my parents and told them i m safe and the first thing i heard from my parent was that we got cheated !! wtf…..they said the man threatened them if they dont bank in the money immediately , they would rape me and kill me.and actually they wanted 200 k from my parents but my parents said they dont know how to do online transactions so they would only cash in the money . and since they didnt have much cash with them so they bank in 30 k only . but fortunately the police  able to block the transaction on time  but we still , have to wait for 3 months to get back the money . but thank god ,me and my parents are safe . I m really scared that night that i could hardly sleep and cyeow was sleeping so soundly. so the whole nigt i was thinking what if i really get kidnapped in melaka and things like that . i tell you i really feel like dying man at that moment . i cant imagine that i might not have the chance of not seeing all of u again . i was really scared but i know i can conquer it coz i will not be easily defeated . so guys, some quick reminders…..&lt;br /&gt;1. make sure ur parents know where u are and that they can contact u anytime .&lt;br /&gt;2. nvr leave ur cell phone behind .&lt;br /&gt;3.stay calm and call ur parents immediately if something like this really happen to u .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys i love yall so much and i really cannot imagine not seeing yall again .so i will really cherish every single momont with all of u!! after all whats teh worse that can happen to me now . take care ppl !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ai fang”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So you see, it was like 11pm at night when Chia Yeow told me all that&lt;br /&gt;I was trying my best to keep my oh my Gods down but I don’t think it was any use as the next day my uncle asked whether I am okay or not&lt;br /&gt;And that night, I stayed awake for 2 hours as I could not sleep, and kept thinking about what would happen if my friend really got kidnapped =(&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we grew up together since four years old!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the same primary school, the same high school!&lt;br /&gt;Okay so next up,&lt;br /&gt;I DONATED BLODD FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a really big deal for me&lt;br /&gt;I had been wanting to donate blood since, I don’t remember when&lt;br /&gt;Probably when I found out there’s such thing as donating blood&lt;br /&gt;But I was underage, underweight, and under a lot of things lah&lt;br /&gt;Basically I did not fulfill the criteria&lt;br /&gt;Then last August, I think&lt;br /&gt;Reshma and I decided to donate but then we had 4 hours sleep, while the minimum requirement’s like, 5?&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had to rush our assignment the night before mah&lt;br /&gt;That’s why&lt;br /&gt;Then early September, my beloved aunt got admitted into the ICU in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I saw pints and pints of blood were given to her&lt;br /&gt;But she was bleeding too&lt;br /&gt;It was like, in, then out, in then out again&lt;br /&gt;It was painful to watch&lt;br /&gt;I remember myself staring at the units of blood&lt;br /&gt;I lost count how many pints she received&lt;br /&gt;But I wondered who were the generous people&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could thank them personally&lt;br /&gt;Although it did not save her life, I am still thankful that the countless pints of B type blood helped prolonged her life for a few precious days&lt;br /&gt;So I thought since I have O+ blood type, I can save even more people (that doesn’t mean you can make friends with me just for this particular reason! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;But the problem’s that I am terribly afraid of needles&lt;br /&gt;It scares the living soul out of me&lt;br /&gt;For real!&lt;br /&gt;While I was looking around&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jacqueline donating, one of the first few to do so actually&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1692" title="dsc05210" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05210.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05210" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hahaha the fella looks happy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1693" title="dsc05211" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05211.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05211" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1694" title="dsc05212" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05212.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05212" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I almost fainted when I saw this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1695" title="dsc05213" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05213.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="dsc05213" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1696" title="dsc05214" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05214.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05214" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1697" title="dsc05215" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05215.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05215" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1698" title="dsc05216" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/dsc05216.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="dsc05216" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s not a black tube&lt;br /&gt;It’s BLOOD!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After seeing that, it took me 2 hours to decide&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking and shivering the entire time&lt;br /&gt;With Reshma lying on my right, donating for God knows how many times already, Jeremy standing on my left, filming (that fellaaaaaa) me, Ashreena hovering right above/behind me (oh she zoomed off after hearing about the Fly fm people outside the uni! oh Ashy!) and Nelson next to Ashreena&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t ask for a better bunch of people right by my side&lt;br /&gt;And I know I was being a super drama queen&lt;br /&gt;Crying and laughing and also talking nonsense the whole time&lt;br /&gt;But those people actually put up with me!&lt;br /&gt;When the nurse was inserting the needle, oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;And I was talking to Reshma the whole time about some stupid thumb drive thing which didn’t even make much sense&lt;br /&gt;But she went along with my gibberish anyway!&lt;br /&gt;What a friend!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they said my blood flowed out pretty quick&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy even has a video of it!&lt;br /&gt;I think he’s gonna use it to blackmail me somehow&lt;br /&gt;Because I was crying and laughing like super awfully&lt;br /&gt;So after they took away my blood (MY BLOOD’S RED MAN! I used to think like I am some sort of an alien and my blood’s probably blue. don’t ask me, of all colours, why blue. I am afraid I cannot answer you. to me, it’s always been blue )&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought I am not healthy enough to donate anything, especially blood&lt;br /&gt;I have this intention of donating organs but I am terribly afraid I might be unfit to do so since I don’t eat healthy&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, the people are probably gonna take out all my organs, only to find them all spoilt or something&lt;br /&gt;Then throw them back into my body and let my body burn or something like that&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I am gonna go fill up those forms to donate soon when I have the time&lt;br /&gt;With my mom probably, or Reshma!&lt;br /&gt;But I told her about my intention of donating my organs already lah so if something happens to me then she knows what to do&lt;br /&gt;She told me the same too so haha yah&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in my opinion, I think peeling the plaster out is even more painful than poking the needles into your flesh&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazily painful I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;If you got a lot of bulu, suey lar&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the blood donation, I am so so tired I feel dead like 80% of the time&lt;br /&gt;Even like right now&lt;br /&gt;I get cold like super easily&lt;br /&gt;It’s raininng outside now and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I am shivering like MAD now&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh I want something warm to drink&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even feel my fingers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6561456938757632976?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6561456938757632976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6561456938757632976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6561456938757632976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6561456938757632976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-many-things-to-say-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-5916393383883476387</id><published>2009-01-07T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:25:02.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1491" title="dsc04957" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04957.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04957" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1492" title="dsc04958" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04958.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04958" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spent my Christmas with my family in JB then Singapore then JB&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t exactly Christmas celebration&lt;br /&gt;We attended a wake then funeral&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it wasn’t all fun actually&lt;br /&gt;But in the end what mattered was the company of family members&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1436" title="1joel1" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/1joel1.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=361" alt="1joel1" width="270" height="361" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My cousin Joel doing the badminton dance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1437" title="2xmascake1" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/2xmascake1.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="2xmascake1" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Judy being shy and Yvonne being pretty, as always&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1439" title="4me" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/4me.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="4me" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Told you I rock badminton =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1441" title="6benjerry" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/6benjerry.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="6benjerry" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And we cannot live a day without Ben &amp;amp; Jerry’s in Singapore, courtesy of our really awesome cousins, Stephanie and Adeline&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1440" title="5shyvon" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/5shyvon.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="5shyvon" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh Yvonne is shy out of a sudden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1438" title="3juvon" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/3juvon.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="3juvon" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The super damn friggin’ expensive Christmas cake&lt;br /&gt;SGD 60 I think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1477" title="dsc04999" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04999.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04999" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our loot from Daiso&lt;br /&gt;That’s one of the many other plastic bags =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1478" title="dsc05003" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05003.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05003" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;National Geographic has a shop in Vivocity!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1479" title="dsc05004" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05004.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05004" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1480" title="dsc05006" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05006.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05006" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A fish fossil&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1481" title="dsc05007" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05007.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc05007" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1482" title="dsc05008" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05008.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05008" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1484" title="dsc05010" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05010.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05010" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I took this while half walking half running&lt;br /&gt;Not bad leh the lighting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1485" title="dsc05011" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05011.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05011" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Omg I SO wanted to buy these stuffs okay!&lt;br /&gt;Super cool&lt;br /&gt;And expensive =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1486" title="dsc05012" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05012.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05012" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These are even more expensive&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1487" title="dsc05013" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05013.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05013" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The clouds cantik kan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1488" title="dsc05018" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05018.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05018" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Clementi, people cucuk clothes out like that, which I find uhm… fascinating?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1490" title="dsc05021" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05021.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05021" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Fish &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1442" title="7j" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/7j.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="7j" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Look at how much Judy was eating&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1443" title="8yum" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/8yum.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="8yum" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1444" title="9yum" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/9yum.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="9yum" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1476" title="dsc05024" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05024.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05024" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jamie and Stephanie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1475" title="dsc05023" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc05023.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc05023" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yvonne is unpredictable&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1462" title="91adults" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/91adults.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="91adults" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The adults&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1463" title="93kids" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/93kids.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=271" alt="93kids" width="360" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The not-so-young-anymore kids&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1446" title="92anjo" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/92anjo.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="92anjo" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anson and Joel, wearing almost the same stuffs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ahh that was my Christmas I guess&lt;br /&gt;Should I cut my hair? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-5916393383883476387?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5916393383883476387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=5916393383883476387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5916393383883476387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5916393383883476387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/01/spent-my-christmas-with-my-family-in-jb.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2399617475058284599</id><published>2009-01-04T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:26:05.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Around Christmas time, Stephanie, Yvonne, Judy and I sent our sister/cousin Adeline to Changi Airport at 1am in the morning&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1449" title="dsc04974" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04974.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04974" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I saw their carparks&lt;br /&gt;Very cool okay&lt;br /&gt;Singapore not enough land but they not kiam siap in giving extra space for parking&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie said it’s for people’s trolleys&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1450" title="dsc04977" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04977.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04977" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First thing that caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1451" title="dsc04979" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04979.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04979" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And more chocolates!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1452" title="dsc04981" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04981.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04981" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Their ceiling is very very cool too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1453" title="dsc04982" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04982.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04982" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Look closer =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1460" title="dsc04998" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/dsc04998.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04998" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The funny part is the extra 7 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie said it’s some GST thing or something like that&lt;br /&gt;As in tax&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2399617475058284599?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2399617475058284599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2399617475058284599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2399617475058284599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2399617475058284599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/01/around-christmas-time-stephanie-yvonne.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-1924471949239743903</id><published>2008-12-25T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:28:45.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;This is how bored I have gotten since the holiday break&lt;br /&gt;(But I am enjoying every single minute of it)&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna blog about my friends in HELP =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1297" title="aimi" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/aimi.jpg?w=254&amp;amp;h=360" alt="aimi" width="254" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Aimi&lt;br /&gt;I got to really know her in Sociology class(which I am sure you know by now that I really dislike Sociology, with a high chance of flunking it)&lt;br /&gt;She was my group mate, or rather, group leader for our Sociology assignment, as she did most of the work for everyone&lt;br /&gt;I was so stupid on the day before the due date for the assignment that I left my laptop charger in my aunt’s house so I only managed to copy and paste 3 pages of stuffs and had to send it to her using unstable wireless connection before my laptop goes poof (talk about doing things last minute)&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s a lame reason&lt;br /&gt;But it was worse for Aimi as she continued to finish the assignment til 5am that she overslept and missed the first class of the day&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she went to Deutschland for 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;And she misses that country so much she wants to go back again, and she did a while ago&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1298" title="anna" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/anna.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=254" alt="anna" width="360" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Anna!&lt;br /&gt;MALACCAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Studying Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Got to know her through Mei-Lyn’s blog as Anna Banana hahaha&lt;br /&gt;She is also Jonathan Teo’s girlfriend, apparently&lt;br /&gt;And Jon’s my primary and secondary school friend&lt;br /&gt;So one day, I bumped into her unexpectedly and went “oh my gawd! you’re from Malacca right? Anna right? Mei-Lyn’s friend right? Jonathan Teo’s girlfriend? from MGS?”&lt;br /&gt;And the whole while she was staring at me like I was some really really cuckoo nuts stalker or something&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;But she was kinda cool about it after that&lt;br /&gt;I even told her I am not a stalker for three times in a row&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1299" title="ash" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/ash.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=254" alt="ash" width="360" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ashy Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Her real name is Ashreena&lt;br /&gt;She is actually the oldest among us but then somehow everyone calls her Ashy Baby&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she’s the first friend I got on the day of orientation so yeah&lt;br /&gt;And she was the first to actually let me sit beside her =)&lt;br /&gt;Also, she is the person everyone can really talk to because she offers really mature and good advices&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time, she’s right&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she’s from Johor Bahru!&lt;br /&gt;The most geng-est is that she worked in NST before and she’s so super experienced okay!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1348" title="betsy" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/betsy.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="betsy" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Got to know Betsy from LAN class, through Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;The first time I talked to her was on her birthday&lt;br /&gt;And guess what she got from friends?&lt;br /&gt;A pillow!&lt;br /&gt;Omg so cute right?&lt;br /&gt;Not those soft toy kinda pillow, it’s those not so small, rectangular kind&lt;br /&gt;And it smells like lavender or something&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you but I find that really cute and funny&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1300" title="chan" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/chan.jpg?w=254&amp;amp;h=360" alt="chan" width="254" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We call him Chan but his full name is Chan Hoi CHeong&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he’s a women-hater and ang-moh-hater, we found out&lt;br /&gt;Melissa told us he said that he wishes to destroy every woman on earth and send Andre (an ang moh friend from New Zealand) back to where he came from and rear sheeps&lt;br /&gt;But he’s still one of us&lt;br /&gt;Even if he wants to kill me, aahhh whatever lar&lt;br /&gt;At least he takes care of my bags when I go to the toilet or buy breakfast =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1301" title="chin" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/chin.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=254" alt="chin" width="360" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Shi Yunn&lt;br /&gt;She’s also my Sociology group mate and she’s from Johor Bahru too!&lt;br /&gt;We bonded over kuey tiao kia&lt;br /&gt;And we type in Mandarin on MSN hehehe&lt;br /&gt;So it’s kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;And she’s really blur sometimes&lt;br /&gt;She’s especially funny when she goes like “HAR?? REALLY ARR?? AIYO!!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1302" title="christine" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/christine.jpg?w=254&amp;amp;h=360" alt="christine" width="254" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Christine!!&lt;br /&gt;She is the ultimate fashion stylist!&lt;br /&gt;I am so not kidding&lt;br /&gt;She dresses up really well&lt;br /&gt;And very creative too&lt;br /&gt;The first time we went to FOS, she went into the fitting room with me and I was like “wth?”&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was the sua ku/jakun one because like, I had never been into a fitting room with anyone, except my sisters and mom&lt;br /&gt;She and Melanie were laughing at me like what only…&lt;br /&gt;But yeah she’s really nice to talk to as she talks a lot sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met her was during some briefing thingie or something&lt;br /&gt;She lost her pencil box and asked whether we had seen it or not&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what really happened after that&lt;br /&gt;But while we were choosing our subjects to take for the semester, she joined us and then we formed a wonderfully close-knit group of friends =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, her favourite thing to say is “super champion”&lt;br /&gt;Now almost everyone uses “super champion” too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1303" title="esme" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/esme.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=253" alt="esme" width="360" height="253" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Esmeralda, from MALACCA!!&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture by the way&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you guys know Flavia, then well, when Flavia came to Malaysia, Esme went to Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Exchange student mah!&lt;br /&gt;So right, I kinda gave her a shock too when I first talked to her&lt;br /&gt;I was like “hey you’re Esmeralda right? you went to Brazil and exchanged with Flavia one right?”&lt;br /&gt;She was like, “yeeeeeaaahhh?”&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe I think I am pretty good in giving others the impression that I am some sort of stalker or something&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she could possibly be my housemate if my parents let me stay out of relatives’ houses&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1304" title="esmieanna" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/esmieanna.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="esmieanna" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Esmeralda and Anna&lt;br /&gt;(Malaccans special, extra photo! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1305" title="jia" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/jia.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="jia" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Jia Liang&lt;br /&gt;Aka Mr Emo&lt;br /&gt;Uhh guess that’s about it?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Joking lar!&lt;br /&gt;He said I am very friendly!&lt;br /&gt;Because I was the first person to shake his hand and introduced myself to him&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, it was kinda funny&lt;br /&gt;He is pretty nice about sending us back home or to Bangsar to have lunches occasionally&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1326" title="joanna" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/joanna.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="joanna" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joanna is this really tall and pretty beauty&lt;br /&gt;And she seems to love haircuts a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe =p&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen her wearing a pair of long jeans or anything&lt;br /&gt;She seems to have too many skirts!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1312" title="karina" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/karina.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=255" alt="karina" width="360" height="255" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Karina and she’s from Kalimantan&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I am being mean but her English accent is really really cute!&lt;br /&gt;Always bump into her at all kinds of places&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1313" title="kuds" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/kuds.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=253" alt="kuds" width="360" height="253" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kudzie and Kuda are ADP students&lt;br /&gt;Both sisters but not twins from Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;When Kuda first introduced herself, she was like, “I am not a horse”&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha so funny can!&lt;br /&gt;Kuda is friendlier in some ways but overall they are really sweet people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1314" title="lordy" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/lordy.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=254" alt="lordy" width="360" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got to know Lordson in LAN class&lt;br /&gt;He is Christine’s long time friend and I realised he seems to enjoy taking photos of himself in public toilets while I was going through his Facebook to find a picture for this post&lt;br /&gt;Like Christine, he has his own “phrase” too!&lt;br /&gt;Which is, “awesome possum”&lt;br /&gt;Or however that word is spelled&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1315" title="mae" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/mae.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="mae" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found Mae Sau rushing her design assignment one day in MBE (the place we get free Milo)&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing too&lt;br /&gt;We chatted a bit here and there and later I found out her name is Michelle Wong Mae Sau&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised as her name sounds almost the same as Laura’s&lt;br /&gt;Laura’s name is Wong May Siu Laura (like mine, her English name is at the back too)&lt;br /&gt;While naming Laura, my mom wanted to name her Michelle, my dad wanted Laura&lt;br /&gt;My dad won, again (I was supposed to be a Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;And the creepiest part is that Mae’s Chinese name is “Mei Siu”&lt;br /&gt;Laura’s Chinese name is “Mei Sau”&lt;br /&gt;Less than three days later I bumped into Mae at SS2’s pasar malam, while I was with my sisters&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think she actually looks like my cousin Cheryll Wong, especially the lips part&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1316" title="mel" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/mel.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=254" alt="mel" width="360" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Melanie and her boyfriend, Wan Kit&lt;br /&gt;I cannot possibly post a photo of Melanie without her boyfriend (right Mel? sorry for the birthday post Wan Kit, if you’re reading this!)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;They are inseperable!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;She’s from Johor Bahru and she once stayed over at my house in Malacca before following my family and I to JB the next day&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun but the morning before we left for JB, I overslept til like 11 or 12, she woke up at 8 but dare not wake me up even when she was starving mad!&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over her place in Kelana Jaya on my birthday night as I did not want to go back to my aunt’s house because I did not want them to celebrate my birthday for me (I mean, everyone also got birthday lar! I prefer Christmas as everyone gets to celebrate, right?)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think she is kinda crazy that she is actually studying and working part time at Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she’s always so exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;She will always be a superwoman to me, just like my mom&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I’m just lousy =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1317" title="melissa" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/melissa.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="melissa" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Melissa!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s kinda hard to differentiate when someone calls either Melissa or Melanie “Mel”&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she rather marry her dog, Chester, than Chan&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;They are both like some sort of enemy or something&lt;br /&gt;She’s in my Sociology gang together with Ashy and Patty&lt;br /&gt;So we used to spend 4 hours of free time every Thursday before Sociology class&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much she loves her dog?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am sure Ashreena would appreciate the fact that I am telling you she is as &lt;strong&gt;young&lt;/strong&gt; as Ashy =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1318" title="nel" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/nel.jpg?w=253&amp;amp;h=360" alt="nel" width="253" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nelson How&lt;br /&gt;He has the funniest surname ever and I constantly go like&lt;br /&gt;“Eh Nelson, How?”&lt;br /&gt;He loves Tony Romo&lt;br /&gt;Opps I mean Tony Roma, or something along that line lar&lt;br /&gt;I dah lupa la dei! pa la ko jangan marah saya (he speaks like that to me sometimes when he’s in the mood)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he works in a shisha shop in Sri Hartamas and he never fails to invite us over to the shop whenever there’s some event or whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;But sorry to say that none of us is interested in either shisha or local music lar&lt;br /&gt;Hahah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1319" title="patty" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/patty.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="patty" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patricia!&lt;br /&gt;We call her Patty most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I always get confused between Patty and Melissa&lt;br /&gt;I think they somehow look alike?&lt;br /&gt;And Patricia sounds like a name that kinda suits Melissa and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;That’s just my opinion but they both find it absurd!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she likes to make fun of my “oopsie doodles”, but she calls it “oopsie du du”&lt;br /&gt;Does “doodles” sound like “du du” to you?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah she cracks me up a lot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1328" title="pris" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/pris.jpg?w=255&amp;amp;h=360" alt="pris" width="255" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Priscilla is Christine’s childhood friend and I tell you…&lt;br /&gt;She is soooo pretty and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got to know her through LAN too&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she’s able, she used to give Christine, Melanie and I rides back home or to The Curve or One Utama, depending on where we (especially Christine and Melanie!) wanna go after LAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1329" title="resh" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/resh.jpg?w=254&amp;amp;h=360" alt="resh" width="254" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reshma is the second person I got to know after Ashreena&lt;br /&gt;The first time I tried to take the bus from Uptown, I was very lost, Reshma was behind me all the while as my uncle tried to explain to me how to go to uni by bus (he himself was not too sure about it)&lt;br /&gt;Reshma saw and we got into the bus and we sat together (I did not notice her at all, talk about being blur as usual)&lt;br /&gt;Then as I saw some African students getting down at some bus stop, I wanted to follow them but she stopped me (then only I realised she was sitting beside me)&lt;br /&gt;And told me that it’s not the right stop so I said okay and followed her after that&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she saw the file I was holding and knew what course I’m studying and where I was heading to and coincidentally she’s taking the same course as I am&lt;br /&gt;Through her, I got to know Melanie&lt;br /&gt;And after that, our “gang” grew (probably the gang with the largest amount of “members” in all of our classes)&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she is a strict vegetarian so we kinda feel bad whenever we go for lunches together as she would sometimes just sit with us while we eat =(&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she’s super champion in doing public speaking!&lt;br /&gt;And guess how old is she?&lt;br /&gt;18!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-1924471949239743903?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1924471949239743903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=1924471949239743903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1924471949239743903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1924471949239743903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-how-bored-i-have-gotten-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8205248613570653403</id><published>2008-12-10T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:48:49.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was playing with my mom’s 3 year old nephew (aka my cousin)&lt;br /&gt;And he showed me this book &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1236" title="dsc04719" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04719.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04719" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I flipped inside&lt;br /&gt;And I saw this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1234" title="dsc04717" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04717.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04717" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jamie and Joel are my dad’s niece and nephew (aka my cousins)&lt;br /&gt;Then right below that cute little “Huppy Birthday” was this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1235" title="dsc04718" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04718.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04718" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Esther, Eunice and Enoch are my dad’s sister’s husband’s sister’s kids (aka my cousins’ cousins)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I know it sounds complicated but it’s not actually&lt;br /&gt;So cute right?&lt;br /&gt;A book can be passed around and around like that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1237" title="dsc04888" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04888.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04888" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh one weekend I went back to Malacca and the first thing I requested from my family was to eat Asam Laksa&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Melanie who kept reminding me about it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1238" title="dsc04892" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04892.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04892" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then Laura was in the mood for baking&lt;br /&gt;And so she made this cake&lt;br /&gt;Her main intention was to decorate a cake actually haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then on the way to KL, near Pudu, I saw this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1239" title="dsc04894" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04894.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04894" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kena loan sharks’ red paint&lt;br /&gt;Kesian&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Every time I walk from the bus stop to my aunt’s house, I see these flowers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1240" title="dsc04895" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04895.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04895" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Very nice right?&lt;br /&gt;If I have the chance, I am so gonna plant this type of flower around my house!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh then another weekend, when I reached Melaka Sentral&lt;br /&gt;And I saw like super many policemen around the place&lt;br /&gt;I thought got what&lt;br /&gt;Then as I walked out of the entrance, I saw like these Indonesian women squatting at the entrance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1241" title="dsc04901" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04901.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04901" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And took a picture of it =p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh my birthday “cake” from my beloved sister&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1243" title="dsc04906" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04906.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04906" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Though it is not the nicest “cake”, I so &lt;span style="color: rgb(250, 158, 158);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it as my sister took like 3 or 4 hours making them&lt;br /&gt;Without my help =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she doesn’t need me anyway!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On 28th November, my relatives from KL, JB and Canada came to Malacca&lt;br /&gt;And we brought them to my favourite asam laksa place, again =)&lt;br /&gt;(Judy cannot get enough of the chendol there)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1244" title="dsc04907" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04907.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04907" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1245" title="dsc04908" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04908.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04908" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Judy did not even eat any noodles or anything like that (or even my favourite asam laksa!!)&lt;br /&gt;She took two bowls of chendol and called it a meal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1246" title="dsc04909" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04909.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04909" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that we went to MP and watched these people sing Christmas songs&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that they are from St. Peter’s church because I recognised the music teacher from my Form 6 high school and Natalia told me he’s from St. Peter’s&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot his name&lt;br /&gt;(Bet Natalia remembers his name, her memory power like super geng one)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1247" title="dsc04912" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04912.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04912" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He’s the one in black on the right, he is so plump, you can easily spot him =p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aaaaahhh… and the meal that gave us days and days of diarrhea?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1248" title="dsc04916" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04916.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04916" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Sibaraku&lt;br /&gt;I am so not kidding, that place is probably where we all got our sickness from&lt;br /&gt;The only two who did not get any sickness were Laura and Anson&lt;br /&gt;Because, apparently, they did not eat the mussels&lt;br /&gt;And I did&lt;br /&gt;A LOT of mussels in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1249" title="dsc04917" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04917.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04917" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After Sibaraku we walked over to the jetty and had a karaoke session there&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1250" title="dsc04920" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04920.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04920" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you can’t see, that’s Yvonne from the left, then Laura, Judy and Clara&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1251" title="dsc04921" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04921.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04921" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s Reshma, the youngest among my college friends in KL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ooohh…&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy wedges!&lt;br /&gt;My favourite food in uni &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;these days&lt;/span&gt; during my last few days of my first semester&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1252" title="dsc04922" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04922.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04922" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love  it!&lt;br /&gt;Less than 4 bucks, sooooooooo cheesy (I ask for extra cheese) and the jelakness actually, kinda makes you full!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our favourite hang out place. Mail Boxes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1253" title="dsc04924" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04924.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04924" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They provide me my &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; hourly, unlimited dose of Milo, for free!&lt;br /&gt;But they charge us a lot for printing stuffs though&lt;br /&gt;Like all our design projects&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh speaking of design&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the last project I did&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1254" title="dsc04926" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04926.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04926" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Look at the side!&lt;br /&gt;I love that part&lt;br /&gt;But sadly it doesn’t count lar even if I do “so nice” =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then my JB and Canada relatives went over to KL and I saw this at 1U’s Zara&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s for little girls, but the tutu’s so adorable!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1255" title="dsc04935" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04935.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04935" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and roughly 10metres from where we were, we saw Marion Caunter&lt;br /&gt;She’s probably one of the most poised local celebrity I have seen so far&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hahaha then came the day we got lost between two restaurants&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the story if you’re interested&lt;br /&gt;I find it extremely hilarious&lt;br /&gt;So there were three cars going to Taman Paramount for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow, we &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; young adults, were in the car Joel’s driving&lt;br /&gt;He tried to cut all the traffic jams by taking all the short cuts and passed by many housing estates so we were kinda like the first to reach Taman Paramount&lt;br /&gt;The other two cars, filled with adults (and also not forgetting two kids, Yvonne and Judy), were way behind us&lt;br /&gt;So Joel called Judy and asked which restaurant we’re supposed to go to&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Joel heard “Lucky Restaurant”, so we went round and round the shoplots hunting for a parking spot&lt;br /&gt;Then he decided to drop us at the restaurant while he continues to search for a parking space&lt;br /&gt;Mana tahu, the moment he stopped right in front of the restaurant, the workers there removed a chair which was blocking an empty parking spot (obviously, reserved for customers only)&lt;br /&gt;So we were very happy and Joel parked there and we got out of the car and into the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant lao pan niang asked how many of us so I said 18&lt;br /&gt;Immediately 2 red cloths were laid down on two different tables and we sat down on one and there were waiters putting plates and tablewares and then two plates of peanuts were placed in front of us and we starting munching on peanuts while waiting for the rest to come&lt;br /&gt;Roughly 15 minutes later, no one came so Joel called his mom and she said it’s another restaturant!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my lungs out by then&lt;br /&gt;As the others had trouble conversing with the Cantonese/Mandarin speaking lao pan niang, I told her we came the wrong restaurant&lt;br /&gt;It was so embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;She then charged us 4 bucks for the peanuts and Pamela paid for it&lt;br /&gt;And they grabbed the remaining peanuts and walked out of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked over to the correct restaurant (called Loong Foong Restaurant, which I have no idea how Joel and Judy managed to come up with “Lucky”) and I had this!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1256" title="dsc04936" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04936.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04936" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Octopus!&lt;br /&gt;I finished the entire bowl meant for like 10 people&lt;br /&gt;Yummm!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1257" title="dsc04938" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04938.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04938" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh those two super hairy legs belong to Pamela’s Irish boyfriend, Paddy (I think it’s actually Patty, as his real name is Patrick but then with those Irish accent, any word is possible) and Joel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1258" title="dsc04939" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04939.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04939" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yvonne the sexay laydeh after bath&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that we had erm… Lohs as supper&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1259" title="dsc04940" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04940.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04940" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Strawberry Loh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1260" title="dsc04941" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04941.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04941" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kiwi Loh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1261" title="dsc04942" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04942.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04942" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mango Loh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hehehe according to the menu, these are called Lohs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And there was this thing called “Ham Chin Band”&lt;br /&gt;We asked Patty whether he dare to try the “band” or not&lt;br /&gt;He said no =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1262" title="dsc04943" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04943.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04943" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paddy using chopsticks!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1264" title="dsc04945" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04945.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04945" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and The Curve got Daiso!!&lt;br /&gt;RM 5 for everything&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not open yet when I was there last weekend with my family =(&lt;br /&gt;Omg I so cannot wait for it to open can!?!&lt;br /&gt;The only two things I look forward to go Singapore are&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit my aunt’s grave&lt;br /&gt;2. Go Vivocity’s Daiso!&lt;br /&gt;Now that KL got Daiso, I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Malacca also got one useless Daiso, but their stuffs imported from China one&lt;br /&gt;So lousy&lt;br /&gt;The true Daiso right, their stuffs must be from Japan one okay!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1265" title="dsc04946" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/dsc04946.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04946" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh this is the medicine I have to take to reduce acid in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like Liquid Paper, but taste like, well, medicine loh&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I am having some gastric problems and I keep getting gastric every hour&lt;br /&gt;My dad thinks it’s because I had irregular meals while in KL so everything went upside down (I almost type “my body went upside down)&lt;br /&gt;And when the doctor “listened” to my insides (haha I know it’s not listen lar… she used don’t know what blablascope or something, I am not a science student anymore, so you can’t blame me), she said “whoa bloated stomach huh?”&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;And all this while I thought I always had too much food that’s why my stomach like super huge&lt;br /&gt;And I was actually thinking about eating Zentel (who knows inside got worms right!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Phew!&lt;br /&gt;That’s a long long post eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-8205248613570653403?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8205248613570653403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=8205248613570653403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8205248613570653403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8205248613570653403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-playing-with-my-moms-3-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2200677872466660110</id><published>2008-11-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:53:20.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolish and Unlucky'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh. My. Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;Those three words just kept going on in my head for the past 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I witnessed today?&lt;br /&gt;A crime&lt;br /&gt;Like, fer real man&lt;br /&gt;If you people lazy to read, just read this part okay?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever take a taxi with the number plate HWC 1192 or H *something* 1142, it’s a Proton Iswara red-red kind one&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Didn’t plan to blog about this as I am having loadsa assignments lining up =(&lt;br /&gt;What happened today was, after my uncle picked me up from my aunt’s house, we went to SS17 for some merry go round while waiting for his wife to finish work&lt;br /&gt;As my uncle was about to turn into this playground place, there was a taxi, a red taxi, a moving but not exactly moving taxi, basically it’s moving lar but it’s not going anywhere that kinda moving, blocking the road, like right in the middle kind&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to my mind was that some people having *ahem*, you know what in there lar&lt;br /&gt;But then as I looked closer (as you already know very well, I am super darn kepoh one), it wasn’t what I expected to be&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS SOMEONE HITTING ANOTHER PERSON AT THE BACK SEAT OF THE TAXI!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was like, OMGOMGOMG and my mouth was like hanging wide open&lt;br /&gt;The man (yeah 100% a man) was like *tumbuk* *tumbuk* *tumbuk* *tumbuk* *tumbuk*&lt;br /&gt;Like it’s stuffing a doll’s mouth with his giant fist (okay this is my own imagination)&lt;br /&gt;But judging by the arm, the man sure is huge&lt;br /&gt;Okay for Malacca friends, hmmm… I don’t think there are any guys I know in Malacca who is buff and like, really huge&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Liang Yi? (only my badminton kakis know him)&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than Felix Pang, kinda like Jason Pang (but more mus-kels and probably taller)&lt;br /&gt;For KL friends, he’s like George Zachariah kinda buff&lt;br /&gt;Then when a motorcyclist was about to turn into the narrow street, my uncle winded down the car window and told him someone is hitting another and urged him not to turn in there&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the guy nodded his head and went ahead despite my uncle’s warning&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought the guy wanted to stop the meanie&lt;br /&gt;MANA TAHU!!&lt;br /&gt;He just went straight and ignored the taxi, he didn’t even look inside!!&lt;br /&gt;I was like THIS close to getting down the car to knock on the taxi’s window or something, so that the person would stop doing whatever he was doing&lt;br /&gt;But I knew my uncle would stop me and I don’t ever want to make him angry or worry or anything like that&lt;br /&gt;So my uncle decided to move to the other side of the road&lt;br /&gt;I asked him whether he has any police station numbers or something&lt;br /&gt;He was like, better not campur tangan&lt;br /&gt;I was like, BUT… BUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then another motorcyclist passed by the narrow street&lt;br /&gt;He honked at the taxi!&lt;br /&gt;I was like, YAYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, an Indonesian/Philippino girl was on the road and the taxi driver sped off, just like that&lt;br /&gt;She looked like she just went through something really crazy, she looked lost too&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I saw blood, but maybe it was her shoes, or maybe it was just red shoes, I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept asking my uncle to call the police or something but he said the police won’t help much as they would say things like, “jangan bagi saya kerja” that kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether I did the right thing for letting him go off just like that&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I witnessed a crime and I am still keeping my mouth shut (oh wait, I am telling you this so it’s not exactly keeping my mouth shut right?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the incident, I lagi feel like studying in Malacca&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have to study law =(&lt;br /&gt;Damn scary wei this place&lt;br /&gt;I am still traumatised okay&lt;br /&gt;Like every two minutes I think about it&lt;br /&gt;Few times I even imagined I was the one in the car getting punched like mad&lt;/p&gt; Oh my uncle said it’s probably because they girl didn’t have money to pay him so he punched her&lt;br /&gt;But I am still thinking, where got people because of few dollars, go punch a girl like the girl just killed his entire family like that one?&lt;br /&gt;I know lar, the economy is getting worse day by day or something but, no need like that one mah right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2200677872466660110?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2200677872466660110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2200677872466660110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2200677872466660110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2200677872466660110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8146042738003411875</id><published>2008-11-05T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:59:50.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1194" title="kids" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/kids.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=254" alt="kids" width="360" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yvonne sent me this last night&lt;br /&gt;When we were much much younger&lt;br /&gt;From left: Laura, Judy, Yvonne, Clara and I (I look super retarded man)&lt;br /&gt;The youngest grandchildren of the Wong family, excluding Anson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/ciara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1196" title="ciara" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/ciara.jpg?w=263&amp;amp;h=300" alt="ciara" width="263" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last night Judy and I web cam-ed with Ciarra&lt;br /&gt;She has grown so much since her last visit to Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;And she loves singing 月亮代表我的心, obviously taught by her mother&lt;br /&gt;And also Twinkle Twinkle Little Star&lt;br /&gt;When she sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, she goes like, “Twinkle Twinkle Little *deep breath* STAAARRRRRR!!!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1146" title="dsc04785" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04785.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04785" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Second time having Ramly burger, in my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1177" title="dsc04786" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04786.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04786" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not bad&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to buy another one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1147" title="dsc04793" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04793.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04793" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mom bought this long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;The forth one is the best&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1148" title="dsc04795" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04795.jpg?w=289&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04795" width="289" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can’t wait to go back to Malacca to have more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1149" title="dsc04797" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04797.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04797" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Saw this on the way to my uncle’s house&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1151" title="dsc04799" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04799.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04799" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Very nice right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1153" title="dsc04800" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04800.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04800" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1155" title="dsc04802" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04802.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04802" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The most expensive breakfast ever&lt;br /&gt;RM 2.10 for three miserable slices&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1156" title="dsc04808" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04808.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04808" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ashreena and Melissa at Little Vietnam, Mid Valley before Sociology class&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1157" title="dsc04809" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04809.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04809" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nelson’s favourite place&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1158" title="dsc04810" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04810.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04810" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tony Romo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1160" title="dsc04812" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04812.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04812" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The classroom we go to most of the time&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1159" title="dsc04811" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04811.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04811" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On 4th of November, 10 a.m. to 11 a.m., I almost wanted to die right on the spot&lt;br /&gt;Had a presentation and it didn’t go well&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1161" title="dsc04823" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04823.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04823" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Saw this on the bridge opposite Eastin Hotel&lt;br /&gt;New car (seats with plastic wrapped) and kena scratched until like that&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1162" title="dsc04831" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04831.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=277" alt="dsc04831" width="360" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Taman Perling, Johor Bahru after sending Melanie home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1163" title="dsc04832" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04832.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04832" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Judy loves this&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;br /&gt;She looked like she was on the verge of vomiting it out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Karaoke on Deepavali night&lt;br /&gt;We sang til 3 a.m. in the morning&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1166" title="dsc04835" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04835.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04835" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Judy shy&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke on Deepavali night&lt;br /&gt;We sang til 3 a.m. in the morning&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1167" title="dsc04836" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04836.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04836" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1169" title="dsc04845" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04845.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04845" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yvonne’s favouritest thing on earth&lt;br /&gt;Heehee&lt;br /&gt;She’s super scared of dogs actually&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1170" title="dsc04846" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04846.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04846" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the most obedient dog I’ve seen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1171" title="dsc04848" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04848.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04848" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Deepavali lunch over at cousin Su Ann’s house&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1172" title="dsc04849" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04849.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04849" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh I cooked!&lt;br /&gt;At my uncle’s house, very delicious okay I tell you first, don’t diss my cooking okay?&lt;br /&gt;Especially with the help of Campbell’s&lt;br /&gt;Hehehee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1180" title="dsc04866" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04866.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=285" alt="dsc04866" width="360" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh very nice right?&lt;br /&gt;70 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;Then they give you 10 cents&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t buy though&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone kiam siaper these days&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1174" title="dsc04851" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04851.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04851" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mad jam in front of Eastin Hotel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1175" title="dsc04852" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04852.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04852" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1181" title="dsc04853" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04853.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04853" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1185" title="dsc04857" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04857.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="dsc04857" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To people who have asked me to straighten my hair chemically, this is how my hair would turn out to be after a few months&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1186" title="dsc04859" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04859.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04859" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My Patty cakes who is very very fascinated by my water bottle which I bring to uni everyday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1187" title="dsc04862" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04862.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04862" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1188" title="dsc04863" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04863.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04863" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can tell she loves it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1189" title="dsc04864" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04864.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04864" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the cheapest meal I’ve had so far in uni&lt;br /&gt;RM 3.40 only!&lt;br /&gt;With at least 5 prawns there okay!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1190" title="dsc04865" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/dsc04865.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="dsc04865" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Christine’s&lt;br /&gt;RM 0.80&lt;br /&gt;No joke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-8146042738003411875?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8146042738003411875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=8146042738003411875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8146042738003411875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8146042738003411875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/11/yvonne-sent-me-this-last-night-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-3577731039296794496</id><published>2008-10-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:49:51.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first birthday celebration I had with my uni mates&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Nelson’s birthday&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I purposely post this one minute later because he said few days ago that it’s not a special day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1090" title="n0" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/n0.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Melanie and Noslen (curi from Melanie lar)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1086" title="n2" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/n2.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The pretty Joanna (Reshma calls her bimbo, straight to her face, don’t know why) and Melanie (guys, don’t drool okay? I know both girls are hot)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1087" title="n3" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/n3.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The “bus virgin”, Jia Liang on the left&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Malay lady beside Noslen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1093" title="n7" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/n7.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The chatterboxes&lt;br /&gt;Ashreena and Reshma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1088" title="n4" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/n4.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coincidentally we went to Chatterbox hk for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Christine (go get a handkerchief already! saliva dripping like mad think I don’t know eh! hahaha) and Jia Liang&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1092" title="n6" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/n6.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reshma looks clueless here&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1089" title="n5" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/n5.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ashreena and I&lt;br /&gt;They call her “sexy baybeh”&lt;br /&gt;No idea why either&lt;br /&gt;I feel so outdated sometimes with all the names they give each other man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-3577731039296794496?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3577731039296794496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=3577731039296794496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3577731039296794496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3577731039296794496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-birthday-celebration-i-had-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-696425083645351010</id><published>2008-10-03T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:51:36.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The happiest face to start things off =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1037" title="memories-057" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/memories-057.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;My uncles and auntie and grandma decided to give us a surprise visit from JB&lt;br /&gt;The first surprise was from my uncle, my auntie and grandma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I brought them jalan jalan for a few hours&lt;br /&gt;Then the moment we reached home&lt;br /&gt;Another uncle and his family just reached&lt;br /&gt;Even my grandma was surprised&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Vonnie, you guys are great at giving surprises&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we went to the playground opposite my house&lt;br /&gt;According to Yvonne, it’s a park (instead of playground)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1038" title="memories-058" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/memories-058.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1039" title="memories-063" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/memories-063.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1040" title="memories-064" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/memories-064.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1004" title="dsc04737" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04737.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1005" title="dsc04738" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04738.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What a nice brother&lt;br /&gt;Not!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Anson trying to get Yvonne’s swingswing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1006" title="dsc04739" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04739.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So little sister had no choice&lt;br /&gt;Went to join daddy and uncle instead&lt;br /&gt;For football&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1007" title="dsc04740" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04740.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1041" title="memories-065" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/memories-065.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and then they walked away =(&lt;br /&gt;And left her alone&lt;br /&gt;Nah!&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-993" title="boysforwordpress" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/boysforwordpress.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The brothers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1047" title="siblingsforwordpress" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/siblingsforwordpress.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And a sister&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh hey people, guess which one is my dad! (if you have not met my dad before lar)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1010" title="dsc04743" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04743.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1011" title="dsc04744" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04744.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1012" title="dsc04745" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04745.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Known as one of the most mischievous one&lt;br /&gt;So this was pretty typical&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1042" title="memories-070" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/memories-070.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1013" title="dsc04746" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04746.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1049" title="bigfam" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/bigfam.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that we went for satay celup&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1051" title="satay-celup" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/satay-celup.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1052" title="satay-celup-2" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/satay-celup-2.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1053" title="satay-celup-3" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/satay-celup-3.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My grandma didn’t eat because she thought it was yucky&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We went for a round of porridge and some other stuffs after that beside the Melaka river&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go for a “cruise”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1014" title="dsc04748" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04748.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People cleaning the river&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1015" title="dsc04751" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04751.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1016" title="dsc04752" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04752.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1017" title="dsc04755" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04755.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1020" title="dsc04759" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04759.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1021" title="dsc04760" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04760.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My favourite part of the cruise because the lights were just so pretty!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1054" title="jac1" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/jac1.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found this in Jac’s Facebook and it’s just too pretty to not post it up&lt;br /&gt;So Jac, permission granted? =P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1000" title="boat-ride1" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/boat-ride1.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From Yvonne’s camera&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1001" title="boat-ride-21" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/boat-ride-21.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1019" title="dsc04758" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04758.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1022" title="dsc04761" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04761.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aaahhh&lt;br /&gt;The morning after, my room&lt;br /&gt;Even Anson came into my room and bunked in with the rest of us girls&lt;br /&gt;Pure fun&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I love my room messy like that&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my mom doesn’t =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh hmmm weirdly, my late aunt was the one who bought all the bed sheets (the blue one, the yellow one, the pink one) for us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, the &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; PJ people came!&lt;br /&gt;The auntie and her family whom I stay with occasionally when I study in KL&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was so so fun I had not been this happy for a long long time already&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we brought them to makan chicken rice balls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1023" title="dsc04762" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04762.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1024" title="dsc04763" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04763.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1025" title="dsc04764" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04764.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1003" title="crb21" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/crb21.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1002" title="crb1" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/crb1.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn’t take the foods’ photos&lt;br /&gt;My dear cousin Yvonne did&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why would a Malaccan who makan these like every Saturday take photos right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After lunch, the JB people had to leave for home =(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1026" title="dsc04765" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04765.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1027" title="dsc04766" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04766.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1030" title="dsc04769" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04769.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t we all hate farewells?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1029" title="dsc04768" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04768.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So after the Johoreans left, we went Jonker Street&lt;br /&gt;We had the usual stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Too hungry to take photos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then as I was walking along the bridge, I saw this man in the Melaka river&lt;br /&gt;I was like, what on earth was he doing man?&lt;br /&gt;I mean the river’s so dirty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1031" title="dsc04771" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04771.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1032" title="dsc04772" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04772.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apparently he was catching some dunno what stuffs in the river with a basket&lt;br /&gt;Gold?&lt;br /&gt;Kerang?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know lar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1033" title="dsc04773" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04773.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and he saw me taking pictures of him so he waved and I waved back and then I gave him a thumb up&lt;br /&gt;He waved back and he gave me a thumb up too&lt;br /&gt;Then the other people beside me waved at him also and he looked jolly happy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After Jonker Street we went to some don’t-know-how-to-explain-place in Melaka Raya and bought slices of super duper expensive cakes&lt;br /&gt;The shop is called Nadeje&lt;br /&gt;I makan also sakit hati because it was super expensive&lt;br /&gt;Oh while waiting for the cake to be don’t know what (I mean, the cakes were already there in the glass shelf thingie, but it took them like hours to prepare for us to pack the slices back! Jamie told me later that they wanted to used dry ice to don’t know what the cakes), we went to a satay shop nearby while waiting and had pineapple sauce satay (don’t ask me to explain, because I don’t know how, but it’s really nice lar, the satay I mean and the kuah)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1034" title="dsc04774" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/dsc04774.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The PJ peeps&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just realised that’s all, the photos that I took I mean&lt;br /&gt;Without Yvonne, I tak semangat to take photos eh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, sorry for the lack of proper explanation and also spelling or grammatical errors&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda stuck with words these few days&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Plus to my uni mates, please don’t kill me for blogging and not doing my assignments!&lt;br /&gt;I did&lt;br /&gt;One and a half, in fact&lt;br /&gt;So blogging is my reward for finishing one and a half =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;p/s Thanks Yvonne, courtesy of some of your photos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-696425083645351010?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/696425083645351010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=696425083645351010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/696425083645351010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/696425083645351010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiest-face-to-start-things-off-so-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-2424618419957849693</id><published>2008-09-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:58:07.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;I remember the time we had our last conversation over the phone&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at the study table&lt;br /&gt;And what was I doing prior to answering her long distance phone call from Singapore&lt;br /&gt;She asked me, “What are you doing?”&lt;br /&gt;Twirling the phone cord with my index finger, I answered happily, and proudly, “I’m reading the dictionary! I’m skipping to “P” because “A” is really boring”&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes to the right when I said “really boring”&lt;br /&gt;Thought she would be proud, reading the dictionary I mean&lt;br /&gt;At least I was doing something productive, for once&lt;br /&gt;And not slacking at home doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t sound happy&lt;br /&gt;She asked sternly, “Have you found out about the university that you are going to spend the next few years studying at?”&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do my research&lt;br /&gt;I felt my face burning&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassed with my ignorant attitude&lt;br /&gt;She sounded angry for a while&lt;br /&gt;But then she said softly, “You know arrhh, you cannot be like this all the time you know? Be responsible and do what you’re supposed to do. You are a big sister and you have to set good examples to your sisters.”&lt;br /&gt;I told her whatever that I knew at that time, about the university&lt;br /&gt;But she had heard them all&lt;br /&gt;Because she had asked so many times&lt;br /&gt;And all I gave to her, the same answers&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was mad&lt;br /&gt;I was mad at myself, too&lt;br /&gt;I felt so useless&lt;br /&gt;I gave her excuses, like I always did&lt;br /&gt;I said daddy didn’t wanna travel all the way to KL just to LOOK at the university, and I wasn’t lying&lt;br /&gt;My dad hates the KL traffic&lt;br /&gt;She said she’s gonna lecture my dad about it&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think she had the chance to do so&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she did&lt;br /&gt;But I bet my dad would give the world to hear her nags and lectures again&lt;br /&gt;But we can’t do anything now&lt;br /&gt;We HAVE to let go&lt;br /&gt;But can we?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I will ever be able to let go&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I said I intended to go to HELP&lt;br /&gt;She was like, “What??”&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;She had never heard of a university with such a funny name&lt;br /&gt;And she was asking whether it’s an abbreviation of some sort, but I couldn’t give her any answers&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn’t do any research which she had asked me to months ago&lt;br /&gt;After some nagging, she asked me whether I need anything for university&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s alright, there’s nothing I need&lt;br /&gt;She offered to buy me a laptop, so I could save money on phone bills by web-cam-ing or Skype-ing with my family&lt;br /&gt;I knew she would get the best of the best for me&lt;br /&gt;That’s how she was to us&lt;br /&gt;But my dad promised me a laptop already so I told her so&lt;br /&gt;She then said how about something else?&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying no&lt;br /&gt;So she kinda gave up&lt;br /&gt;But still, she wanted me to write down a wish list, like a Christmas wish list to her&lt;br /&gt;So she could get me everything that I want&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I don’t like people buying things for me&lt;br /&gt;It’s just not me&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel guilt after that&lt;br /&gt;Plus she was having chemo treatments&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to add more burden to her financially&lt;br /&gt;Not that she had any problems financially&lt;br /&gt;I just didn’t want her to spend on me&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I couldn’t afford a laptop or anything like that&lt;br /&gt;I told her happily, “I can always get money from my winnings! No worries KuMa, don’t worry about me!”&lt;br /&gt;I was really chirpy because she sounded quite tired and exhausted&lt;br /&gt;She always sounded tired&lt;br /&gt;So I was hoping I could lift her mood up a bit with my chirpiness (if there’s such word)&lt;br /&gt;She told me sternly again, “Stop winning things from radio stations or whatever stations, concentrate in your studies, things you win now are only for your temporary happiness, it’s not long term, achieving success is what that will bring you long term happiness. When you start studying, I don’t want you to win things anymore okay?”&lt;br /&gt;I answered her half heartedly, saying, “uh-huh, uh-huh”&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t listening&lt;br /&gt;The cord got tangled up&lt;br /&gt;I tried to untangle it&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished untangling it&lt;br /&gt;She was ready to take a nap&lt;br /&gt;I knew what she said about the winning things thing&lt;br /&gt;But I just didn’t bother to give her any good answers or any promises that I would stop winning things&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t like to give empty promises&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I said “uh-huh”&lt;br /&gt;Then I told her to take care and that I love her, like I always did, and always will whenever I talk to her in my heart nowadays&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thing is&lt;br /&gt;The last time I won something was on 31st July&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember what day we had this last conversation&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s some time around early August&lt;br /&gt;All I know now is that it’s our last&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I decided to write it down&lt;br /&gt;So I will never forget it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My dad wants me to forget our KuMa in the coffin&lt;br /&gt;Because she didn’t look like our beloved KuMa, at all, which is true&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to&lt;br /&gt;Not because I can’t&lt;br /&gt;It’s because I don’t want to forget anything about her&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I regret not talking or calling her more often when I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a loser now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I miss her so much&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-2424618419957849693?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/2424618419957849693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=2424618419957849693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2424618419957849693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/2424618419957849693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-remember-time-we-had-our-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-4472789847591674029</id><published>2008-09-20T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:14:36.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Wisma E&amp;amp;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because they give us free and unlimited Milo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And Mocha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And Teh Tarik&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And White Coffee&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And Espresso&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And some other kinds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I only take Milo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Milo rocks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I took four cups in less than 12 hours’ time!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hehehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here’s the awesome little machine!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-917" title="dsc04704" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04704.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-918" title="dsc04705" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04705.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-919" title="dsc04706" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04706.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah I burned my tongue and my cup of Milo was tasteless after that&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-921" title="dsc04708" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04708.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right outside 1 Utama&lt;br /&gt;These people actually queued up just to press buttons from some little gadgets while staring at the TV screen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-920" title="dsc04707" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04707.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Christine’s “Bahasa Cina”&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;She’s hilarious&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-916" title="dsc04703" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04703.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh I saw this man walking around pasting up dai yi long’s posters at the bus stop I go everyday&lt;br /&gt;First time seeing it&lt;br /&gt;Call me sua ku&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-915" title="dsc04697" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04697.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At Bukit Jalil LRT station&lt;br /&gt;I tell you&lt;br /&gt;It was a super long queue&lt;br /&gt;Longer than this&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the queue couldn’t fit into my camera lar duh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-914" title="dsc04696" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04696.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Derek!!&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya dude!&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with Emma Watson!&lt;br /&gt;Bring her back, soon!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-913" title="dsc04693" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04693.jpg?w=360&amp;amp;h=270" alt="" width="360" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh goodness gracious&lt;br /&gt;This place is HEAVEN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-912" title="dsc04691" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04691.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was in MPH&lt;br /&gt;That’s my granduncle in the Malaysia’s Book of Records!!&lt;br /&gt;Just met his wife like few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;She’s the most hyper and most hilarious popo I’ve ever met&lt;br /&gt;Even my cousins agree so!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-911" title="dsc04689" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dsc04689.jpg?w=270&amp;amp;h=360" alt="" width="270" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TWO records!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-4472789847591674029?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4472789847591674029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=4472789847591674029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4472789847591674029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4472789847591674029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-wisma-e-because-they-give-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-4726527380421406010</id><published>2008-09-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:16:29.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So more than a week has passed&lt;br /&gt;To say I’m over it already, would be lying&lt;br /&gt;The whole family is still mourning&lt;br /&gt;Judy said grandma is depressed and is not well&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen my dad this sad in my life&lt;br /&gt;My aunt’s husband and daughters (I think the daughters too) just bought tickets and went to Canada today just so they could take their minds of things&lt;br /&gt;I actually caught my KL aunt crying in her room&lt;br /&gt;The only way to stop myself from crying is to tell myself that, she’s not really gone, I try to think that she’s still alive and kickin’, just that she doesn’t have much time to call me&lt;br /&gt;But my dad said that’s not healthy&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I was suspected of dengue because of super high fever for the past 5 days&lt;br /&gt;I even vomited like mad (third time in my life, minus those baby pukeroos, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;What can be worse right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-4726527380421406010?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4726527380421406010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=4726527380421406010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4726527380421406010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4726527380421406010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-more-than-week-has-passed-to-say-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7957065622873551558</id><published>2008-09-06T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:29:18.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-170" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04323.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Miss Pei Chze in Mr Kane Tan’s shoes, literally&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-171" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04324.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This season’s latest trend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-172" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04325.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First time seeing dragon fruit on a tree&lt;br /&gt;I thought dragon fruits come from plastic bags (haha..kidding!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-173" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04326.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl’s got the prettiest flowers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-174" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04327.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pretty right?&lt;br /&gt;Even some leaves were yellow, just like the flowers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-175" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04330.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Ling, the fire starter (sounds like some superhero with fire starting abilities)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-177" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04332.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Kane, the ever hardworking one who cooked most of the food that night (see, I bagi you credit already, happy now?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-178" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04333.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Ling did a lot more cooking though&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-179" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04334.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;See, they didn’t stop their barbecuing job, such kind souls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-180" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04335.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And Mr Desmond Yong, the fan-er, HAHAHAHA (joking joking!! everyone did their part that day, except me, oh wait, I helped! I helped you people finish as much chicken wings as I could! not to forget the sausages too! hahahaha… and Sheryl saw my tummy k!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-181" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04336.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-182" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04337.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sheryl’s neighbour got a Ferrari (right?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-183" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04338.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If only the owner let us test drive eh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-184" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04339.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Miss Sheryl with the bottle of ketchup that almost took the spotlight&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-185" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04340.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh I think it kinda did&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lar Sheryl, the bottle of ketchup’s brighter&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-186" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04342.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Teng Siang is one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-187" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04343.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s how he cucuk-ed the sausages&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-188" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04344.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-189" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04345.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Marshmallows are my fav!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-190" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04346.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-191" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04347.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-192" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04348.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bread kiap ice cream bakar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-193" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04349.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-194" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04350.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Ling with his super bakar skills&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-195" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04351.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Jason Pang with his sausage&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-196" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04352.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-197" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04353.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-198" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04354.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The mahjong people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-199" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04355.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr Felix Pang in stripes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-200" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04356.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Miss PC Leong with her bread kiap ice cream bakar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-201" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04357.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love this photo&lt;br /&gt;See the similarity?&lt;br /&gt;Look closer!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-202" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04358.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-203" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/dsc04359.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The liquor that smells like toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;Camie said like Kodomo Lion&lt;br /&gt;I just think it’s like toothpaste&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went home after 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Some sorta record or something seriously&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7957065622873551558?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7957065622873551558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7957065622873551558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7957065622873551558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7957065622873551558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-pei-chze-in-mr-kane-tans-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8070692469916913014</id><published>2008-09-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:17:54.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;" lang="en-MY"&gt;Well, on 4th of September, she went to a better and happier place&lt;br /&gt;Filled with white clouds&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by those who went before her&lt;br /&gt;Like my grandfather and the rest&lt;br /&gt;I know she is happy now, I just do&lt;br /&gt;Also, she’s not suffering anymore&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I’m still finding it hard to believe that she’s not here with us anymore&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it was just yesterday that she talked to me, and asked me what I need for university&lt;br /&gt;I remember I kept saying I don’t need anything but she insisted on me to write her an email about my wish list&lt;br /&gt;I did, but I didn’t exactly tell her what I need&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn’t need anything&lt;br /&gt;But she didn’t manage to read my email to her&lt;br /&gt;What I really need now, is her guidance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;" lang="en-MY"&gt;Yvonne was telling me how she used to care so so much for me&lt;br /&gt;How she would call the Johoreans and ask how, Sandra, the Malaccan, doing&lt;br /&gt;Whether she studied&lt;br /&gt;Whether she’s okay&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, every time I think of her and what she did for ALL of us, I can’t control my tears&lt;br /&gt;She cared so much for me (and I bet she still does, high up in heaven) and I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as her&lt;br /&gt;Of all aunties, this aunt called me the most, talked to me the most, and taught me the most, so basically she was the aunt whom I was closest with&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;" lang="en-MY"&gt;This aunt of mine&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to describe her in just one sentence&lt;br /&gt;Or even a paragraph of praises&lt;br /&gt;Because she’s much much more than that&lt;br /&gt;She’s the ultimate definition of “great”&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that just because she’s gone and that I should say nice things about her or because she’s my aunt&lt;br /&gt;But because she really was the greatest person I’ve ever ever known&lt;br /&gt;Not exaggerating, seriously&lt;br /&gt;To look on the bright side, she’s not suffering anymore and she’s definitely in a better place&lt;br /&gt;But I really do miss her a lot&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her lying in her coffin is the worst feeling ever&lt;br /&gt;It’s like we’re being separated already&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I would do when they lower her coffin deep into the ground on Sunday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She did so so many wonderful things for others&lt;br /&gt;And she sacrificed herself for countless amount of people&lt;br /&gt;But she did not expect anything in return&lt;br /&gt;Take my case for instance, she called me so often and what she really want from me is to do my best in everything&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to cry my eyes out before my STPM&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to go through it&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don’t do well, she wanted me to know that I did my best&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I did not do my best&lt;br /&gt;She was disappointed because she had high expectations, especially from me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She was a teacher&lt;br /&gt;During her wake, many of her ex-students came by and I managed to talk to some of them&lt;br /&gt;They said she was a great teacher&lt;br /&gt;I even heard that she chose the lousy schools to teach&lt;br /&gt;Just so she could make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Though I’ve never been taught in class by her&lt;br /&gt;She taught all of us, the Wong family and many many others how to strive for the better and how to do it, in a good way&lt;br /&gt;And she also taught me many other things on how to be a better daughter and a responsible sister to my family members&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a better cook too!&lt;br /&gt;She knew I hated cooking&lt;br /&gt;So she taught me how to cook simple dishes (though I still hate cooking up til now)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She was a sister&lt;br /&gt;A great one at that&lt;br /&gt;My dad and my grandmother always tell us stories about her, on how, being the second eldest with six other siblings, took care of the others when she had better and more important things like studying to do&lt;br /&gt;She took great care of her siblings and even her cousins when she was young&lt;br /&gt;And when she had nephews and nieces, she took care of them too, including me&lt;br /&gt;Basically, without her, I wouldn’t be where and who I am now&lt;br /&gt;Also, she had the sense of responsibility many people don’t have (ie. me?)&lt;br /&gt;When she was really young, she would hold my youngest aunt in one arm and a book in another arm&lt;br /&gt;That’s how she studied her way to success apparently&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She was a mother&lt;br /&gt;She gave the best to both her daughters, in terms of, well, many things&lt;br /&gt;And look what they turned out to be!&lt;br /&gt;An engineer and a lawyer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She was a aunt&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, none of my cousins can deny that she was in fact the best aunt ever&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to describe her love and care to all of us&lt;br /&gt;She took charge of many things which she could have just ignored&lt;br /&gt;But she did not&lt;br /&gt;She knew what she could do and did whatever she could to help people&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;" lang="en-MY"&gt;Okay I think I have more things to say about her&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s so so much to say but I’m just so lost for words for now&lt;br /&gt;Plus I’m exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I need to think how not to cry in front of people because the wake is still going on and there’s a funeral in church on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I gonna sing some songs that she enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how lah&lt;br /&gt;I’m just scared I might cry in front of a huge crowd of people&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she was a teacher&lt;br /&gt;So basically there’s gonna be a huge crowd&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-8070692469916913014?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8070692469916913014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=8070692469916913014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8070692469916913014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8070692469916913014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-on-4th-of-september-she-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-5803334385493724174</id><published>2008-09-01T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:28:50.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a miracle&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-940" title="pc160655" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/pc160655.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The coolest aunt in the world&lt;br /&gt;And will continue to be one&lt;br /&gt;She knows all the tricks of how students cheat in exams&lt;br /&gt;Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;She rocks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-5803334385493724174?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5803334385493724174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=5803334385493724174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5803334385493724174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5803334385493724174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-to-singapore-pray-hard-hoping-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-4531640631925270281</id><published>2008-08-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:30:07.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useless Randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-830" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04563.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;The one Zach and the rest complained about&lt;br /&gt;Also, Mei Lyn thought I should have put this dough in the oven for 100 minutes and not 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha damn funny&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-831" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04565.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shopping spree with Chia Yen and Laura&lt;br /&gt;That’s Chia Yen’s little school/shopping bag (I drove them around town after picking them up from school)&lt;br /&gt;That was first round of goods&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, that bag wasn’t even enough to put in everything we bought&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-832" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04577.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first pasar pagi I went to&lt;br /&gt;At SS17&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen this much meat at one place in my life man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-833" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04578.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first meal I had without my parents in KL with me =(&lt;br /&gt;I was very stunned that this cost like RM 3.80&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever attempt to sell a bowl of THAT in Malacca, gulung tikar already&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-834" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04579.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My cousin’s stupid evil hamster did this to me&lt;br /&gt;My finger bled like mad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-835" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04580.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kinda hate it now&lt;br /&gt;Just look at it’s eye&lt;br /&gt;The evil stare&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-836" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04589.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My first meal in the uni’s cafeteria (at least I treat it as the uni’s cafeteria, it might be some other random cafeteria or something)&lt;br /&gt;Price – RM3.50&lt;br /&gt;Not bad lar&lt;br /&gt;I love the apple salad thingie though&lt;br /&gt;Oh the soup thing right, the worker told me it’s nice and asked me to try and let me try a bit&lt;br /&gt;I obliged and tasted it a bit&lt;br /&gt;*yucky*&lt;br /&gt;I smiled weakly and said it’s nice&lt;br /&gt;AND PAID FOR IT&lt;br /&gt;Like super sucky man I didn’t even finish it&lt;br /&gt;I learned something that day&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing people won’t make your life any easier sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Just sometimes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-837" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04591.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh and this is my uni’s entrance!&lt;br /&gt;The main block lar&lt;br /&gt;And that’s Reshma’s head, just fyi =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-838" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04592.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that’s her hair&lt;br /&gt;I love her hair man&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-839" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04593.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this is Melanie&lt;br /&gt;And the police/patrol/whatever’s car&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-840" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04601.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh I went to Pei Chze’s uni with Sheryl one day&lt;br /&gt;The view from her room is damn nice lor&lt;br /&gt;And she said, together with her housemates, they throw things out of the window occasionally and see whose items (ie. apples) reach the farthest, out of boredom&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do things like that too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-841" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04602.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-842" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04603.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OH and I saw this at a RapidKL bus&lt;br /&gt;At first I really thought they put it that way&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised someone peeled out some alphabets&lt;br /&gt;“The Door To Gold”&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chong Wei should have go through that door before the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know, lame&lt;br /&gt;People say I’ve gone lamer since I started studying in KL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-844" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04605.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day we ran like 200m from our class to the cafeteria during a downpour&lt;br /&gt;And it was raining like kittens and puppies, seriously&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure whether you can see my rain water soaked jeans&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you, I was wet&lt;br /&gt;Like totally wet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And yes, I do realise that’s a pair of really ugly beige flats&lt;br /&gt;But it’s comfyyyyy, I think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-845" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04606.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yayyy for apple salad!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-847" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04612.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=226" alt="" width="300" height="226" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While waiting for the shuttle bus, I topped up my prepaid and those Hotlink Avril promoters were really, erm, hideous?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry man but their wigs like a bit senget&lt;br /&gt;Okay not a bit, very senget and eww lah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From left: Melissa (in green), Ashreena (in red with yellow backpack), Melanie (standing in front of Ash), Reshma (the tall pastel yellow one)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-848" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04613.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the one in white with black bag is Patricia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-846" title="dsc04611" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04611.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The one day we decided to go to another place to eat&lt;br /&gt;RM 4&lt;br /&gt;Not bad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay so I was waiting for Reshma, Melissa and Patricia to photostat some stuffs&lt;br /&gt;While waiting with Melanie at the Main Block of the uni, I took photos around the uni’s main block&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-849" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04614.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Front&lt;br /&gt;Melanie was talking to her bf who called from New Jersey (the one in pink sweater, sitting at the stairs)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-850" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04615.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;The word “Economics” scares me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-851" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04616.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Above&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-852" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04617.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Left&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No ground&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So after that Reshma decided to do something good&lt;br /&gt;She decided to donate blood&lt;br /&gt;And I was feeling great that day&lt;br /&gt;But I was not comfortable about getting my blood sucked though&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go with her anyway, just to see how it’s like to donate blood&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, I decided to donate too&lt;br /&gt;I filled up the forms and then a worker there, a pak cik, asked how many hours of rest we had&lt;br /&gt;We both had 4 hours because we were doing some assignment thingie and we both woke up at 6&lt;br /&gt;And the minimum hours required is 5&lt;br /&gt;So tak jadi&lt;br /&gt;But then the pak cik asked what’s my blood type is and I said O, much to his delight, he tested my blood straight away&lt;br /&gt;Well, in short, I have enough iron to donate blood (my mom doesn’t and I used to think I would too, not have enough iron I mean)&lt;br /&gt;Reshma too&lt;br /&gt;But we both failed the only requirement, 5 hours of sleep&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My middle finger which got pricked for blood testing&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-854" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04619.jpg?w=225&amp;amp;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While wall-ing Jeffrey in Facebook&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-853" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04618.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I find it really really fascinating that the cotton stuck to my finger for so long&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t take it out&lt;br /&gt;Only after like 3 or 4 hours later&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-855" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04620.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh my goodness lar this Patricia&lt;br /&gt;We were in the computer lab and she totally flipped the computer screen horizontally, not knowing how she did it&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen anything like that so I took a picture&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After logging off, still no use&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what other people’s reaction when they saw this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-856" src="http://sandrawong.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/dsc04621.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That wasn’t her first time screwing up with the lab’s computer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I think I might take more pictures and treat this more like a photoblog more often&lt;br /&gt;I think I tend to write more when I’m emo or when the internet connection is bad in KL (since I can’t upload any pictures in KL due to the stupid wireless thing, which is damn slow)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-4531640631925270281?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/4531640631925270281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=4531640631925270281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4531640631925270281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/4531640631925270281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2009/08/cookie-dough-one-zach-and-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-3955265927168671912</id><published>2008-08-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:22:53.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had three heavy meals in 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;I’m not even kidding&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I eat so little I wish I could just die because I dare not eat much in my uncle’s or my auntie’s place (Reshma thinks I’m mad)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes (okay, just today) I makan so so much I feel like exploding&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t eat for no reason&lt;br /&gt;All three meals were force fed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I think I’m driving my auntie cuckoo nuts&lt;br /&gt;Because whenever she asks me to make a decision (that requires me, to trouble her), I say “anything lar”, “okay lah” or worse (for her) “don’t want lar”&lt;br /&gt;She and her family are going to Bali on Wednesday so she’s suggesting that I should stay in her house (alone, mind you) since it’s easier for me to travel around if I stay at her place, as the bus stop is just less than 5 minutes walk away from her house&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go anywhere if I stay with my uncle&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t want to but I don’t know how to reject her so I said “anything” and she’s like, “you better make a decision or else I’m gonna get angry”&lt;br /&gt;*note: Miss Yvonne Wong, this is P&amp;amp;C&lt;br /&gt;But it’s indirectly a compliment, at least to me&lt;br /&gt;Because you don’t just let anyone to stay at your house for no reason&lt;br /&gt;You have to &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; the person enough to do so&lt;br /&gt;I’m flattered, really&lt;br /&gt;But I have phobias&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of thunders&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of the dark&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of being alone too&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, taking buses everyday is driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;Because I hate walking at alleys and waiting at bus stops&lt;br /&gt;And I have to wear like clothes that give me full coverage&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna get any unwanted attention ya know&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see potential snatch thief/rapist looking men I walk as if I’m a man or something&lt;br /&gt;And no, you can’t imagine The Man Walk&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve never showed The Man Walk to any of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think I showed Pei Chze and Sheryl in the car&lt;br /&gt;And I think it kinda works&lt;br /&gt;I walk like I’m all tough and tom boyish so I bet those scary people must be thinking I have some hidden kung fu skills&lt;br /&gt;And I put on that really really solemn and sour face too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-3955265927168671912?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/3955265927168671912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=3955265927168671912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3955265927168671912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/3955265927168671912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-three-heavy-meals-in-3-hours-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-7705306934010497633</id><published>2008-08-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:26:32.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wow I have sooooooo many things to blog about I don’t even know where to start&lt;br /&gt;But I’m gonna make things short&lt;br /&gt;Though making things short is not exactly what I do best&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;School’s been great&lt;br /&gt;Especially friends because we get along quite well&lt;br /&gt;Very well for people who have known each other for less than 2 weeks, in fact&lt;br /&gt;I have Reshma, my partner in taking buses from Uptown to uni and from uni to Uptown everyday, she’s basically Sara’s twin. Possibly separated at birth&lt;br /&gt;I have Christine, the pretty and sweet little darling who sings like a pro, and I believe we can be closer friends if we didn’t have such a huge number of people in our gang!&lt;br /&gt;I have Ashreena, whom I met on the first day of orientation and I tell her things I normally wouldn’t tell someone I’ve known for less than a week&lt;br /&gt;I have Melanie, my partner when we wanna go cuckoo nuts together (she actually cries when she gets drunk, seriously it’s hilarious and I’ve seen a video of her getting drunk)&lt;br /&gt;I have Patricia, whom I can talk to 24/7 and her personality is enough to define the word “blur” pretty well&lt;br /&gt;I have Melissa, who’s as sweet as a pie, she’s also my partner in Sociology classes! Since the rest decided on Econs class, which I loathe to death. Econs I mean =)&lt;br /&gt;I have Chan/Cheong/Hoi Cheong, hahaha I enjoy making fun of him. He actually drew a map of Pudu for me, like seriously man. I shall scan the map and put it here but it’s in KL so maybe another day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, on Friday I went for karaoke at Redbox for the first time in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Reshma, Christine and Melanie went there with me too (not literally, I basically got lost around PJ alone for like 1 hour! Wanted to go to The Curve but ended up in Kelana Jaya and I was basically stalked by some really creepy guy &lt;&lt; there, making long stories short)&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn’t sing much&lt;br /&gt;Because I’ve never really sang my lungs out in public before except in the shower!&lt;br /&gt;But when Spice Girls songs came along, I was totally jumping on the sofa singing “Wannabe” and “Spice Up Your Life” with the 3 girls&lt;br /&gt;And that’s not something you see everyday, eh?&lt;br /&gt;In the end we even sang S Club 7 songs (the fast ones)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously we were like little kids man…&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs like “Reach” and “Bring It All Back”&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had a blast hanging out with these girls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also, Selangor is not what I imagined to be&lt;br /&gt;It’s far more complicated and fast paced than the good ol’ Malacca&lt;br /&gt;The three relatives’ houses I’ve been to, adjusted their clocks, either 15 or 30 minutes faster than the real time!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, those clocks gave me heart attacks a number of times already&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I treasure the times being home in Malacca because it’s such a rare thing for me now to spend times with my family&lt;br /&gt;This morning my sister Clara woke up and saw me for the first time in like 6 days&lt;br /&gt;She jumped on me and hugged me real tight&lt;br /&gt;And she said I’ve slimmed down a lot, based on her many many tight hugs&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t let go of each other for like 2 minutes or something man&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m really a family orientated person&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know that til I leave home&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s just like what people say,&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t know what you've got til you lose it”&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrhh&lt;br /&gt;Something along that line&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Yes my English standard has gone down real badly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay I guess it’s not a short update at all&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-7705306934010497633?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/7705306934010497633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=7705306934010497633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7705306934010497633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/7705306934010497633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-wow-i-have-sooooooo-many-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-6231516919589859093</id><published>2008-08-20T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:28:55.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Useless Randoms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m such a pig&lt;br /&gt;So last night I decided to unplug my laptop charger thingie and off the lights and still use it&lt;br /&gt;And then I got bored so I signed in MSN again and Derek was like “wtf” since I said I wanted to go off already and I really did went offline&lt;br /&gt;Zach was like dunno what like that and when I said I wanted to sleep he kept calling me “basket”&lt;br /&gt;So I said I really got to go and the next thing I know,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and my laptop’s not on my tummy anymore, it was like beside me&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why didn’t I put the laptop back into the bag&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why I left it like, beside me? and went to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;The thing’s closed by the way so I was like, what happened man?&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised it’s 6am like that already because my uncle and auntie and cousins were like walking around trying their best to &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;mensilentkan&lt;/span&gt; menyilentkan everything they do&lt;br /&gt;And that means they’re getting ready for work&lt;br /&gt;And I got no class today&lt;br /&gt;Plus I was too sleepy to care anyway, about the laptop I mean&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Then when I got up (now), I realised I didn’t off my computer man!!&lt;br /&gt;I said “au revoir” to Zac and he replied “french freak”, which I don’t remember reading at all!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I’m unbelievable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-6231516919589859093?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/6231516919589859093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=6231516919589859093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6231516919589859093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/6231516919589859093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-such-pig-so-last-night-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-5307892788282251298</id><published>2008-08-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:33:31.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day of classes were better than expected&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First class we had was “Intro to Microeconomics” (one of the electives)&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer is a Croatian and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;His English, well&lt;br /&gt;He sounds like this&lt;br /&gt;“Tew-dey I want tew teetch yew Eekonomeeks”&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like that lar but you can’t really blame him lar&lt;br /&gt;If only his English’s better then I’m sure he can be quite a good lecturer&lt;br /&gt;He’s quite an interesting person too&lt;br /&gt;After that the second class was “Intro to Design” (core subject)&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer’s a Chinese man and at first impression, he didn’t well, impress me&lt;br /&gt;But as he went on further I think I might actually like his subject!&lt;br /&gt;Okay to be honest I knew I would love it anyway since it’s like, design!&lt;br /&gt;He actually gave us an assignment to do already&lt;br /&gt;And it’s got to do with dance! (lagi happy!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah on Monday night I moved in to another uncle’s place, my mom’s twin brother’s&lt;br /&gt;Before this I was with my grandparents and my other uncle, my mom’s eldest brother&lt;br /&gt;And now my room is much much bigger and I can actually use the internet on my bed!&lt;br /&gt;Like how cool is that??&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know you guys gonna say I sampat/crazy/sua ku bla bla bla BUT, to me it’s cool, because in Malacca the wire can never reach my bed&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about being sua ku, Derek said I’m a kampung girl&lt;br /&gt;Which I can’t really deny&lt;br /&gt;Just now I saw like this HUGE jam while walking over a flyover&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take out my phone to snap a picture to show my sisters!&lt;br /&gt;But there was a Bangladeshi walking behind me so it was kinda creepy ya know and I wanted to walk faster&lt;br /&gt;Oh I tell you, KL got SO many Banglas man!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay so Tuesday morning, I was almost late because my uncle didn’t wake up in time&lt;br /&gt;I dare not wake him up because I was too pai seh lah&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda “forgot” to open the bathroom door silently&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the door, he got up and was like rushing like mad for me (I’m such a terrible niece)&lt;br /&gt;Even his wife also like so kan cheong for me&lt;br /&gt;And I was late to meet up with Reshma too at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;So right, the first class of the day was “Social and Business Communication” (core subject)&lt;br /&gt;And a Chinese lady lecturer teaches us that and she’s actually good&lt;br /&gt;Okay, best I’ve seen among those three lecturers&lt;br /&gt;To put in simple English, I like her&lt;br /&gt;She let us out early so we went to some chill out room and watched Olympics because Christine is crazy over it&lt;br /&gt;And we watched the pole vault event, the one with Yelena Isinbaeva one&lt;br /&gt;We cheered so loud I hit my friend Patricia’s forehead&lt;br /&gt;I even kicked up my legs! (I was half lying down on a one-seater sofa)&lt;br /&gt;Oh then when we wanted to change channel, we told a guy who knows how&lt;br /&gt;He said “Ask Miss Cindy”&lt;br /&gt;Guess what on earth I heard?&lt;br /&gt;“Ask VCD”&lt;br /&gt;I was like, “ask VCD? how?”&lt;br /&gt;The guy kept laughing non stop&lt;br /&gt;Then Christine (or was it Melissa?) told me what he really said&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Patricia heard something else too&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for Sociology class (one of the electives)&lt;br /&gt;My partners for that class is Melissa, Patricia and Ashreen&lt;br /&gt;The rest decided not to take Sociology, instead, they decided to take Microeconomics (one of the electives), which I loathe because I totally… ish it last time&lt;br /&gt;So anyway when we first walked in, the class was quite full&lt;br /&gt;And then the lecturer, came in and talked about how tough this subject actually is and how much work we’re getting soon enough&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later she told the class whoever thinks he/she doesn’t wanna take this subject anymore is allowed to leave the class&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly (or maybe not), half the class left&lt;br /&gt;Then Ashreena told me that the lecturer told her that she did that to scare off some students (can you believe it?)&lt;br /&gt;So she won’t get that many students!&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s what I heard lar&lt;br /&gt;And also because she only wants students who truly want to take the subject, and not because they need the subject to fill up the requirements thingie&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I stayed on to see what else can Sociology offers&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, I was intimidated by all the workloads but I decided to go to the lecturer and asked her to let me have a look of the book, the thick thick book&lt;br /&gt;She took the book from the table and gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;The moment it reache my hands&lt;br /&gt;I almost drop the book because it was too heavy&lt;br /&gt;And some other students actually laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;So pai seh&lt;br /&gt;In total, for that subject, we have to study around 1000 pages of stuffs in 14 weeks’ time&lt;br /&gt;Crazy or nuts I ask you?&lt;br /&gt;And she’s the kind that want things to be done early and fast&lt;br /&gt;Oh then after that we had Intro to Mass Communication (core subject)&lt;br /&gt;And boy oh boyyy&lt;br /&gt;This Malay lecturer can’t even speak proper English&lt;br /&gt;She ends her sentences with “you know” which kinda sounds like, “yew-oh”&lt;br /&gt;We made fun of that, a lot&lt;br /&gt;Especially me and Patricia&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it seems like our group is getting bigger and bigger&lt;br /&gt;Which is nice but I think whenever we go to classes together, we might need to start queuing up or something and count heads, too&lt;br /&gt;After that we had a two hours break and we went for lunch and I bought like RM 10 worth of bread&lt;br /&gt;My friends asked me why I buy so much and I told them I get hungry at night, like every night especially when I’m in KL&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because I pai seh to eat a lot with my relatives&lt;br /&gt;I mean, unless I’m paying myself then it’s different lar of course&lt;br /&gt;They were like saying I shouldn’t torture myself like that&lt;br /&gt;Except Ashreena and she totally understands why I do that&lt;br /&gt;Reshma and Patricia were extremely against it though&lt;br /&gt;Oh well&lt;br /&gt;I’m munching on my bread now =)&lt;br /&gt;Yummmm&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the computer lab for “Intro to Design”, where we learn Photoshop stuffs&lt;br /&gt;And some girl from Maldives came to sit with me because her computer didn’t have the photoshop software&lt;br /&gt;We kinda had fun but so many people played Facebook and Hotmail instead&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that I went back to my uncle’s house and we went to pasar malam&lt;br /&gt;I bought even more bread, and cookies, and sweets&lt;br /&gt;And my auntie is not very happy about because she says I’m just a student and I shouldn’t spend money; I can only spend after I’ve started working&lt;br /&gt;Then I can even buy her food&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;She’s like dunno 78323487345th person to tell me that&lt;br /&gt;It’s like they totally expect me to get a job or something&lt;br /&gt;Okay she’s only the third person to say that&lt;br /&gt;First, Mei Chi’s mom&lt;br /&gt;Second, my old nanny&lt;br /&gt;And now her!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I’m tired of bloging and I need to post this up before “Blazz” switches off his/her wireless and then I can’t use already&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, not compulsory is like, out of those two not compulsory ones, I choose one, out of two&lt;br /&gt;I think I might take Sociology since I really can’t love Econs anymore&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-5307892788282251298?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/5307892788282251298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=5307892788282251298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5307892788282251298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/5307892788282251298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-classes-were-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-8292751950734156409</id><published>2008-08-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:34:54.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally online!!&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got loads to tell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so on Wednesday, my parents and I traveled up to KL for orientation&lt;br /&gt;There were two days of orientation you see&lt;br /&gt;So the first day, after sending both my sisters to school, we headed up to KL&lt;br /&gt;The orientation started at 9.30am but we reached around 9am&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t know where the uni situated at so we went round and round “exploring” KL&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going circles around Mont Kiara and Segambut and Equestrian Club and almost went to Bangsar and almost accidentally turned to some Sungai Buloh or Ipoh turn man!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah I dunno lar&lt;br /&gt;It’s all Google’s map fault!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom was sooooo semangat to print out the map online and everything&lt;br /&gt;Macam pro only&lt;br /&gt;Mana tahu&lt;br /&gt;The map actually stated that University Malaya is just one road down from my uni&lt;br /&gt;No joke man weih&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, “eh, can go find Becca already!”&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got lost, obviously&lt;br /&gt;And it took us one whole hour to reach my uni&lt;br /&gt;By then I was like 45 minutes late&lt;br /&gt;And then I took the wrong orientation pack because I was so blur that I said I was taking the ADP program&lt;br /&gt;So they gave me the wrong orientation pack&lt;br /&gt;And asked me to find my name from a long list of name&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find mine and I said to the people in charge of the registering job, “EH!! SHIT!! HOW ARR???” (I was too kan cheong lar and when I’m kan cheong I don’t do things right, I don’t even say the right things)&lt;br /&gt;So they asked me to write down my name and I did and signed&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I ran to the theatre hall and there were like SO many people there, staring at me because I was late&lt;br /&gt;Ish&lt;br /&gt;So I saw an empty seat and I just sat down (forgetting that I should have asked the people next to it whether it’s occupied or not)&lt;br /&gt;The moment I sat down, the two girls beside me were like, “eh eh!! my friend’s seat!!”&lt;br /&gt;I was like uh-oh and kept apologising non stop&lt;br /&gt;So I took another seat, two seats away from them one (who knows they might have another friend right?)&lt;br /&gt;And beside me was this Indian girl&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at her orientation pack, different one!!&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and pointed at my folder and went like, “eh?!?!”&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and went like, “oh we’re together one”&lt;br /&gt;I was like, phewwwww&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised her folder stated “Bachelor of Communication”&lt;br /&gt;I was like, shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;And told her, “I took the wrong file!”&lt;br /&gt;I looked so dumb there I tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I continued to listen to the lecturers talking lar&lt;br /&gt;Do you know they have a DANCE CLUB!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, “I’M SO JOINING THAT CLUB!!”&lt;br /&gt;But apparently they have stuffs like latin and ballroom dancing that sort&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I’m not really sure, yet&lt;br /&gt;But I’m excited to know more&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after they finished talking, the Indian girl asked me for my name, I was like, kind stunned lar&lt;br /&gt;So I said, “ooooh! sorry sorry my name’s Sandra” and held out my hand to shake hers&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned back to my file and wanted to get up to change the folder&lt;br /&gt;I realised I didn’t ask for her name!!&lt;br /&gt;Like, how terrible can I get right?&lt;br /&gt;So I went like, “oh erm sorry, what’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;I could totally feel like face heating up and was blushing like mad&lt;br /&gt;So pai seh can!&lt;br /&gt;She answered, “Ashreena”&lt;br /&gt;I went like, “huh?!?! Ash what??” (it kinda sounded like, Ashweena but I wasn’t sure. sometimes I feel like banging my head to the wall)&lt;br /&gt;Then she spelled it our for me&lt;br /&gt;I blushed even more (honestly I don’t blush much, due to my super muka tembok besi-ness)&lt;br /&gt;Then they dismissed us for a break or something and we went out of the theatre for the toilet&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention my mom went into the theatre a while later I went in?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I thought it’d be embarrassing since it made me look like a standard one kid but I wasn’t at all&lt;br /&gt;In fact I was quite proud of what my mom did&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my mom, being her usual crazy self (yah I got the crazy genes from her)&lt;br /&gt;She went around telling Ashreena and a guy nearby she’s a student there too!&lt;br /&gt;The oldest one there, in fact&lt;br /&gt;After that my parents went to sit at a corner while we went around visiting the uni&lt;br /&gt;And another block and another block&lt;br /&gt;There are three buildings belonging to the uni and we have to take shuttle buses to move around the building to attend classes&lt;br /&gt;Leceh right&lt;br /&gt;So after walking around I got to know a guy, his name is errr…&lt;br /&gt;I really have a hard time remember his full name&lt;br /&gt;Chan “something” Chong&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to call him either “Chan” or “Chong”&lt;br /&gt;Or even “Chan Chong”&lt;br /&gt;He’s a really funny guy because he smiles a lot&lt;br /&gt;It’s like after he finishes one sentence, he smiles!&lt;br /&gt;So funny&lt;br /&gt;I actually asked him why he smiles so much but I can’t remember his answer&lt;br /&gt;So after all that&lt;br /&gt;I went to lunch with my parents and I brought them to SUBWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I first went to Subway in Singapore during the Heroes World Tour and Sara introduced it to me looong before they have franchises here in Malaysia and I fell in love with Subway immediately!&lt;br /&gt;I took the one foot long one because the 6 inches one is just not worth your money&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to my aunt’s house in Damansara but she and her husband were still out at work but my cousin Judy and her grandma and her cousin Enoch were home so we chatted with them a bit, but not with Enoch though&lt;br /&gt;After a while we went and visited my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents had to leave for Malacca because both my sisters had to be picked up by evening from tuition and bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;And then I couldn’t hold it&lt;br /&gt;I cried&lt;br /&gt;Like the sobbing kind&lt;br /&gt;My mom was like, “Sandra… don’t… do… that” in a sad kinda way&lt;br /&gt;Then she couldn’t hold it and she cried, too!&lt;br /&gt;That made me even more sad&lt;br /&gt;Then I hugged her and kept on crying more and more&lt;br /&gt;My dad looked at me sadly and he looked really sad too&lt;br /&gt;It almost seemed like he wanted to cry too…&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what to do right&lt;br /&gt;First time leaving home&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when it comes to Laura’s turn they won’t feel this sad&lt;br /&gt;Then my grandmother started crying too!&lt;br /&gt;I think I know where I got the cry baby genes from now&lt;br /&gt;Then after they left, I talked to my grandma&lt;br /&gt;A while later I tried hugging my pillows and smell them (it’s a silly habit of mine, I like to smell my pillows for God knows what reasons)&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised my pillows have lost its Malacca home smell!!&lt;br /&gt;I burst into tears again&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it’s like, so terrible&lt;br /&gt;Because my favourite smell is my pillows’ smell, besides food, of course, because pillows smell is like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I talk to my grandma half way and then I thought of my parents then I got tears in my eyes again&lt;br /&gt;I think might need some pills, instead of tahan-sakit one, I need tahan-air-mata one&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that night, my first night, I had troubles sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Normally when I can’t sleep, I smell my pillows just for the sake of smelling them&lt;br /&gt;So once or twice I forgot they have lost its smell&lt;br /&gt;I smelled them and I got disappointed, like so badly&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t sleep much at all&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I have a buddy, aka Emo Boy, to sms with til 3 or 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I mean can you imagine, I have to get up by 6 every friggin’ day so I can follow my uncle to work everyday so that I can take a bus from Damansara Uptown to uni&lt;br /&gt;And I slept for only less than 2 hours out of like 36 hours and I had to wake up to go to uni&lt;br /&gt;After that I didn’t sleep much again&lt;br /&gt;But on the second night, I had better sleep&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I was too tired!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay so anyway, on my second day in KL&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 6 as usual (second day only lar actually)&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin, who is not really that little actually, he’s only 14 but he’s one and a half head taller than me&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that he’s got taekwondo black belt&lt;br /&gt;Heehee&lt;br /&gt;Plus he’s won many many medals&lt;br /&gt;I feel safe lar when I’m with him&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he’s damn tall lor&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for the bus and when it finally arrives, I had few 10 dollars notes with me&lt;br /&gt;And the bus driver shooed me away!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was like so super shocked that someone actually did that to me&lt;br /&gt;I raised both my eyebrows and turned to walk away&lt;br /&gt;My cousin looked at me curiously too (he’s never taken a bus before)&lt;br /&gt;So I explained to him and we decided to walk over to a nearby 7 11 to buy something so we can get some small change&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting for the next bus, my uncle came over and he found out some dunno what bus stuffs which I didn’t really concentrate on listening anyway because everything sounded like physics and chemistry to me&lt;br /&gt;So the next bus came and I boarded it and I was sitting opposite this African guy and he totally looked like a student from HELP&lt;br /&gt;As the bus got nearer to the HELP building, I saw that African guy stood up, and so I did, too&lt;br /&gt;Then out of a sudden, a girl who was sitting right next to me all this while held up her hand and stopped me and told me it’s another stop&lt;br /&gt;I was like, whoaaaaa okay thanks&lt;br /&gt;She said that guy is probably going to another building&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned a bit because I was like, how on earth she knows where I’m going anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Later I realised she saw my orientation pack&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked her whether she’s a senior there in HELP, and which year she’s in&lt;br /&gt;She’s just started on her degree course&lt;br /&gt;I asked, “oh me too! so which course you’re taking?”&lt;br /&gt;She answered, “mass communication, how about you?”&lt;br /&gt;I said, “omg me too!! which one you taking???”&lt;br /&gt;And she went, “PR, you?”&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda bummed (I didn’t know why) and answered, “oh, media studies =(”&lt;br /&gt;Then we introduced ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Reshma (I know this name sounds like someone not really attractive, but really she is! She’s got the looongest eye lashes I’ve ever ever seen in my life! Real one, mind you! Around 1.5cm man! And her eyes, well, almost like Sara Nanthini’s eyes but much more fairer than Sara and she’s around my height)&lt;br /&gt;So we kinda talked and talked til we reached the place we supposed to gather at and then I met up with Ashreena and she found a friend too!&lt;br /&gt;And her name is Melanie, from JB too, just like Ashreena&lt;br /&gt;Later I found out Melanie came from SSI&lt;br /&gt;A school in between St Joseph (my dad’s old school) and SAB (dunno stands for what but my dad always makes fun of my mom’s old school, calling it Sekolah Anak Babi!! Hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;SSI is also Yvonne my cousin’s school and Ju Han’s and used to be Tse Hong and Jonathan Long and Ju Cia’s school&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I know useless info but anyway&lt;br /&gt;The world is so small lar sometimes it just seems&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for the talks and stuffs like that lar&lt;br /&gt;And the lecturers gave us a list of subjects we must take and also some not so compulsory subjects&lt;br /&gt;We went out and sat down to plan our time tables so we could be in the same classes and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Then a girl walked by hurriedly and asked whether we’ve seen her pencil case because we were sitting right behind her&lt;br /&gt;So I told her I saw it under her chair but I thought it was Reshma’s as Reshma was sitting directly behind her&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked us whether we’re planning our time tables and we answered yes so she asked us to wait for her because she wants to plan with us too!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she’s really really pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;Almost like Esther Low, but prettier&lt;br /&gt;And slightly shorter&lt;br /&gt;So later she sat down with us and she introduced herself as Christine&lt;br /&gt;I think she’s the most well groomed and prettiest among the few of us&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw a girl wearing sky high super shiny &lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; heels and she’s really pretty too&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the time table&lt;br /&gt;Some subjects there are groupings and some we can take and some we can’t because some are reserved for American Degree Program students&lt;br /&gt;OH!!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ADP students&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl, from St David’s one&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Yeo You Rui (I can remember useless names but not important things like what I did 5 minutes ago)&lt;br /&gt;One year my junior and well&lt;br /&gt;I recognise her but whenever I smile at her she gives me this really moody frown&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing that like almost 5 times but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m giving up&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay back to time table!!&lt;br /&gt;So we are supposed to “grab” the seats because some people prefer afternoon classes so they don’t have to get up early and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;And we had to rebut with the seniors who apparently know loads of short cuts in many stuffs than us&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer planned a slimy scheme with us&lt;br /&gt;Told us some tips and also that they actually let us register for our subjects and classes 24 hours ahead of other people, like an edge lar basically&lt;br /&gt;We were, of course very excited and happy lar&lt;br /&gt;We chose and registered the subjects we want to take for the first semester and choose our groupings and plan the time so that the time of our classes won’t clash lar&lt;br /&gt;But then the groupings we have to register online before 12 midnight (the time the seniors were allowed to register/grab their group)&lt;br /&gt;So I asked for permission from my cousin to use his laptop and created a HELP account&lt;br /&gt;Without looking much into the other simple details (because I was too kan cheong to grab the classes I want) I accidentally missed changing the default programme, ADP student to HUC (HELP University College) student&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and chose the courses then I realised something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Then only I realised I was categorized under ADP&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scream my lungs out because well, I read that it’s only a one time log in thing only!!&lt;br /&gt;I was like shit lar&lt;br /&gt;So never mind I chose the groupings like normal (the groupings of ADP and HUC students are the same)&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that the number of slots left for some groupings left very very little, and Reshma was having trouble registering her subjects in the uni’s registry, so basically she’s not even suppose to log in to sign up for groups!&lt;br /&gt;I called her and told I her I would do the signing up for groupings for her even though she hasn’t even register her subjects&lt;br /&gt;I had to do for her because she was out and I was afraid by the time she reaches home the slots might be all gone already&lt;br /&gt;Then we cannot be in the same class already!&lt;br /&gt;I logged out mine so I could create and account for her and hers turned out alright because I changed the default ADP student option and I managed to grab her some slots left&lt;br /&gt;I was panicking like mad because I was under ADP student category instead of HUC&lt;br /&gt;I tried signing in again and I managed to! (turns out I read wrongly!)&lt;br /&gt;Then I managed to click around and I… OMG… managed to change to HUC!!&lt;br /&gt;My cousin who was sitting behind me kept shaking my head because of my foolishness&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I guess that’s about it&lt;br /&gt;Then I had dinner with my relatives and I couldn’t sleep again that night!!&lt;br /&gt;I watched Project Runway til I sleep&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice episode&lt;br /&gt;I actually took 2 hours to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;AND I SLEPT 6 HOURS STRAIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Without waking up!!&lt;br /&gt;What a record man&lt;br /&gt;That’s the longest ever, in KL&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the way, my pillows totally lost their smell already =(&lt;br /&gt;Sob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-8292751950734156409?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/8292751950734156409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=8292751950734156409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8292751950734156409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/8292751950734156409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-finally-online-yayyyyy-anyway-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-1088378927907641019</id><published>2008-08-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:36:54.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m leaving in like less than 6 hours’ time and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing home already&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I will be able to sleep properly tonight&lt;br /&gt;My mom made me sit down and had a talk with me about leaving home&lt;br /&gt;I can SOOOOO tell she’s missing me and everything already&lt;br /&gt;She almost made me cry&lt;br /&gt;She said I must promise, no matter what, I must come back home to Malacca as often as possible&lt;br /&gt;Even if I got myself a job already or something&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;She said she has asked her twin brother to scold me when he sees I deserve some lectures&lt;br /&gt;And that I will not be allowed to go out whenever, wherever I want to =(&lt;br /&gt;Sad I know&lt;br /&gt;Well, what to do&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna stay with my uncle and his family long term, I suppose&lt;br /&gt;And between my mom and my dad’s families&lt;br /&gt;My mom’s family is the stricter one&lt;br /&gt;And if I don’t come back home for the weekend, I have to go to my grandparents’ house and teman them and cook for them&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;But my grandpa’s the most stubborn old man you could ever ever EVER meet&lt;br /&gt;I mean, as you know old people can be quite stubborn in general&lt;br /&gt;But this grandpa of mine, oh well…&lt;br /&gt;He always make me go speechless, and then laugh about it because he thinks it’s funny that he managed to make me shut my mouth because I got nothing to answer back to him&lt;br /&gt;But then again, he’s like the most loving grandpa ever&lt;br /&gt;I can’t compare with my other grandpa because I don’t know much about my paternal grandpa as he was always bedridden&lt;br /&gt;Also this stubborn grandpa of mine, he has problems walking around due to some leg injury (external one)&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd I don’t even know how to fully describe his stubborn-ess!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should continue packing and off the computer now&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I won’t be having my laptop with me til this Sunday =(&lt;br /&gt;I knowwwww&lt;br /&gt;So saddddd&lt;br /&gt;So you people better sms me or something&lt;br /&gt;Or else I might die&lt;br /&gt;And it would be all you people’s fault!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36940185-1088378927907641019?l=sandrawongmy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/feeds/1088378927907641019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36940185&amp;postID=1088378927907641019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1088378927907641019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36940185/posts/default/1088378927907641019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrawongmy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-leaving-in-like-less-than-6-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537843295929097000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gYty4mikCT0/SkyoP1ab33I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XulcO6Wwd3k/S220/daisy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36940185.post-5535463991144390769</id><published>2008-08-11T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:39:09.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking Tales'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;What am I doing these days?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I make cookie doughs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;No lar&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yes but like, when I’m bored, I make cookie doughs so when I get even even more bored, I roll them into cookies and push them into the oven so I can have cookies anytime&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And my mom is complaining that my cookie doughs are taking too much space in the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind, we have TWO refrigerators&lt;br /&gt;And we still don’t have enough space&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I’ve been experimenting on chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;I’m still searching for the ultimate bestest one!&lt;br /&gt;So if you terdapat/termakan some really lousy ones, I’m actually offering you so you can finish them off for me&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;Joking joking!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, here are some really funny “cookie” stories&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day Chia Yen came to my house and baked cookies&lt;br /&gt;So when her brother, Cookie (yes that’s his nickname, which is kinda like his own name already) came with their driver to pick her up, he got down from the car and my mom went and talked to him (fyi, he’s EXTREMELY adorable)&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how the conversation went&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mom: Hello little boy, what’s your name? Do you want a cookie?&lt;br /&gt;Cookie: Cookie (he was speaking really softly)&lt;br /&gt;My mom: What’s your name again?&lt;br /&gt;Cookie: Cookie&lt;br /&gt;My mom: There you go. So what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Cookie: Cookie&lt;br /&gt;My mom: HUH??? COOKIE??? That’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;Cookie: Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;So funny larrrrr&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at the side laughing like crazzzzzzzyyy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another one is about Mei Lyn&lt;br /&gt;So that day I baked some cookies for the badminton people&lt;br /&gt;The cookies I think it’s supposed to be soft dough cookies lar&lt;br /&gt;And the cookies were like, 
