<?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-2612829014216292022</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:36:38.001+08:00</updated><category term='malaysia'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='election'/><category term='stress'/><category term='waste'/><category term='brother'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='outsider'/><category term='hate'/><category term='simple'/><category term='Allah'/><category term='miss'/><category term='angry'/><category term='life'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='personality test'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='people'/><category term='words'/><category term='compose'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='workers'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>¿qué?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2712240917671844004</id><published>2012-02-11T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T20:40:40.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/3ahIig2fGck/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ahIig2fGck&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ahIig2fGck&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back for the weekend even though i just came back like 3 days ago. I just can't help it. Especially when mummy is baking or cooking. Yummy! Which sane person would not LOVE their mothers' cooking?! This time around is a cake in red. Have you guess what cake is it? Yes, the famous red velvet cake! Pictures? -coming soon- hopefully =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is official, my finals is in less than a month!!! Better hit the books quickly and hard. Please don't get me wrong. Keep in mind we are talking about study here, alright. Enough with the drama queen-ing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, a friend of mine got into an accident and has been admitted into the ICU. Hope he gets well soon. All of us in Tapah will be praying for him. Al-Fatiha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2712240917671844004?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2712240917671844004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2712240917671844004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2012/02/guys-im-back-for-weekend-even-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6730161374711022045</id><published>2012-01-22T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:53:12.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ClFFiMb8578/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClFFiMb8578&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClFFiMb8578&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head home for the weekend since there will be a short 4 day break since CNY festivity is in the air. Reached home around noon on a Saturday when i could have do so on a Friday evening. Unfortunately tickets were sold out for that day, so decided to just take with the Saturday train. Oh forgot to mention, i took the train back to KL. Last night was like a total break for me. It was time to be a couch potato after the past couple of weeks at the campus with all the classes, quizzes and activities going on. Managed to watch again the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); color: #333333; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); color: #333333; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;with Marsha. So, that's how i found out the song above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.699219); color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the 8-th&amp;nbsp;week of the second semester and I am currently at home for the weekend. Chinese New Year is literally around the corner! Would like to wish all those out there a Happy CNY. Plus it will be the year of the dragon. If you guys have been reading the newspaper, you are probably aware of how 'ong' the year of the dragon is. Anyway, we can always surf the internet to have a better understanding of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, a few of us were involved in a program for the current form 5 students of 4 schools located nearby our campus. We were divided to 3 groups; Modern Mathematics, Additional Mathematics and English Language. Guess which group was I in. English Language!&amp;nbsp;In the beginning, I was not confident in myself to actually help others out in this language as I, myself am not that great in it to begin with but let's just leave it there shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly, this was what went down for the entire 2 days program. It begins at 0800 after the participants had their breakfast, a lunch break in the afternoon and ends at around 1700 to 1800 with a simple closing ceremony. Alhamdulillah everything went well and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves sharing the little knowledge that we have learned with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A good teacher does not only teaches the students but also learn from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6730161374711022045?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6730161374711022045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6730161374711022045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/decided-to-head-home-for-weekend-since.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-858546121615805006</id><published>2011-12-21T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:12:03.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aristotle, a Greek philosopher once said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Anyone can become angry - that is easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but to be angry with the &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;right person&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;right degree&lt;/span&gt; and at the&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; right time&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; right purpose&lt;/span&gt; and in the &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;right way&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is not within everybody's power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and is not easy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-858546121615805006?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/858546121615805006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/858546121615805006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/aristotle-greek-philosopher-once-said.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2162679435625898577</id><published>2011-11-27T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:45:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there! It has been awhile since the last post, right? Anyway, I won't be blabbing much tonight since I have a train to catch early tomorrow morning. Yup, back to campus. Marsha is by my side currently. I am now introducing her to Matluthfi. He has nice videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/8ZHL2xdQ1XY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZHL2xdQ1XY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZHL2xdQ1XY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Marsha seems to be enjoying his clips. Hope you do too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2162679435625898577?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2162679435625898577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2162679435625898577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-there-it-has-been-awhile-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8478475721830585732</id><published>2011-11-22T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:37:30.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Keep your eyes on the &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;, and your feet on the &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="big" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/t/theodore_roosevelt.html"&gt;Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8478475721830585732?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8478475721830585732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8478475721830585732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-your-eyes-on-stars-and-your-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6778367701367600408</id><published>2011-11-20T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T09:49:47.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there! the time has come for me to return to the place of study. tomorrow the second semester will commence. whoa, you say? time do fly pass really fast. just this time I'll be returning with a slightly different look and a tan! yup a tan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just got back from pankgor island (perak) last night. it was a beautiful small island. not as small as pulau kapas (terengganu) but not as big as pulau langkawi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ayah for a great get away trip!!! anyway, i have to get going. have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrc1wVmJCyU/TshcCBTu6QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/U5vmeAbn31I/s1600/DSCN0671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrc1wVmJCyU/TshcCBTu6QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/U5vmeAbn31I/s320/DSCN0671.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;marsha and ayah, snorkling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ol-a0GMJNJU/Tshb7qoMHdI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xv04GAfOVuI/s1600/DSCN0675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ol-a0GMJNJU/Tshb7qoMHdI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xv04GAfOVuI/s320/DSCN0675.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;haris, marsha, sarah and nadiah, cycling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WPzeHtSOpQ/Tshb3kIQ8II/AAAAAAAAAho/LExkD8lqd1Q/s1600/DSCN0682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WPzeHtSOpQ/Tshb3kIQ8II/AAAAAAAAAho/LExkD8lqd1Q/s320/DSCN0682.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sunset at pangkor island, nadiah snapped it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6778367701367600408?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6778367701367600408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6778367701367600408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-there-time-has-come-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrc1wVmJCyU/TshcCBTu6QI/AAAAAAAAAh4/U5vmeAbn31I/s72-c/DSCN0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-870188861218460344</id><published>2011-11-15T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:30:24.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/VwbasDR0WYg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwbasDR0WYg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwbasDR0WYg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Classes are about to start next Monday. Thus, I won't be able to update this blog ever so frequently (like I ever do =P). A note to self, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;be thankful for even the small moments because they are precious too you know&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, have I told you that about my previous semester result. It was good least to say. Al﻿hamdulillah made the&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; D.L. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my parents (and family) as well as my lecturers (and friends). Again, thank YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9aDUYaVaBc/TsJ0kFB-GbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3bWnU9IVjp8/s1600/IMG-20111102-00115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9aDUYaVaBc/TsJ0kFB-GbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3bWnU9IVjp8/s200/IMG-20111102-00115.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above was my mum's birthday cake. We made it ourselves. Actually it was more to Nadiah. Since she loves to bake so much, she was happy to bake one for mummy. What flavour do you think it is? Hm.... chocolate? vanilla? Nope. It is actually a mixture of &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;. Tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A thought for tonight. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Who was the teenager me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good night or shall I say selamat malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-870188861218460344?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/870188861218460344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/870188861218460344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/classes-are-about-to-start-next-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9aDUYaVaBc/TsJ0kFB-GbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3bWnU9IVjp8/s72-c/IMG-20111102-00115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-3777377838761735083</id><published>2011-11-10T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:14:26.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the nicest part about losing yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is the &lt;br /&gt;actual journey to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rediscovering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrTen2UIVL0/TrtdS8FoIHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K974HttKwds/s1600/wink.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrTen2UIVL0/TrtdS8FoIHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K974HttKwds/s1600/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-3777377838761735083?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3777377838761735083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3777377838761735083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-know-nicest-part-about-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrTen2UIVL0/TrtdS8FoIHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/K974HttKwds/s72-c/wink.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1557729712128654824</id><published>2011-11-09T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:24:22.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided to change the entire blog's appearance. so here it is. tadaa! school is about to end for nadiah, marsha and haris. on the other hand, school is about to start for me in a couple of weeks. so much for a break =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, there was a programme that featured a huge construction in khazakhstan. it is about a tent that has a tropical temperature inside, even though it is below freezing point outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time since i post anything. have to get the writing juice flowing again. below is a picture computer-ly painted by someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwCsp1nugKY/TrpS66yIZbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/04YHqw0p_vo/s1600/20110423221400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwCsp1nugKY/TrpS66yIZbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/04YHqw0p_vo/s320/20110423221400.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1557729712128654824?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1557729712128654824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1557729712128654824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-decided-to-change-entire-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwCsp1nugKY/TrpS66yIZbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/04YHqw0p_vo/s72-c/20110423221400.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4805577082196837053</id><published>2011-11-03T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:23:17.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's a rare occurrence of me to type in the morning. this is because i have nothing much to do (or do i?). anyway, last night there were 3 movies showing on the television, simultaneously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKAPNjkJB88/TrHd3espomI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-PfDf7artg0/s1600/tt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKAPNjkJB88/TrHd3espomI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-PfDf7artg0/s320/tt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an awesome movie. even though the setting was really simple but there was more to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYT1iPXpy4g/TrHd6XcDtUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/tnWnOeSiDWw/s1600/tt2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qYT1iPXpy4g/TrHd6XcDtUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/tnWnOeSiDWw/s1600/tt2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back to the future (pass actually) i wonder why did i liked it so much back then?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAXFaEU6bJg/TrHd715J0MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/e3VbtwNXY3c/s1600/tt3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QAXFaEU6bJg/TrHd715J0MI/AAAAAAAAAgs/e3VbtwNXY3c/s1600/tt3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another chick flick&amp;nbsp; ; D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4805577082196837053?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4805577082196837053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4805577082196837053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-morning-its-rare-occurrence-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKAPNjkJB88/TrHd3espomI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-PfDf7artg0/s72-c/tt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7264789222394835753</id><published>2011-09-03T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:47:18.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Eid' everyone!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-we-imxOrAIo/TmG4AYEd1wI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kJRNdTUml4Y/s1600/raya2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-we-imxOrAIo/TmG4AYEd1wI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kJRNdTUml4Y/s320/raya2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p/s check out this personality test&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_emotional_are_you_1"&gt; site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7264789222394835753?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7264789222394835753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7264789222394835753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-eid-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-we-imxOrAIo/TmG4AYEd1wI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/kJRNdTUml4Y/s72-c/raya2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7520293399681252724</id><published>2011-08-06T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:25:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the 6th of Ramadhan. a few more weeks until raya ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7520293399681252724?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7520293399681252724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7520293399681252724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-is-6th-of-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1036019315859005709</id><published>2011-07-19T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:12:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/T3gw0IdaRuo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3gw0IdaRuo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T3gw0IdaRuo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1036019315859005709?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1036019315859005709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1036019315859005709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-552500857200130925</id><published>2011-06-01T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:51:16.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys! this is my second week in university. yes, no college. straight into university. my campus is in tapah, perak. it is a super new place. loveeeeeeeeee it! especially the toilet. clean as it can be. i had no class last week because it was orientation week. most of the time was 'taklimat' regarding stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the second day of the second week i am here (of course with a trip home in the weekend) =D&lt;br /&gt;right now is suppose to be computer science program. since the lecturer is not in, we (the class) are allowed to use the pc to our hearts' delight. except for social networks. which i don't really mind. i have to admit, being here is a little tough since the only possible place we can access the internet properly is in the computer lab(s). the wi-fi connection elsewhere is not so strong. unless you bring along your own broadband and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am. in the computer lab typing away with no facebook access whatsoever.&amp;nbsp; dah la i tak bawa a single storybook pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;torture!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i need storybooks!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;please!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-552500857200130925?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/552500857200130925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/552500857200130925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-guys-this-is-my-second-week-in.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-900532332839407560</id><published>2011-05-17T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T09:10:57.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post was due yesterday. nevermind it is the thought that counts right? so i would like to say thank you to the teachers who tought me throughout my schooling years. this post is dedicated to my school teachers from :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. tadika q-dees masputri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;2. sk bukit kuchai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;3. sk seri indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;4. sk seksyen 1 bk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. smk seksyen 4 bk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;6. smk damansara utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and not to forget my tuition teachers from :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1. meridian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;2. success score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;3. martin (best EVER!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooOrmITENE8/TdI6lJmq0iI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mOvl1ya_qnw/s1600/imagesCAMLFKJM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooOrmITENE8/TdI6lJmq0iI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mOvl1ya_qnw/s320/imagesCAMLFKJM.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-900532332839407560?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/900532332839407560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/900532332839407560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-post-was-due-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooOrmITENE8/TdI6lJmq0iI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mOvl1ya_qnw/s72-c/imagesCAMLFKJM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4057700264881648195</id><published>2011-05-16T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:02:58.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most hypermarkets are crowded during the weekends. especially after noon. we usually go there before noon. the vegetable area is the most crowded area i think. the queue to get the vegetable weight and label was long. since only 2 out of 4 was opened at the moment. as i was waiting for my turn, a lady came front the front with the hope of being before me. i was like, no way. just because you are older doesn't make you can do so. it is not like you are super old who can't stand very long. even the nenek in front of me was waiting patiently for her turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was standing very very very near to me. it is so annoying. then i remembered i have a weapon right in her face. my hair!!! hehehe, curly hair in a bun = a not so tidy bush right in the face. take that! in the end i was served before her. thank you counter lady =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small thing actually ruins a person's day. fortunately for, i was able to laugh it off. for your information, the lady that tried to jump queue was a mother. no, i am not saying all mothers do so. my point is, as mother, she should have set a good example. how do i know she is a mother? her kids were right beside her. kids being kids they pick up really quickly. just make sure they pick up the positives&amp;nbsp;only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am typing this, i am waiting for the mara result. I'm guessing the website is loaded with students who want to know their results. hopefully I'll get it. besides that I'm also waiting for my driving instructor to pick me up for my 2nd jpj test. it is my 2nd because, i&amp;nbsp;have to re-do the circuit. wish me all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4057700264881648195?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4057700264881648195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4057700264881648195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/most-hypermarkets-are-crowded-during.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5855693216049954764</id><published>2011-05-09T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:39:01.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/Xc4_ttcifVQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xc4_ttcifVQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xc4_ttcifVQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as i was randomly playing the music player, this song started to play. i was like .....? where did it come from? when? cus' i don't remember uploading or downloading this song for a matter of fact. turns out it automatically upload itself from my previous phone while i plug it into the computer. this used to be my ringtone. the beginning of the song&amp;nbsp;is different from the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5855693216049954764?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5855693216049954764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5855693216049954764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-i-was-randomly-playing-music-player.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-643254283152080757</id><published>2011-05-08T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:23:40.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lamS4qNM6rc/TcZ9EqOhLMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FMjXVzGuKSw/s1600/happy-mothers-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lamS4qNM6rc/TcZ9EqOhLMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FMjXVzGuKSw/s320/happy-mothers-day.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-643254283152080757?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/643254283152080757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/643254283152080757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lamS4qNM6rc/TcZ9EqOhLMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/FMjXVzGuKSw/s72-c/happy-mothers-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7204738652357483057</id><published>2011-05-07T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:02:05.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/BzE1mX4Px0I/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzE1mX4Px0I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzE1mX4Px0I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys. for nadiah's birthday, i decided to make a simple jelly for dessert.since i don't cook much, the instructions behind the packet box was really helpful. btw, it is a strawberry flavoured jelly. to top it off, i added small pieces of fresh apple and orange in it. hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, today is the result day for utp and upu. lets start with utp first, shall we? it turns out that utp result will only be announced the next day, which will be this morning since i am currently writing (or actually typing) this article in the middle of the midnight. anyway, it will only be know at 8.00 am later. lots more hours to wait. till then lets go to sleep. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second one, upu, is more of local institutes. the one that i applied for was Uitm for a programme related to ... which is tough to get into in the first place due to the huge number of applicants and the limited sits. alhamdullilah i got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end this article i would like to share with you guys what i sort of know about a couple of people's fav colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;justin bieber ---&amp;gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bruno mars ---&amp;gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7204738652357483057?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7204738652357483057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7204738652357483057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7231788311436391583</id><published>2011-05-05T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:39:59.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is specially dedicated to my beloved sister, nadiah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95y_5h4NlQE/TcI1IJDkunI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZlVYBYFpDdM/s1600/Marsha%2527s++eyes+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95y_5h4NlQE/TcI1IJDkunI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZlVYBYFpDdM/s320/Marsha%2527s++eyes+009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7231788311436391583?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7231788311436391583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7231788311436391583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-post-is-especially-dedicated-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95y_5h4NlQE/TcI1IJDkunI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZlVYBYFpDdM/s72-c/Marsha%2527s++eyes+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1683382388030656685</id><published>2011-05-04T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:31:33.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you guys hear about a Malaysian comedy show (more of a competition) called &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;raja lawak&lt;/span&gt;. this year, there is a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;maharaja lawak&lt;/span&gt;. where all of the winners from the previous raja lawak compete against one another. below are the clips of one of the contestants. enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;as we all know, yesterday, 1st may was a&amp;nbsp;public holiday because it was labours' day. parents were given a day off. no make it 3. include saturday and sunday. hehehe. after being the a potato couch for almost the enire weekend, we, the sibs and i decided to go out with our dad yesterday. first, we headed to mph to get m &amp;amp; h's spooks story books. in the beginning only m's like to read the series. later on, h's decided to give one a try (finally). he loved it! not like it. from there on the ball kept rolling and he is looking forward to finish the series. if i'm not mistaken, there is 6 or 7 in that series. spooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;later on, we went for ice skating!!! that last time we, the sibs &amp;amp; i were there was more than a year ago. i was expecting the rink to be full of people but not that last night. yihaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bQS8i5BxsM/Tb98hHEpasI/AAAAAAAAAfs/85MsAZuf6so/s1600/g1+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bQS8i5BxsM/Tb98hHEpasI/AAAAAAAAAfs/85MsAZuf6so/s320/g1+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4040273455678040004?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4040273455678040004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4040273455678040004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-we-all-know-yesterday-1st-may-was.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bQS8i5BxsM/Tb98hHEpasI/AAAAAAAAAfs/85MsAZuf6so/s72-c/g1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1126259109856856612</id><published>2011-05-02T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:12:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/3ZwwtM8a8ww/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZwwtM8a8ww&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZwwtM8a8ww&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1126259109856856612?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1126259109856856612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1126259109856856612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5467692250565052552</id><published>2011-04-29T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:24:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here come's my &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;MARA interview&lt;/span&gt; experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was on&amp;nbsp;28th april -&amp;nbsp;9 am. i went there with my mom. we were quite early. it was stated be there at least 30 minutes earlier. unfortunately, for the fear of being stuck in a traffic jam, we were there 1 hour earlier. it was in a mall. ALL of the shops were still closed. oh well.... no window shopping. back to the interview, shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we had nothing much to do, we just grabed a couple of chairs and sat. i applied for this particular course which not many people apply. thus, the mall was pretty empty compared to other days .... medic, accounting, engineering etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 8.30 am the registration counter was opened. two ladies were there. one&amp;nbsp;with a notebook and the other one with lots of participants' tag. i got panel D number 4. all the way up on the third floor. we (other candidates and i) waited for a while outside of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time came. all nervously walked into the room. it was a big room. we had to build a spaghetti bridge withing 30 min. once done, a weight of 500g was placed on the bridge. not even a second, the bridge collapsed. nvm, it was not the most important thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we had to line up against the wall again. they asked each of us a question. only 1. that's it. the interview lasted for around an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5467692250565052552?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5467692250565052552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5467692250565052552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-comes-my-mara-interview-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5215936078115093360</id><published>2011-04-22T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T00:01:23.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there. i just thought of sharing my &lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;petronas eduquest camp 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; experience. it was a 2days 1 night programme. the camp was held UTP in tronoh, perak. since it is a long drive from home, we went there a day earlier and stayed at one of plenty home stays available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1st day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;started at&amp;nbsp;8am. registration and briefing in the morning. after lunch, all of the applicants had to hand in their certified documents (app form, ic, certs etc). after dinner was the first test. finished around 10.30 pm. right after that, we were informed of which group we will be in the next day. just follow the people in charge and you should be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2nd day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;started at 7am. notice it is an hour earlier? anyway, most of us got up way earlier than that. so it wasn't much of a problem. thanks to the crazy tummy butterflies. xD according to last night list, we were divided into 4 main groups. a, b, c, and d. i was in group b. which meant a morning interview session and evening test&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so that was the formal thing. now comes my personal&amp;nbsp; personal experience. a few days before i left, i managed to read a few people's experience for the same camp. they were certainly helpful. no doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;here are some of the 'tips'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-read up on the course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-review again spm mt &amp;amp; sc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-the interview is in english&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;here is what i found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-roughly know about what you want course to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-and why that particular course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-mt? inclusive of additional math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-sc? only physics and chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-most of the time. depends on your lucky star cus' my room mate had her interview in malay. depends&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the interviewer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;best of luck to those who are selected for this camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5215936078115093360?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5215936078115093360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5215936078115093360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-364942551424425942</id><published>2011-04-14T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:41:30.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing striped  icebergs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icebergs in Lake Michigan  sometimes have stripes, formed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;layers of  snow that react to different conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue stripes are often created  when a crevice in the ice sheet&lt;br /&gt;fills up with melt water and freezes so  quickly that no bubbles form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an iceberg falls into the lake, a  layer of water can&lt;br /&gt;freeze to the underside. If this is rich in algae, it can  form a&lt;br /&gt;green stripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown, black and yellow lines are caused by  sediment, picked up&lt;br /&gt;when the ice sheet grinds downhill towards the  lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="435" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=9&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=9&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a1.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_0b735792e0ce22d70b4bcbb8f589557eb9f2c5cdcf432612eba8acd1bd66c7d7&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="430" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=0&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=0&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a2.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_babe481e791393858278824fcc4740e3c15fe940d22d7c3f8b289e807b2e947c&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="800" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=8&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=8&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a3.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_00eefb1c6d61cfd53649c1437430f986ac2913dd8395ed0abbd0ae6b2c8dc588&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="582" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen  Wave Pixs - Nature is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water froze the instant the wave broke  through the&lt;br /&gt;ice. That's what it is like in Lake Michigan where it is  the&lt;br /&gt;coldest weather in decades Water freezes the instant&lt;br /&gt;it comes in  contact with the air. The temperature of the&lt;br /&gt;water is already some degrees  below freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at how the wave froze in  mid-air!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=4&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=4&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a4.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_37d488b39a6374180bac9cf310997d224e4e8efc345f9b9b3e7ad5dc734d86a6&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=5&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=5&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a5.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_771d46a8347b9490052e2aa9dc3fcfc125afb81eae7f07c7ed91d5dec0fa23d1&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=6&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=6&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a6.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_de488863cdfb67cca728935a5b4b0434e47235aa4242a9a6317f012419be09b7&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=3&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=3&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a7.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_458ec024518742c3f76b0f720e45a31b2218e2e235bedc5af64702bda5a02cc4&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=7&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=7&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a8.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_5d0f5a783d89048c9aacb766bef7efd380d8bb10edf7f50d24e90b5f431f2223&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=3b09fd44-65cd-11e0-a595-00215ad73f2a&amp;amp;attindex=2&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=2&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a9.3359487272%40web28615.mail.ukl.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Thu%2c%2014%20Apr%202011%2006%3a38%3a29%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_3b5de579c78e95db5c00e97c764df91a00ec29f7803367974361fdfaaef5e964&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having  the Internet means that we get to see something&lt;br /&gt;that we never imagined! 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-364942551424425942?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/364942551424425942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/364942551424425942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/04/amazing-striped-icebergs-icebergs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7577065736376280632</id><published>2011-04-11T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T08:42:25.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hey there guys. the weather has been hot and cold. cold and hot. hot and cold. pretty unpredictable isn't it? so right now i am currently reading a book tittled "THE LIFE OF MUHAMMAD" written by MUHAMMAD HUSAYN HAYKAL and translated by ISMAIL RAJI AL-FARUQI for i don't speak Arabic. in the beginning i find the book to be another ordinary book for most of the stories in the beginning was quiet familiar. as a Muslim i was brought up with those stories since young. let it be from direct conversation or reading. anyway, as i continue to read the&amp;nbsp; book i discovered more and more events that took place during Muhammad's (s.a.w) life. for example the ta'if war. how the Muslim troops were outnumbered but manage to gain victory. until here for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiDjWfpbsYs/TaJHsNKLkVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Flmg384mLFk/s1600/ss1+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiDjWfpbsYs/TaJHsNKLkVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Flmg384mLFk/s320/ss1+001.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7f_P7m07yI/TaJIDEd_8SI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NazuopSLF94/s1600/mh+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7f_P7m07yI/TaJIDEd_8SI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NazuopSLF94/s320/mh+001.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;lately, the whole family has been busy de-cluttering the house. since we got a new shelf, we happily brought down all the story books that were stuff in the upper cupboard ever since we moved to this house. the were tonnes. since not all the books can fit into the shelf, we had to give away some of the books. actually... banyak juga la. most of the books are young girls book. like kittens, fairies, magics etc. while doing so i happened to found the 2 images above stuck in between papers. according to marsha, they did the second one as so because they were playing csi. thus, they need gloves. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7577065736376280632?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7577065736376280632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7577065736376280632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-there-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiDjWfpbsYs/TaJHsNKLkVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Flmg384mLFk/s72-c/ss1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5862111553086041188</id><published>2011-04-05T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:17:05.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am pretty sure all of us either like the mother more OR the dad more. which one are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is easy for me for my choice is the&amp;nbsp;one who has been there when i was happy and sad. confident and insecure. busy and free. my mom. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother's day is coming in one month. have you guys plan anything for that day? i'm just starting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaJYTTcltnE/TZqiPgYhdWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kgp8hDYisJA/s1600/mmmm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VaJYTTcltnE/TZqiPgYhdWI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kgp8hDYisJA/s320/mmmm.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5862111553086041188?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7643492604069949524</id><published>2011-03-31T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:39:33.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the 3rd driving lesson. weee! every time i reach home, i thank Allah for delivering me back home safely. =) for now i know how serious it is to be SERIOUS ON THE ROAD. besides that, i finally finished an essay with mummy's help of course. phew. wish me all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7643492604069949524?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7643492604069949524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7643492604069949524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-there-today-was-3rd-driving-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5132711618334613008</id><published>2011-03-25T10:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:09:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey there!spm result was out a couple of days ago. guess what my result is? anyway, since then i have been trying very hard to apply for various scholarships. unfortunately, some companies do not accept (A-) when they mean a certain minimum numbers of a's. they only accept (A+) and (A). then, why again is there the third a grade when not all accept all three types of a? it is so frustrating knowing that i am only one grade away to qualify. it is really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just came back from school today. i wanted to apply for the LCCI international qualification which will allow me to skip certain acount papers in college/university. i got an A for accounts. hooray!!! i never thought that i will get an A but i did it. plus i got grade 1 for LCCI. oh yeah baby! a more proper way is, alhamdulillah hirabbil'alamin. i would like to thank my parents, especially mummy for always being there. even when i was not confident in myself. i love you lots mummy!!! i also want to thank all of my teachers, both school and tuition. without your guidence i would not have made it today. last but not least, my friends.....especially farhi, rebecca, rasyeedah,&amp;nbsp;syafiqah, syamimie, saliza. thank YOU guys again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my first practical driving lesson yesterday. i though it was going to be okey. it was in the beginning. he sat me in the car for around half an hour at the centre. so that i can get familiar with the gear. got that down. later the real lesson begin. time to drive myself including theinstructor, home. it was a bad timing. lots of cars were on the road despite after lunch hour rush. but one thing that i am super worried right now, is not able to master the proper timing to brake, yet. i hope with more practice i will get better at it and pass the jpj driving test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQLavT7YhwRSmHVeauj9N-WIhjujYY10ODhrfBzOpn7WrkCaJUVPQ" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="rg_hi" data-height="183" data-width="275" height="183" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQLavT7YhwRSmHVeauj9N-WIhjujYY10ODhrfBzOpn7WrkCaJUVPQ" style="height: 183px; width: 275px;" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum rolls* my spm result is X a's and 1(B+). here is one of my fav quotes from michael buble, "it is a new dawn, it is a new day, it is a new life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="239" data-width="190" height="239" id="rg_hi" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRDJ26WL_ugmrLT431US1PLO-bGklZgy6j7FhXRTs7eb3oEMMCSLR7ODSg" style="height: 239px; width: 190px;" width="190" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deng' he looks so cute!!!!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5132711618334613008?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5132711618334613008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5132711618334613008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/03/hey-there-spm-result-was-out-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7611088508861569851</id><published>2011-03-23T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:36:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d-day has come. spm result will be out soon. i am freaking nervous now. below are a couple of paints i did in the previous days. wish me all the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_mGbd5yWyHk/TYlOF8CRoRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/snlaHHJ0B0c/s1600/my+pink+ride.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_mGbd5yWyHk/TYlOF8CRoRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/snlaHHJ0B0c/s400/my+pink+ride.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B9CR8xDCw2k/TYlN_NwFyWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/sQmiu9EKhXM/s1600/20110322172310.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B9CR8xDCw2k/TYlN_NwFyWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/sQmiu9EKhXM/s400/20110322172310.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7611088508861569851?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7611088508861569851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7611088508861569851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/03/d-day-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_mGbd5yWyHk/TYlOF8CRoRI/AAAAAAAAAfc/snlaHHJ0B0c/s72-c/my+pink+ride.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-375738052250424596</id><published>2011-03-11T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:19:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o-m-g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spm result is coming out on 23rd march! which is next next Wednesday. now the butterflies in my tummy is going nuts. the date is much later than the previous years' date. last year was on 12th of march. never mind anyway vus' our exam started later than usual last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt to cook my first vegetable soup last night. to me, it is one step closer to be good at cooking. except that, mummy had to add extra salt. i always put too little salt in any thing i cook. besides that, accidentally overdid with the black peppers. there was extra kick that night. hehehe. black pepper is not that bad actually. if you are like me, not a fan of chillis, then black pepper is the way to go. yeeha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to kina grannis - valentine. i wanted to post the video here. unfortunately it won't let me do so. =( besides that i want a few videos from the jubilee. they are striving are making videos for good causes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-375738052250424596?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/375738052250424596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/375738052250424596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-m-g-spm-result-is-coming-out-on-23rd.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1424287264513616860</id><published>2011-03-07T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:32:36.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently taking a short brake from cleaning up the house. only left to sweep, arrange the stuffs and fold the laundry. looks like a bit more, right? it will take sometime. my father and i went to borders yesterday. i wanted to find an algebra book. you know the ollege level sort of thing. unfortunately, there were only pre-algebra and algebra II. looks like i will have to search the book at other book stores. spm result is coming out soon. ahhhhhh! hope i get good results (in my terms).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1424287264513616860?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1424287264513616860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1424287264513616860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/03/currently-taking-short-brake-from.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-3879777170861937170</id><published>2011-03-03T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:16:56.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is afternoon now. just finished cleaning up the house and it seems like it is going to rain today. yay another good day to take a nap. besides writing this post, i am also checking my e-mail for new messages. have you guys heard of the song &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;beauty in ugly - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. i think it is a really nice song. even if my mum disagrees with it. from my point of view, the line beauty in ugly not necessarily imply to looks. it could be any unfortunate event. here is the lyric to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's so big hearted, &lt;br /&gt;but not so remarkable&lt;br /&gt;just an ordinary humble girl&lt;br /&gt;expecting nothing as we're made to think &lt;br /&gt;its a pretty person's world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you are beautiful and you better go show it&lt;br /&gt;go look again, &lt;br /&gt;you gotta be true to your own&lt;br /&gt;if you really wanna go to the top&lt;br /&gt;do you really wanna win?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't believe in living normal, just to satisfy demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you wanna get free&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna get smart for the sake of your heart and all&lt;br /&gt;you should own your name and stand up tall&lt;br /&gt;and get real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and see the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you are fresh, you're face is fabulous&lt;br /&gt;don't forget you're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;when nobody is checking the deeds you've done &lt;br /&gt;and nobody is hearing your cries&lt;br /&gt;you make all of the fashion statements &lt;br /&gt;just by dressing up your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you wanna get free&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna get smart for the sake of your heart and all&lt;br /&gt;you should own your name and stand up tall&lt;br /&gt;and get real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and see the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;and see the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if you wanna get free&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna get smart for the sake of your heart and oh&lt;br /&gt;you should own your name and stand up tall&lt;br /&gt;and get real and see the beauty in ugly&lt;br /&gt;see the beauty in a ugly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-3879777170861937170?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3879777170861937170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3879777170861937170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-is-afternoon-now.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4935889052939266419</id><published>2011-03-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:31:53.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i have been doing nothing much lately." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is like the most &lt;br /&gt;common thing i keep saying these days. anyway, i just got back from the dentist. no, it is not about my teeth. instead it is about marsha's braces. i hope you are well aware that ALL who do use it have to go and see the dentist monthly. besides to get the metal strips tighten, she also got to change the coloures rubbers. last time, she wore green ones. this time she decided to go for a shade of blue. pretty sweet i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, also managed to help haris with his malay literature homework. i helped him to scan the words and of course, saveee it. =) finally, i know how to use the scanner. all this while&amp;nbsp; i only know how to print. period. wohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have been checking this blog from time to time. it seems that i have many visitors. first of all i would like to thank all those who 'sanggup' spent the time to read the contents. it is nothing much really. just small pieces of my ordinary life. thank you all once again. i hope that you enjoy reading the posts. =) &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;feliz lectura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;p/s sometimes you would find words from other languages besides english in this site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4935889052939266419?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4935889052939266419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4935889052939266419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-been-doing-nothing-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-3448390905456975932</id><published>2011-02-27T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:59:50.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a long day yesterday was. i was up by 7 am to wait for mr.yew to pick me up. mr.yew is the head of the driving school i am attending. yesterday was the 6 hours class. they divide the class into 2 parts. in the first part, the&amp;nbsp;sir explained the basic car parts and what the upcoming test consist of. after a short brake the second part commensed. the students were split into a prre-determined group and were assigned an instructor. my group consist of another 6 girls. the instructor was kind enough to put ALL of us behind the wheel for the first time. even though he literally took control of the steering wheel the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the first step to do before driving a car?&lt;br /&gt;step into the driver seat with your left leg first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hahaha. i know it is a lame joke i just made up. well, at least i made the effort to humour my readers. not every one is born to be a professional joker right away. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;back to the story.... my turn came. keep in mind that the students here learn to drive manual cars only. thus the presense of the &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;CLUTCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;!!!! we are suppose to press the clutch first when starting the engine right..... and then realese it slowly so the car can move. unfortunately, i let go of the clutch too soon. the engine died. so i tried again and failed. luckily third time is the charm =D hooray!! my first time in a driver seat &lt;strike&gt;beside a go kart's driver seat la.&lt;/strike&gt; the was a small slope and we went on it. there is a wayyyy bigger slope for the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when the session was over, we all had to wait until at least hour 1600 to check out. if not our record will be erase automatically. having nothing to do, ashley and i went and talk to hema and brenda. actually ashley is the one who inroduced me to them. there was also yi teng if i am not mistaken. so we talked and talked and what else.... talked until time to check out. reached home later in the evening. going to get my L soon. hiphip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about an hour later, back in the car. there was a reunion of seksyen 1 school. the last time most of us saw each other was around 5 years ago. looooooooong time ago. we had our dinner at a restaurant call D' Tasek Seafood &amp;amp; Restaurant. the food was awesome. before i go any further, i would like to thanks to the organisers who took the effort who held the event last night. by the way, i saw a huge lizard lying beside the lake. at a glance it looked like a crocodile, then again why would there be a crocodile in a place like that. after eating&amp;nbsp;we played&amp;nbsp;a few games and had our dessert. -FIN-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-3448390905456975932?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3448390905456975932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3448390905456975932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-long-day-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7422486096635716535</id><published>2011-02-22T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:55:29.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehehe.... it has been quite awhile since the last post. just updated the profile with a few of narnia soundtracks on the left hand side. besides&amp;nbsp;that, just lazing around at home as most high school leaver would be doing now. almost done with the book tittle N or M? phew... i can move on to other books soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://drc.usask.ca/projects/eng803/heather/images/books1.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" id="imgb" src="http://drc.usask.ca/projects/eng803/heather/images/books1.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7422486096635716535?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7422486096635716535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7422486096635716535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/02/hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6686196814979235473</id><published>2011-02-18T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:12:58.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i went for my first ang pow hunting yesterday. i was so much fun. there were 12 of us initally. the number later fluctuated from time to time. all of us had to gether at maple's house in the morning. &lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180750_10150094465034236_805544235_5964652_6592132_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thus, the first official house is grace's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180326_10150094462584236_805544235_5964589_1363944_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/168930_10150094462699236_805544235_5964591_3640411_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second place was lee ann's place. some of us manage to play mahjong. want to see how it went?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/169094_10150094464384236_805544235_5964636_6602962_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182866_10150094464819236_805544235_5964647_6365089_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while the others played a card game called blauf. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182028_10150094453534236_805544235_5964401_7587130_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;group shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next stop, katherine's place. we meet fang hao (the cute graduated little puppyyyy )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180515_10150094454229236_805544235_5964409_176436_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the following house is rae's place. there more people there than when we started. we also managed to snap our private group shot. olala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/167998_10150094455499236_805544235_5964436_2151019_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/181610_10150094454749236_805544235_5964417_3503210_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now is elaine's turn.  we had lots of fun there. the first thing we saw as soon as we step into her place was a TRAMPOLIN. weeee. near to it was a treadmill. the boys even gave a go on it. phew.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182242_10150094455914236_805544235_5964441_6303163_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last but not least, maple's house. unfortunately, i had leave early and miss meeting her mom. you know for what. jengjengjeng. no lah. of course to show respect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180877_10150094455999236_805544235_5964443_3335078_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f.y.i we made a deal to snap at least 2 pictures at every house we visited. hence the pictures beneath every short notes. pictures are courtesy of the girls.&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/2612829014216292022-6686196814979235473?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6686196814979235473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6686196814979235473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-went-for-my-first-ang-pow-hunting.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6429686490939328375</id><published>2011-02-10T11:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:38:17.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so far...... i have been a bump at house. that is what people classify people like me. anyway, besides that i have finally manage to read a few books. both fiction and non-fiction. i read this particular book not knowing what to expect. but the moment i start laying my eyes on the words, it felt as if the writer was talking directly to me. the writer that i am talking about is NATASCHA KAMPUSCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was held captive for 8 years. to be precise it was 3096 days. from she was 10 years old u till 18 years old. her description of her new ' life' felt so real until at certain points i was schocked that the prisoner could do what he did. it was just so horrible. the kidnapper, finally opt for suicide the moment natascha ran away from his captivity. fyi i am a bad stiry teller. so i recommend you to search for the book's decription online for a better view. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 495px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571915276847973314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TVNrbEsYg8I/AAAAAAAAAes/xoawdT4Ev5U/s320/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6429686490939328375?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6429686490939328375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6429686490939328375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TVNrbEsYg8I/AAAAAAAAAes/xoawdT4Ev5U/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5938676986400581064</id><published>2011-02-08T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:45:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D7GW8TYCEG4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was randomly listening to clips on you tube this morning when i came across this one. btw, her name sounds similar to a friend of mine. if only u replace minaj with manoj. XD but what really struck me is when drake sang the part &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"everybody dies but not everybody lives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://c0573862.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/1/0/7257/867785/2010-12-19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5938676986400581064?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5938676986400581064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5938676986400581064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-randomly-listening-to-clips-on.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D7GW8TYCEG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6814802737869320117</id><published>2011-02-01T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:32:47.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.R.A. - I Luv Myself (Original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PBDTLuPl0yk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;had been doing nothing much for the past last month. which was yesterday. nadiah and i went to bowling at ou with her freinds, peggy, caitlin adn fitrah. anyway, the bowling alley was soooooooooooo not crowded. which is good. less noise and can focus more. sadly, i only manage to score 40..... should try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch mean girls 2 on youtube yesterday. marsha recomended it. thus i thought, why not? the story turns out to have the common plot of plastic girls in high school against the new girl. why does it always have to be a new girl? not a new boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saying that your choice of friends reflect who you are is actually quite true. we influence them and vice versa. i still remember how bad i was ridicule last time just for prefering to speak english more than my mother tounge. by the end of the day, i had more english speaking friends than i would ever imagine. that was years ago. 'the stronger you knock me, the harder i become'. true enough. if it wasn't for them, i would have still be the soft girl, unable to stand up for myself. so... thanx ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6814802737869320117?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6814802737869320117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6814802737869320117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/02/jra-i-luv-myself-original.html' title='J.R.A. - I Luv Myself (Original)'/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PBDTLuPl0yk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7810134691458037582</id><published>2011-01-25T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:26:57.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are already 25 days into 2011. tomorrow will be the 26th day. a few random facts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. kids usually burn stuff due to emotional problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. blouse is anything that is not a shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. nlt...jls....jra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ice rinks are never build on frozen lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. when you can't burp, just fart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. wikimapia is awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7810134691458037582?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7810134691458037582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7810134691458037582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-are-already-25-days-into-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1155510556046555151</id><published>2011-01-16T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:59:15.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to taiping, perak we went yesterday. it was for a wedding. my first Chinese wedding. there were 8 dishes. one at a time. i was told there is a story behind each dish. i would like to know more and it will take some time. anyway, i wish the couple a happy marriage!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.1001chineseweddinginvitations.com/images/chinese_invitation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides the 3 hour drive there and another 3 hour drive back to kl, i would say that my eyes will never get tired of the green scenery lining the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdMZAeIfM94?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdMZAeIfM94?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1155510556046555151?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1155510556046555151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1155510556046555151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-taiping-perak-we-went-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8863173486237910897</id><published>2011-01-11T11:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:25:14.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i have no school to go to yet, i followed mum to her office with intention to complete my upu second phase thingie. unfortunately, some technical problems occurred. preventing my from doing so. hope the system will work when i try again, soon! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being bored and nothing much to do, i decided to try to do partial fraction expansion @ partial fraction decomposition. manage to do 2/3 of the whole topic. huhu. suddenly, my tummy started to 'sang' it is lunch time!!! off we went to mamak for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; roti naan and tandoori chicken&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT_mRLk0RSFjJDZNmPi_x434mUQAb3NAb3Rx7ziac1TGV-xuzWt" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after many years of holding onto these profiles, i finally deleted them. yahoo!!! freedom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8863173486237910897?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8863173486237910897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8863173486237910897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/01/since-i-have-no-school-to-go-to-yet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-3001511886977202249</id><published>2011-01-10T12:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:10:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;most of my friends have started their college in the beginning of the year. unlike the other some, that includes me, is still waiting for the result. since i have too many time to kill.... i easily feel bored. note that yae, i did not say i easily feel boring. if you get what i mean. especially a few people in my life. hahaha. anyway, my family and i went to visit a reletives house yesterday. omg! hamid looked so different. he will be 3 years old this year. last time i saw him, he was just learning to walk. that was a long.... time ago. being an ex-form five, gave the little cousins a minor schock. they thought i was still in highschool. fortunately it only last for not more than a few seconds. phew.... things went back to normal. back to the story. there was only 2 males in the house at that time. still young. which lefts us girls who are slightly bigger than the boys. lets just put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first 'victim' the movie!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3 idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it is an idian movie released in 2009 but i only found out yesterday, 2011. 2 years behind. it is about these 3 friends who began their story as engeneering students. but they are not exactly idiots in the first place. hmm..... a very touching story. girls - be ready with a box of tissue. boys - just watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3A_G9dukSPE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3A_G9dukSPE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-3001511886977202249?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3001511886977202249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3001511886977202249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/01/most-of-my-friends-have-started-their.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1096618106143165863</id><published>2011-01-07T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:48:36.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!!!! we finally finish our first ever 3D  globe puzzle. it took us a few weeks. i find the most challenging part to piece together is the sea. 70%.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zoovy.com/img/orangeonions/W500-H500-Bffffff/3/31624a2_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; nadiah belanja me 2 chunky kit kat bars. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS5tfldL4GLBNTKZbSDb2yEm3qg5cbUuqfm1jBHIlrTeKE94Usp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking forward to complete more puzzles. be it 2d or 3d. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1096618106143165863?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1096618106143165863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1096618106143165863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2011/01/yay-we-finally-finish-our-first-ever-3d.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7202384917152273222</id><published>2010-12-31T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:41:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;"The importance of a double door entry"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;by Sherry Freeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got our outdoor enclosure completed two summers ago with good intentions of building a double door entry at a later date. As many people do, we kept putting it off. Well, there are two incidents that happened, that forced us to realize just how important the double door entry is! First incident being...forgetfulness...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy &amp;amp; Benji were in the living room with my husband, Dave. I decided to go out into the enclosure to pick up toys they had taken out thru their tunnel. The tunnel allows them to go out to the enclosure from their indoor monkey room. I left the door to the enclosure open...thinking it would be alright since Sammy &amp;amp; Benji were in the living room with Dave. In the meantime, Sammy &amp;amp; Benji had got into a spat and Dave separated them by putting Sammy in the monkey room! He forgot all about me being in the outdoor enclosure! By the time he realized it, it was too late! Sammy spotted the gate open and ran out! We were very lucky that time! She just ran to the top of the enclosure and came to me when I offered her a snack! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second incident being... Emergency Situation!&lt;br /&gt;We hung a new trapeze type toy out in the enclosure and was sitting in the kitchen, looking out the window, watching Sammy &amp;amp; Benji play with their new toy! All of a sudden, Benji put his head and arm thru the triangle shaped ring and appeared to be stuck! I ran out with key in hang! Luckily, Benji was already free from the ring and Sammy had been so concerned about my fear...she didn't even try to escape! The problem came when Dave was trying to pass the ladder in to me so I could take the trapeze out of there! We managed to pass the ladder back and forth but it was a struggle! At which time, I looked at Dave and said, "The perfect example of WHY we need a double door entry!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to announce the completion of our outdoor enclosure WITH the double door entry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7202384917152273222?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7202384917152273222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7202384917152273222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/importance-of-double-door-entry-by.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4265570185444571273</id><published>2010-12-31T07:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:48:38.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRs-H4runY-T3S5LPWyujaZTHA0sblDF-pvGcCuQ46o5SPD7SNnAw" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello and ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSfs0EPSK1WfscPXd1O_WWrsTLXEoZvibdgQE80dLchTQRz-miM" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4265570185444571273?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4265570185444571273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4265570185444571273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-bye-hello-and.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2286851596396171317</id><published>2010-12-30T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:06:51.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happen????&lt;br /&gt;why is there no colours to write in?&lt;br /&gt;where are the various options previously available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know. make sure i am on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mode instead of the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mode.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2286851596396171317?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2286851596396171317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2286851596396171317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-happen-why-there-is-no-colours-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8695521178396651694</id><published>2010-12-30T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:13:56.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A mouse looked through the crack in the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see the farmer and his wife open a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Retreating to the farmyard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse proclaimed this warning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a mousetrap in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The chicken clucked and scratched,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell this is a grave concern to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is of no consequence to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be bothered by it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The mouse turned to the pig and told him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a mousetrap in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The pig sympathized, but said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is nothing I can do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured you are in my prayers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The mouse turned to the cow and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a mousetrap in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a mousetrap in the house!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A mouse looked through the crack in the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's no skin off my nose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, the mouse returned to the house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head down and dejected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to face the farmer's mousetrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . ..... Alone.. . ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That very night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sound was heard throughout the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- the sound Of a mousetrap catching its prey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, she did not see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a venomous snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose tail was caught in the trap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The snake bit the farmer's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer rushed her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returned home she still had a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows you treat a fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with fresh chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the soup's main ingredient:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But his wife's sickness continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and neighbours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to sit with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feed them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farmer butchered the pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, alas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farmer's wife did not get well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So many people came for her funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the farmer had the cow slaughtered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to provide enough meat for all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the funeral luncheon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the mouse looked upon it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from his crack in the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with great sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the next time you hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone is facing a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you think it doesn't concern you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all involved in this journey called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must keep an eye out for one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make an extra effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to encourage one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- REMEMBER -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8695521178396651694?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8695521178396651694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8695521178396651694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/mouse-looked-through-crack-in-wall-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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0px; font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE BOY WHO HARNESSED THE WIND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img id="ecx_x0000_i1025" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=58123143-b3a0-11de-966c-00215ad801a4&amp;amp;attindex=0&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=0&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a1.1713670375%40web34207.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;shared=1&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Wed%2c%2029%20Dec%202010%2015%3a02%3a23%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_7118dcf30cc5ba265d23637193b6f6ac9227c5c4f9acbbc86d9efecb6e147d8f&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="578" height="340" style="line-height: 20px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="line-height: 18px; font-size: 17px; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(90, 70, 63) !important; font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 22px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;How a Malawian teenager harnessed the power of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;William Kamkwamba’s parents couldn’t afford the $80 yearly tuition for their son’s school. The boy sneaked into the classroom anyway, dodging administrators for a few weeks until they caught him. Still emaciated from the recent deadly famine that had killed friends and neighbors, he went back to work on his family’s corn and tobacco farm in rural Malawi , Africa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;With no hope of getting the funds to go back to school, William continued his education by teaching himself, borrowing books from the small library at the elementary school in his village. One day, when William was 14, he went to the library searching for an English-Chichewa dictionary to find out what the English word “grapes” meant, and came across a fifth-grade science book called &lt;em style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Using Energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Describing this moment in his autobiography, &lt;em style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (co-written with Bryan Mealer), William wrote, “The book has since changed my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 17px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 17px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Using Energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt; described how windmills could be used to generate electricity. Only two percent of Malawians have electricity, and the service is notoriously unreliable. William decided an electric windmill was something he wanted to make. Illuminating his house and the other houses in his village would mean that people could read at night after work. A windmill to pump water would mean that they could grow two crops a year rather than one, grow vegetable gardens, and not have to spend two hours a day hauling water. “A windmill meant more than just power,” he wrote, “it was freedom.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;For an educated adult living in a developed nation, designing and building a wind turbine that generates electricity is something to be proud of. For a half-starved, uneducated boy living in a country plagued with drought, famine, poverty, disease, a cruelly corrupt government, crippling superstitions, and low expectations, it’s another thing altogether. It’s nothing short of monumental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img id="ecx_x0000_i1027" src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=58123143-b3a0-11de-966c-00215ad801a4&amp;amp;attindex=1&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=1&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a2.1713670375%40web34207.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;shared=1&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Wed%2c%2029%20Dec%202010%2015%3a02%3a23%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_90cb12325f7c80e82db2873aaf151b9faed99db04d272e3e4e259cee1ba00497&amp;amp;oneredir=1" width="578" height="435" style="line-height: 20px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;William scoured trash bins and junkyards for materials he could use to build his windmill. With only a couple of wrenches at his disposal, and unable to afford even nuts and bolts, he collected things that most people would consider garbage—slime-clogged plastic pipes, a broken bicycle, a discarded tractor fan—and assembled them into a wind-powered dynamo. For a soldering iron, he used a stiff piece of wire heated in a fire. A bent bicycle spoke served as a size adapter for his wrenches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Months later, in front of a crowd of disbelievers who had scoffed at him for behaving strangely, William lashed his machine to the top of a 16-foot tower made from blue gum tree branches. As the blades began turning in the breeze, a car light bulb in William’s hand started to glow. In the weeks that followed, William went on to wire his house with four light bulbs and two radios, installing switches made from rubber sandals, and scratch-building a circuit breaker to keep the thatch roof of his house from catching fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;He begged his parents to send him to school—he had big dreams for modernizing his village and needed to learn more math, physics, and electricity to realize them—but they barely had enough money to feed him and his five sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Arial; color: purple; font-size: 12pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://65.55.85.231/att/GetInline.aspx?messageid=58123143-b3a0-11de-966c-00215ad801a4&amp;amp;attindex=2&amp;amp;cp=-1&amp;amp;attdepth=2&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a3.1713670375%40web34207.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;shared=1&amp;amp;hm__login=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.13.28.8&amp;amp;d=d2304&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Wed%2c%2029%20Dec%202010%2015%3a02%3a23%20GMT&amp;amp;st=sarah_madzli&amp;amp;hm__ha=01_1faa3ffa706fbcacfa95cf61859f482c32936eae2646bed3d1c7af86bdb4b05e&amp;amp;oneredir=1" id="ecx_x0000_i1028" width="275" height="183" style="line-height: 20px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;William and his windmill remained a local curiosity for a number of months, until the head of a national teacher’s organization saw the windmill and recognized the boy’s accomplishment as something extraordinary. A media firestorm ensued, with newspaper articles, blog posts, radio stories, and a presentation at TED Africa in Tanzania (TED stands for Technology Entertainment Design), where William, who didn’t know about laptop computers and had never heard of Google, discovered airplanes, mattresses, hotels, air conditioning, and the mind-boggling concept of having as much food as you wanted whenever you wanted it. Befriended by Tom Rielly, TED’s irrepressible and well-connected partnership director, William was taken on a tour of the United States , where he met many high-tech millionaires who were charmed by the instantly likable underdog who never complained about the lousy cards he got dealt in the game of life. They happily contributed to William’s plans to electrify, irrigate, and educate his village, as well as pay his tuition at the prestigious African Leadership Academy in Johannesburg .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 17px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;With so many tales of bloody hopelessness coming out of Africa , &lt;em style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; reads like a novel with a happy ending, even though it’s just the beginning for this remarkable young man, now 21 years old. I have no doubt that William—who is rapidly becoming a symbol of promise and possibility for the people Africa —will be leading the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;p/s from one of emails that mummy sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1609974591777273629?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1609974591777273629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1609974591777273629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/boy-who-harnessed-wind-how-malawian.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6340657681083994645</id><published>2010-12-29T14:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:42:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night mummy wanted to give me my own set of house keys. yay! you may think that it is just a small thing. for you, yes. for me, no. it is a big thing for me. as i have finished high school and currently waiting for the result. which is due in approximately 3 months. anyway enough of school related things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to the original purpose of this post. the key.... mummy asked, do you have a keychain to go with? i was like, ada mummy. tonnes of them. something like that la. anyway, i just remembered where i used to store away all those keycahin. to the kitchen i go for search of a humble ladder to reach to the top cupboard where the stored items were neatly kept for a looooooong time, untouch! there it was in the purple box i got when i was even before a teenager. i used to have a lot more keychains since i always asked mummy to always buy me one where ever she travelled to. there was from langkawi, tioman, melaka, terengganu etc. i decided to go with the one from tioman island. i can still recall the trip. small island with few human spell peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while going through all those stuff i found a few barang that i used to do. although i can recall it in a specific order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt;. oh... was crazy i was with beads. at times the bedroom will be super messy with beads and strings. no matter how colourfull it was, it is still important to keep the space neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink bag&lt;/span&gt;. late tokmama used to have a mesin jahit. once in a while she would open it and start sewing something. like kain batik, a simple blouse, kitchen cloth and many more. i guess that is where i started picking up sewing. even before i take khb classes in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;note books&lt;/span&gt;. they are new but not new. confusing? new as in it has never been written in but has been there for a long time. just like mummy, at times i would collect beautiful note books. like a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;braided strings&lt;/span&gt;. it was the in thing in school back then. like all girls would just pick it up and started braiding it. the coloufull strings were amazing! i mean back then. we would exchange ideas on how to braid it. there was one which look like a piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that was me when i was young. all artsy futsy. i still like it. if only i can find the materials to pick it up again. it would be wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6340657681083994645?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6340657681083994645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6340657681083994645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-night-mummy-wanted-to-give-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5006163892471807162</id><published>2010-12-20T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:45:15.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets see what my family and i have done so far. window shopping. check! watch tonnes of movies. check. a lil' shopping. a 3-d puzzle. yup! roller blading. awesome! i never knew that we can burn more calories while roller blading than if we jog. hahaha. berjaya times square. wo....... five of us went there. it has been a while since i last step foot at that place. since i was almost turning 17 then and have not ride a single roller coaster, plus haris challenging me to do it, thus i did together with serena, haris and nadiah. marsha sat out cus'.... i expected the ride to be longer. but no. it was short and thrilling. i mean first timer here. HELLO!!! there was this one part where the ride to a turn and i felt like i was literally flying. besides that we also went for the dna mixer. the scariest ride ever but i still like it. weird.... just call me weirdo than. hmmm.... next, we went on the purple ride which i don't know what is it called. turning upside down for a relatively long time was the ..... no words to describe. came back home with a sore body. finally i have conquered all the rides. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.klue.com.my/assets/0002/1422/berjaya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the D-N-A mixer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jobstreet.com.my/jobs/2009/11/b/10/_pics/berjtikl2a2.jpg" /&gt;  nadiah was screaming like i never hear before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jobstreet.com.my/jobs/2009/11/b/10/_pics/berjtikl2a3.jpg" /&gt; marsha did it! despite her fright of height. wohoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jobstreet.com.my/jobs/2009/11/b/10/_pics/berjtikl2a4.jpg" /&gt; i felt like i can fall of any time. like a tiny dot out of no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5006163892471807162?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5006163892471807162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5006163892471807162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-see-what-my-family-and-i-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8833102253929711896</id><published>2010-12-13T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:52:06.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyJBnmO8O8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyJBnmO8O8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; is over, i found a few things that i can do . for instance check out music videos that i never know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt;. like the one above. simply doing nothing now. m is on fb in the other room. commenting on each others' pics. akward.... but those moments are what that makes life worth living. i remember when i was much much younger i was often teased of my appearence. it USED to hurt deeply. now? no longer. why? bricks and stone can brake my bones but no words can't harm me. something similar to what mum said recently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am thinking of posting a few random topics like sea cucumber, shark's fin soup, money etc. it might take some time. the other day, while i was reading the newspaper, there was a comic strip written by Mike Baldwin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tittle : obedience training&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if you don't understand a command, play stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you are stupid, play dead."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8833102253929711896?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8833102253929711896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8833102253929711896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/since-spm-is-over-i-have-myself-few.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6157134165843680418</id><published>2010-12-05T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:50:54.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.imiqbal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/bulan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;selamat menyambut awal muharram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6157134165843680418?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6157134165843680418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6157134165843680418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/12/selamat-menyambut-awal-muharram.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2222882639162787802</id><published>2010-08-26T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:36:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the 16th day of fasting. 2 more weeks until &lt;i&gt;Aidilfitri&lt;/i&gt;. unfortunately cannot celebrate like previous years. because i am sitting for &lt;i&gt;spm&lt;/i&gt; this year. by the way, there is less than 90 days left till it commences. luckily mum already bought my &lt;i&gt;baju kurung&lt;/i&gt; earlier. flowery as usual just less pinky (: thanx mum! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since it is currently the month of &lt;i&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/i&gt;, my school finishes extra early on mondays till thursdays. yay! get to go home early and rest. there is a drama playing in the afternoon, Cinta Kirana. it is basically about kirana and galang. it is along story so i'm not going to write it here. check it out yourself. today is the 12th episode out of 92 i think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on to today's agenda. our class went for a history talk at kbu this morning. the lecturer was madam azizahY from smkbud3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2222882639162787802?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2222882639162787802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2222882639162787802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-16th-day-of-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2880994696270771898</id><published>2010-08-10T12:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:37:14.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Lotus Eater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' is a short story written by&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman, serif'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;W. Somerset Maugham.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman, serif'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman, serif'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This story tells about a man name Wilson. he once worked as a bank manager in London. He has worked in the same bank since he was seventeenHe no longer had family nor close friends. He often play cards with himself. One day he visited the island of Capri.  Capri the most beautiful island in the Bay of Nepals. From the island you can see across the water to Mount Vesuvius on the mainland of Italy. Immediately, he fell in love with the beautiful scenery. He has decided to spend the rest of his entire life on the island. Being a cautious person, he went back to London and continued working for another year before making the final decision. At the age of 35 years old, he sold his house, quit his job and bought a 25 years annuity plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman, serif'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman, serif'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wayfaring.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/capri.jpg" height="440" width="479" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;The Capri Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Wilson has decided to live and die there at the age of 60 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2880994696270771898?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2880994696270771898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2880994696270771898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/lotus-eater-is-short-story-written-by-w.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4484701180583382194</id><published>2010-08-10T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:02:26.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every year, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt; will fast during the month of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/span&gt;. i would like to wish to all Muslims out there all the best!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" class="ts" id="imgtb" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 1060px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td id="tDataImage16" align="left" nowrap="" valign="bottom" width="20%" style="text-align: left;padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;                                                              &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/imgres?imgurl=http://www.atlastours.net/holyland/al_aqsa_mosque_dome.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.atlastours.net/holyland/al_aqsa_mosque.html&amp;amp;usg=__62fhXyDIju4PADJNJeEY7Ad99gk=&amp;amp;h=458&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=17&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=2R97A1OqK1_b6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=128&amp;amp;tbnw=112&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmosque%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D20%26tbs%3Disch:1" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:2R97A1OqK1_b6M:http://www.atlastours.net/holyland/al_aqsa_mosque_dome.jpg" width="112" height="128" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4484701180583382194?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4484701180583382194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4484701180583382194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/every-year-muslims-will-fast-during.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-160339316111364712</id><published>2010-07-20T15:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:08:16.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling quiet bored now. usually i would be playing badminton with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becca&lt;/span&gt; in school. but i was not up to it so decided to hit home earlier. my friends and i are busy with school activities, who got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt; who did not, sports and exams. yesterday we went for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dna&lt;/span&gt; workshop held in a private institute. it was awesome. unlike other tour around the campus that i have joined, this tour actually brought us into the labs and met the lecturers. a few labs that we went to is chemical engineering, mechanical engineering, medicine, computer lab and chemistry lab. we get to ask them questions which was cool indeed! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside the medicine lab, we were introduced to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. muscle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vescera&lt;/span&gt;. they are actually real human who have been preserved for studying purpose. i can see all the muscles that i could not from a text book or any other reference books so far. thus, this is the best exposure i have ever got regarding medicine. thank god for this given &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;besides that we also get to met our seniors who are currently studying there. i can roughly see how does a college life is and all about. further studies. to get there all i need to do now is aim and shot down spm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/04/09/wicked-bb-gun.jpg" height="369" width="450" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the picture looks cool right. just imagine you shooting an annoying person name spm. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-160339316111364712?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/160339316111364712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/160339316111364712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-feeling-quiet-bored-now.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6631240453095180076</id><published>2010-07-20T15:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:33:55.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you remember the time when at the table during dinner your mum or grandma would say,"stop playing your food" or "quickly finish your food"? i do. i was young back then and i did not understand the reason behind the advice. some times even scolding. as i grow up i know why. here's why :-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. food provide us energy to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. to learn to appreciate food because we are fortunate to have delicious food within our reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. without food we will die. not might!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides that my elders have always stress on balance food intake. you don't have to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dietician&lt;/span&gt; to know that. it is common sense. all humans need to survive is water, carbohydrates, protein, vitamins, minerals, fibres and fats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mstherapycentres.org.uk/images/food%20pyramid%20vegetarian.jpg" height="464" width="363" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6631240453095180076?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6631240453095180076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6631240453095180076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-remember-time-when-at-table.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4188941563206927189</id><published>2010-07-18T17:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:58:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a long time since I last blog. anyway here is a short summary of my past days. the activities mention below are not in chronology.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out for a girl's day out with my cousin (who came back for a summer brake) and sis. right after school till 9 pm. tiring but fun. we tried on many dresses. it is actually easy to shop for dresses these days compared to a few years back. i just can't explain why. we also managed to catch a cinema show. tittle zoo. its a Malaysian production. one of the actors is lan pet pet. one of the countries talented comedian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ZlaHH2eoA4KEYM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__mY4mNo7vh4NsKyOukuRSvaUfYIk=" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mum took us out for a movie. it's the third sequel of the currently most famous series. none other than Eclipse. even though i have watched all the 3 movies premièred i am not a hard core fan. i have to say that i prefer the book more than the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:VDoHsqZMJnLStM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ZhaVqikOHJOfmrBzkTGKwkz6ago=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 nights ago we went out for dinner at ichiban sushi to celebrate my 2nd sis's birthday. she has officially entered the teenager phase. it was a splendid time. 1st sis did most of the ordering since she had a lot of practice when it comes to ordering Japanese cuisine. after an hour, we counted the number a plates stacked up. it was 23 plated high. so high that we can't see the person sitting opposite the table. seaweed, egg, cucumber, crab etc. yum yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:8yZtsaTeiwawTM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__qsY4LVqswARQ33mq6AGrYJZgD7M=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my relatives came back from 2 other countries for a few weeks. i am so happy that they are in Malaysia. serena, soneel, sarita, mahirah and mayada. my pretty and handsome cousins. they will grow up into leng loi and leng cai. it's mandarin words. not to forget my aunts and uncles too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:9Izt05fMXXLS4M::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__TBKVaV988uLF-Pm5ETiss2IZBns=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finally here comes spm. closer than ever. about 15 more weeks till time explosion according to sir razazu. talking about form 5 stuff, my school held a career day the other week. it was some what like any other days. maybe i just was not so hype about it. compare to last year, i went to quiet a number of booths and asked questions regarding career and courses. there was this lady that highlighted the importance of lifestyle that comes with it. one example is accounting. most accountants have to work most of the time even until night. is this life what i want? she asked me. i was like, yea... she has a point. lifestyle is not the only factor that affects my choice of careers. there is plenty more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vanderbilt.edu/nanomedicine/resources/QuestionMark.jpg" height="310" width="311" id="imgb" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4188941563206927189?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4188941563206927189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4188941563206927189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2443648052585061172</id><published>2010-06-23T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:23:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;below is one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gpc&lt;/span&gt; pics that i manage to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TCIVleQ_wCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UPp-0CPcOBs/s200/P1060541.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485971029614379042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you think it is funny that most people are able to write a super duper long essay about their life and things happening in it but not when it comes to formal essays like school works and science projects. i think it is probably because we know all there is to know about our own life. unlike formal paper, we are mostly guided by other sources to complete the task. blogging is one of many ways we can use to express ourselves. almost all teenagers have something like a blog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it is blogger, tumbler etc. one of many outlets to let out the ideas. and free the mind. it is also important to feel what we are writing when it comes to expressing ourselves. the deeper the feeling, the stronger we feel for the subject. it is how we are connected to our body, mind and soul. all of these can affect our personality. how a rocker and an artist have different personalities, views and opinions on any one matter. to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2443648052585061172?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2443648052585061172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2443648052585061172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/below-is-one-of-gpc-pics-that-i-manage.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TCIVleQ_wCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UPp-0CPcOBs/s72-c/P1060541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5364673559821674616</id><published>2010-06-19T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:14:03.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pejam celik pejam celik it is already saturday. one more day and school reopens. i know most people would like to have a longer holiday. me too. probably it is because the fact that the exam results will be announce then. so today, i went for my classes. except that two were cut and i substituted with another class of different subject. stop right there! i am not the type of student who you might think i am. i never skip any class unless not feeling well. just that this week, the teacher had to go for a teachers' thing. i don't really know. even if i know, i would not expose it here. duh.... i think i am starting to sound like a brat. oh well. it is because of the moods. pms-ing? no-la. it is quite late already. oh by the way, never eat chocolate cake (breakfast), chips and another cake (dinner), all within 24 hours. tummy ache! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5364673559821674616?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5364673559821674616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5364673559821674616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/pejam-celik-pejam-celik-it-is-already.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-364272088089007433</id><published>2010-06-17T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:40:00.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i found the gpc photos but there is trouble uploading. i will do it some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-364272088089007433?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/364272088089007433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/364272088089007433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-i-found-gpc-photos-but-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8076269172017974221</id><published>2010-06-14T12:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:54:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;I came back from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;gpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;2 days ago. It was awesome!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#3333FF"&gt;Let me warn before hand. This post will contain almost all happenings in the camp that I can remember. At times it can be too detailed that some of the readers might lose interest in it. What so ever&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i'm&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;doing it so that the memories will never be forgotten. My advice it listen to songs while reading this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;800 am registration &amp;amp; light breakfast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Arrived there about 730. The registration process was easy and quick. Made new friends. "Open your mouth&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sarah. It is either now or never", I was telling myself. Later with a few other girls, we were (how to say it) ushered to the main location.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanx&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;faci&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bro. in the beginning every thing was quiet slow. We were among the early ones. Formed a group and was given a folder and two t-shirts each. Because we had extra time, we managed to complete our&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fuzzie&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bags (it is a note holder) and sticked it to respective walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;900 am ice-breaker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt; The girls sat in their&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pre-determined group. f.y.i there were 20 groups. Together with yuet yee, rosalyn, wei xin, siew mun, puvanna, yee loo and sarah we formed group 13. we went by the name of 7 heavens. one of the activities is the cupid shuffle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;930 am briefing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;the emcee introduces the whole line of facilitators for the camp. a few names are,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cindy, dot, steven,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;steve,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anna,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nicholas,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;agung,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dorothy&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;faye. than come the normal procedure of every camp. the rules etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;high life on high heels series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1000 am the glass ceiling : truth @ myth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;this slot was handled by&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;faye. i remember her saying something like this, "glass ceiling is the truth but we have the power to make it a myth".&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;faye&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was also our emcee for the camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1045 am dirty sexy money&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;this slot was somehow connected by a current famous event. world cup! the winning system was like a real football match. you are wrong if you think that we have to kick ball.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nonono... its aquestionnaire&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that includes football and money.  i think neatherland group won. i think so. our group loss in the second round. its okay girls. by the way, for this game, group 13 combined with group 17. let me introduce some of them. elise, wendy, gynett, ghadys and kimberly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;from inner glow to outer shine series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1130 am managing your mane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;you guest it. it's hair time. 2 people from the 'a cut above' salon came and gave 2 girls a hair makeover. the first girl, they kind of makes curls at the end of the hair. (i don't really know how to put it). the second girl, got her hair straighten. it looked more shiny and manageable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1220 pm face affair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;2 reps from fasio/nature &amp;amp; co came. it's a fully imported brand from japan. they explained the difference between day care and night care. and how girls often blame their facial wash for the dry skin when the actual problem is the way girls handle the product. besides that they also gave goodies to those who answered their questions right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;110 pm lunch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;right on time. my tummy was already 'singing' for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;145 pm jeans therapy : getting the right fit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;isn’t it frustrating to go jeans hunting the whole day and find NOTHING that fit? Well levi’s have recently crated the the revolutionary fitting system. There is the semi, demi and bold curve. Somehow they measure there, there and here and walla! You are a … curve. The two main problems when some people wear jeans are the visible butt cracks and the muffin tops. It is an ugly sight either lack of exercise, unbalanced diet or simply the wrong jeans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;230 pm period drama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;guess what? It is about sanitary pad. I am not going to go further with this topic because the content is quiet sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;315 pm changing time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;remember the 2 t-shirts mentioned above. One of it is red in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;. The t-shirt was sponsored by american degree transfer program (adtp).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Sporting gear on?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Yes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Sport shoes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Ops!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;340 pm&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thinspiration&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: getting uninspired&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;wonder what thinspiration is? Lets put it in simple terms, alright? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Thin + inspiration = thinspiration.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Basically mimi talked about eatting disorder that effect girls more then boys. The common eatting disorder is aneroxia nervosa and bulimia nervosa. Google it to know more about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;445 pm extreme games&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;time to sweat!!! Before we commenced, the 20 energetic groups were then divided to about 10 colour teams. I was in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:red"&gt;red team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;. Each team was lead by 3 student embassador. The red team’s student embassadors are stella, ruby and mika. Our ‘spirit scream’ is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red"&gt;hugasaga hugasaga hugasaga mighty red warrior! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;The games were extreme indeed. But in a way I never expected it to be. Some might say it is more to fear factor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Game 1: doggy plate. We had to pick a sweet in a flour above a gross looking slimmy thing (some say it is worms and gummy bears but I think it is wet dried seaweed)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Game 2: something I called pyramid building. 6 girls are required to build&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="2" day="3" year="2001"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;3-2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt; pyramid. Bear in mind that most girls in our group have no experience in cheerleading. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Game 3: time to stay young look young. All participants, I repeat ALL participants had to drink a concuction of mixed herbs and fruit. Which was yukh... salute to the team mate who have the guts to drink more than 1 cup. I know I didn’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;Game 4: anyone hungry? Lets have egg. RAW egg. Four of us hadto run across the game field with a raw egg yolk and egg white in their mouth, spit it into a cup and run back. Let me tell you, looking at it is far better than doing it. Kudos to the four girls to manage to do it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;At the end, the results were announced. *drum rolls*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; runner up &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:yellow"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:#993399"&gt; team&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; runner up &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:2"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:red"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia; color:#993399"&gt; team&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;champion &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:2"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:fuchsia"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;color:#993399"&gt; team&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;615 pm wash up &amp;amp; doll up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;after all the extreme games, we head up to the showers and get ready for dinner. Time to potray the best side a girl. Beautiful dress, sexy heels, shining earrings and a fantastic personality. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;745 pm dinner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;who won’t be hungry after all those seat producing games. Of course we need recharge our batteries for the night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;830 pm 60 seconds to fame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;for this special occasion, there was liang as emcee and a dj. Both were crazyly fantastic. There was 2 categories. The solo act and the group act. There was a hawaian dance, hip hop dance, gaga fever dance, hand phone modelling, poem recital, singing and magic shows. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1030 pm boogie&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;woogie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;dim the light and blast the music. It’s time to boogie woogie! Every body jump onto the dance floor and shaked the body. Most of them went infront, near the stage area. Which I find it to cram and suffocating. Luckily there was a vast empty space behing. I took the liberty to dance my heart out. Most of the time alone. sometimes nadiah, alia, syafiqa, kimberly and others joined. Since it was sort of dark, so I thought, why don’t I just dance. No body is going to watch my crazy movements. I was wrong! Minutes later I can see eyes from behind the room. And the number kept growing. I ignored it and kept dancing. It is sort of dark. So just dance and let no one bring me down. Not even with the cold stares from across the room. Yes, I can sense the cold stares from some of the girls. So what!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1130 pm supper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;we didn’t actully have our supper at 1130 cus the boogie woogie went on longer than expected. Until about 1200am. If I’m not wrong la. Even before then I was alreay hungry and kept looking at my watch. Finally! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1200 am wash up &amp;amp; change&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;late supper – late wash up &amp;amp; change. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1230 am lights out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#993399"&gt;the light was probably out at 130 am. Its supper late for me but when you are with a group of girls, it could have been later. Night night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;630 am rise &amp;amp; shine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;Rise? Yes. Shine? No. we are up but there was no sun yet. Still in pyjamas, I continued writing fuzzie notes until the next slot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;700 am&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ritmo&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;zum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;what time is it now? Exersice time! 3 people from celebrity fitness came and lead the exercise routine. I was having fun and was still in my pyjamas. It was a lot of fun. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;800 am&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;clean time &amp;amp; change&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;a quick dash in and out of the toilet and change into another t-shirt which is pink in colour. Courtesy of sunway university college. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;830 am breakfast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;we had fried noodles and orange juice. A good start for the day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;protection series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;900 am social media/telecomunication defense&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;most of us came to realisation that danger lurks in both darkness and daylight. Especially in the cyber world. Some examples are facebook, blogs, friendster, twitter and e-mail. It’s best to set a certain level of privacy for best protection. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;930 am physical defense&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;any martial arts is a good self defence. But we were reminded that is does not matter what arts we learn cus the important thing is that during the real situation it is going to happen spontaneously and rapidly. Taekwondo, silat and wushu. To day we learnt a few simple techniques of taekwondo. The trainer and the students that came for demonstration are from unified taekwondo academy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1100 am break&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;wrong. It’s not eat time. This time, we all travelled to another location for the bgr series. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;the&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bgr&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1115 am is he right for you? how to tell he isn't?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;               sex &amp;amp; u : truth about sex &amp;amp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tv&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;             &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; surviving a heartbreak : dealing with an ex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;a person from the seventeen magazine came. Yup, seventeen magazine!!! Even though I don’t exactly follow the mag I still find it cool to be working in the fashion line. Like aileen. Her slide shows on the above topics were hot and spicy. So was the question thrown by the gpc participants. It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; embarassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt; because all the faci bros were also in the room during the session. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1215 pm lunch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;went down to the canteen and aet our lunch. Than, we had back up to the room for oour next agenda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;1245 pm forum with celebrities &amp;amp; students&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;3 females and 3 males. Liang, dennice, benedict, pamela and 2 more people (sorry I don’t remember their names). Some girls were just so excited to see the celebs that they screamed like those people we can see on the tv that goes gaga. since it was an open forum, the gps participants can also ask the celebs and students questions. But the most funny but hard to answer question is “what is the most embarassing moment in your dating life?”. The answers given was funnily true. The hall burst into laughter even before the answers end. Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;145 pm collect warm&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fuzzies&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; pack up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;after the awesome forum, it is time for us to collect our fuzzies and pack up. I found many fuzzie notes in my fuzzie bag. I love you all! Some were happy and some were touching. Never thought that I’ll tear after reading a note from people who I have only known in less then 48 hours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;215 pm prize giving &amp;amp; closing ceremony&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;the climax of the camp is the prize giving ceremony. The was many awards given. Miss GPC, Miss congeniality, best dress babe, best group, extreme games champion and 60 seconds to fame winners. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;300 pm good bye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;its time to bid fawell to the girls and head home. While waiting for mum to pick us up, i was happily chatting with a few girls that I can call friends already. They are, wendy &amp;amp; syafiqa. Others? I’m not so sure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#FF9900"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#3333FF"&gt;Told you this is&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;long post. Shout out to the girls out there, remember to keep in touch ya!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8076269172017974221?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8076269172017974221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8076269172017974221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-came-back-from-gpc-2-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7190726439423418662</id><published>2010-06-10T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:06:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;if feels a little weird to reconnect with the really really really old friends. on the other side, when i do so, i feel excited. it is like meeting a long lost family member. when it is actually a friend. it essentially depends on the individual too. probably not a friend friend but just people who i know their name and nothing more. would that be counted as a friend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... anyway, it is best to just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;keep moving forward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (it sounds like in the 'meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;robbinson&lt;/span&gt;' movie). make new friends but keep old friends. then we can have the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;best of both&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;worlds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (now i am sounding like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cyrus&lt;/span&gt;). oh well, my hormones are still raging. when will it ever end? i guess &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;biologically our body is still changing and will always be. foetus-baby-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toddler&lt;/span&gt;-kid-teenager-tween-adult-old. do you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we start from nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we and with nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the earth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our body shall return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the  god &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our souls shall fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TBD4a1HjbQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yRhfAlZt3jg/s200/rip2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481153886328941826" /&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/2612829014216292022-7190726439423418662?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7190726439423418662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7190726439423418662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-feels-little-weird-to-reconnect-with.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TBD4a1HjbQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/yRhfAlZt3jg/s72-c/rip2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4979405615312122346</id><published>2010-06-10T14:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:08:30.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a couple more days to girl power camp (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). i am so excited. please don't get me wrong. i am not a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl. i have just enough of it to call myself a girl. this camp is organised by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; college. it is a 2 days 1 night thing. as mentioned it is an all girl camp. no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; allowed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;buhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. just kidding. i have already started packing. surprisingly, there is a lot to pack this time. this is the first time that i don't know well what am i going to bring. there is slipper, sports shoes, dress up shoes, pyjama etc. i hope you get my picture. usually this task will only take about half an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a few hours later....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phew! done packing. now i only have to come up with a brilliant 60 seconds act to perform at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gpc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. nerve wreaking!!!!!! there will be about 200 pairs of eyes eying you like a hawk. since it is a girl thing. there is no escape from the 'rotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt;' those who can't stand watching other people happy and is determine to revenge and do a come back. scary. not. toughen up girl! this is only the beginning of the strange outside world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since it is during a weekend, i have to miss my classes and replace certain classes. don't want to get left behind in studies even though i am off for fun, do i? first up accounts class this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. which is tomorrow. it was and is never wise to miss &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; accounts lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for now because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;marsha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shakirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is eager to use the laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TBD6D7BdPWI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q2y1ktRUoEM/s200/girlpower.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481155691800247650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haris&lt;/span&gt; has 'evacuate' the house due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;excessive&lt;/span&gt; girl power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4979405615312122346?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4979405615312122346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4979405615312122346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/couple-more-days-to-girl-power-camp-gpc.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4118728711775922807?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4118728711775922807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4118728711775922807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/beatles-here-comes-sun.html' title='THE BEATLES- HERE COMES THE SUN'/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-3317166461773940667</id><published>2010-06-07T07:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:08:38.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after tuition, dad took us out for book shopping. sound weird. hahaha. there was a borders book sale in tropicana city mall. i am not sure until when. we bought quiet a lot of books but not as much as during the big bad wolf sale. that was an awesome book sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it 7.50 a.m. now. nothing much to do except to read and read and read. before i start reading might as well i go online for a while. michael buble songs is one of the best one's to listen to during blogging. i don't know why. maybe it is because the soft yet funky tune. there is just so many music in this world until i kind of lot track of what music that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, what do you guys think of this 3-D movie mania. have you try it. 3-D is like a visual effect that makes a normal moving picture look so real as if we were expereancing it for ourselves. talking about movies we also got ourselves a few movie cds. the vampire assistant, liarliar and the invincible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-3317166461773940667?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3317166461773940667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/3317166461773940667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-tuition-dad-took-us-out-for-book.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2696545899669028313</id><published>2010-06-07T06:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:26:46.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times i do wonder whether the teenagers are being rebellious and demand for freedom is due to their hormones. it could also be because they realise they only have a couple more schooling years before it is all over. especially the seniors. that is when the number of outing with friends start to sore like no one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business. most of them think that this is their last year of school so they might not see each other after school any more. thus, they want to use the time left as much as possible. i am sure it can be done in school itself. there is no need to speed a lot of time after school together. plus with today's kids' hectic schedule there is always a time conflict during the planning stage. in the end someone has to sacrifice some other activities just for the upcoming one. personally i don't mind if i will be hanging with people that i like and it relaxes my mind from book. a definite no no if there isn't much planning in the day's activity. it is frustrating when we get together in big groups and don't know what to expect. its like a lost kite just flying with the wind. even so it is the last year, learn this, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;quality is better than quantity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. the number of outing would not mean anything unless it is something meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479805989221969810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TAwug5GiL5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/S1cFBbtjbKs/s200/friendship_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2696545899669028313?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2696545899669028313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2696545899669028313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-times-i-do-wonder-whether-teenagers.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TAwug5GiL5I/AAAAAAAAAbs/S1cFBbtjbKs/s72-c/friendship_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4655331782541271830</id><published>2010-06-05T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:30:11.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilary Duff - Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;alright there mates. i just changed my blog skin. i feel like trying out new stuff. something that is out of my comfort zone like this. yet i still like it. here is a song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hillary duff --- fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2EQMVTTW1Sk/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EQMVTTW1Sk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EQMVTTW1Sk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4655331782541271830?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4655331782541271830'/><link rel='self' 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TAmaV7cXw_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UThXLvRWKcM/s320/dali-clock-500x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479080123197539314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pejam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pejam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;celik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sudah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bulan&lt;/span&gt; 6. a few more months to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. i have the jitters already. must start revising. i don't have any classes tomorrow because it's a holiday for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;keputeraan&lt;/span&gt; day. classes are as usual on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. there are extra classes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. which is compulsory because it is accounts. if you miss a class, you risk of not understanding the whole topic. that is a big gamble. there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GPC&lt;/span&gt; camp next weekend. both my sis and i are going. it's a 2d 1n. so nothing else planned for the hols except to get geeky. in a good way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is frustrating when you are using the computer and suddenly the little siblings barge in and start making noise. but when they are gone, you probably think it is better and quiet yet there is this one feeling of loneliness and emptiness even for a few hours. it will only last for a couple more years. by then all of us would have grown up. gone are the days of  silly arguments instead polite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;negotiations. thus, enjoy life. this little things make life more meaningful and memorable. live life to the fullest because we can't turn back the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4823029600268710456?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4823029600268710456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4823029600268710456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/06/pejam-celik-pejam-celik-sudah-bulan-6.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/TAmaV7cXw_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UThXLvRWKcM/s72-c/dali-clock-500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7283924134628975059</id><published>2010-05-26T14:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:02:02.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is one classic question often ask at any competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;who influences you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if me, i would say something like this. keep in mind that this is not taken from any script or what ever. this is my honest answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;definitely my mother. not just the fact that she is the person who brought me to this world but because she is herself. she owns herself. she is strong. there is just so many words i can use to describe about my beloved mother but i am not going to use those words. except &lt;strong&gt;STRONG&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all know. life is like a wheel. sometimes we are at the top. other times we are at the bottom. the view from the top has always been beautiful. what about the view from the bottom? it has always been dirty and unatractive. some will fall and crash but some will rise and conquer it. these people view the world differently. these people see it in a brighter spectrum. they become optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;such a person is my dearly mother. it was really tough for all of us but it was tougher for her. she did not only have four kids to raise. she was also pursuing her studies for a better life. education is vital for a brighter future. so it was then and so it is now and so it will be. no matter how challenging life was back then, she still held it together. this is because she was strong and will always be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her strength is what inspires me to lead my life no matter how hard it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475469738932337042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S_zGt592eZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iY8Gmp61zlU/s320/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7283924134628975059?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7283924134628975059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7283924134628975059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-one-classic-question-often-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S_zGt592eZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/iY8Gmp61zlU/s72-c/220279254_17c20cbec5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-5303273002886191888</id><published>2010-05-10T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:10:31.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i went for my classes. morning till afternoon. surprisingly, for the first time (for me), it was raining heavily there. i have never been there when it was raining. it was very amusing to be in a familiar venue yet different atmosphere. so after my first class, i had to go to a different block for my second class when it was pouring heavily. to make the matter worse, i did not know the direction. luckily, there was my friend (pv), he kindly showed me the way there. not to forget, the sweet kakak that lend us the umbrella. if not ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was yesterday. today, i manage read up on more topic. including chemistry, modern mathematics, english and islamic studies. i discover that most of the ayah in the hafazan is familiar. example, surah al-Hasyr ayah 21-24 and surah at-taubah ayah 128-129. islamic studies is unlike other subjects. there is no need in buying lots of exercise books but not using it. cus' the important thing in scoring in this subject is to learn to love to learn it. "just memorise and practice", my mum said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5303273002886191888?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5303273002886191888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5303273002886191888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-i-went-for-my-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4375635537481710542</id><published>2010-05-03T12:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:44:18.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i woke up this morning not feeling well. thus, i decided to skip school today. calm down, it's not like i skip school very often. just a day here and there when i feel it is necessary. after that, i just could not shut my eyes. it has it's own 'mind'. so, off i went to the study table to study. besides that, my mid-year exam is in less than 2 weeks time. it covers all form 4 and about half form 5. that is a lot for now. it does not cease there. the fact that, this will be the first time for our school that all exam papers are being set by the jabatan pelajaran daerah! some of my friends sigh. but what can we do. anyway it is a good way to see where we stand among students from other schools. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since this is our first time, we are expecting the papers to be tricky not hard. tricky. in turn, which will make us more preparred for the real SPM coming in November. i do not think it a such big thing, considering the fact that students in KL are constantly having intervention test since January. it is wise to take it in positively for our own benefits. there is no use grumbling about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466898886830492802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S95TkpyCjII/AAAAAAAAAa8/nUkQpHUamj4/s320/think+positive.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4375635537481710542?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4375635537481710542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4375635537481710542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-woke-up-this-morning-not-feeling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S95TkpyCjII/AAAAAAAAAa8/nUkQpHUamj4/s72-c/think+positive.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2776797496702630401</id><published>2010-04-20T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:39:54.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;say cheese!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is our school's picture session. i am proud to say that i am a part of 5 Jati. even though we are different, we are still the same. there are the noisy ones, the quiet ones and the smart ones. but what is life without some fun. therefore, for our informal class picture, most of us came down infront and possed. there was also a 5 jati sign. right next to it was, no other than the superman icon. it was a hillarious yet memorable surprise as it will be kept in my heart for as long as i can remember it. thanx keith for the superman. you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462166873804293538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S82D1PkCxaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/e2lvyQoVB7w/s320/thinking+out+of+D+boxXxx.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2776797496702630401?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2776797496702630401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2776797496702630401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/say-cheese-this-week-is-our-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S82D1PkCxaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/e2lvyQoVB7w/s72-c/thinking+out+of+D+boxXxx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1361718688511521788</id><published>2010-03-06T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:38:30.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;have you ever find yourself entangled in life's puzzles. i have. especially when it comes to making promisses or even comitments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1361718688511521788?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1361718688511521788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1361718688511521788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-ever-find-yourself-entangled_06.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2075582063055282311</id><published>2010-03-06T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:55:01.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;have you ever find yourself entangled in life's puzzles. i have. especially when it comes to making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;promises&lt;/span&gt; or even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;. it is a duty to carry out what have been said. if not......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the topic for tonight is about an important element in our live. friends. it is easier to make friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindergartens&lt;/span&gt; or primary school than in high school. it could be due to the fact that we accept them as friends with a more open mind than when we have grow older. it could be that we are more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; and caution of who we befriend. so not to fall into the wrong circle of friends because this circle will only bring an individual down and nowhere else. it is logical to do so in this materialistic world. just as a precaution. example, A would observe B before A introduces herself to B just to get a glimpse of what person B is. in life when we sometimes trust a person 100%, that person might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unknowingly&lt;/span&gt; betray. we might be taken lightly as just another stepping stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the person is done, s/he will just ignore us after s/he has achieve what s/he wants. it is a cruel cycle. it is a fish eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt; world. like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;piranhas&lt;/span&gt;. (i wonder if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;piranhas&lt;/span&gt; eat each other in desperate times?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2075582063055282311?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2075582063055282311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2075582063055282311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-ever-find-yourself-entangled.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4271321520366040163</id><published>2010-03-05T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:49:57.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from time to time i will take the liberty of reading other people's blogs just to see what are they up to now. like family and friends. sometimes just any random blog the search enginge will find for me. so last year i stumbled upon a blog, a random blog. it is basically written by a mother. she mainly tell stories of her kids daily life. it is entertaining though. besides that, she also had this awesome layout from a source. when i scroll back up and navigate my eyeballs to the top left-hand corner of the page, i saw a small sign which says, "cuttest blog on the block".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is the story of where i got a background layout from. man! what is wring with me tonight? i kept having typing errors. like when i want to type 'from', it appears 'form'. two words with the same amout of letters and same latters, only different arrangement. therefore, each word brings different meanings. tada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i know why i am having so many typing errors tonight, it is because i am suppose to go to bed. i have classes tomorrow. accounts, chemistry, malay language and accounts 2. dad is going to pick me up tomorrow since my normal trasport is not around. life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;human plans, God decides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have a few more stories to tell but i am so tired now. i think it is better for both you and me to retire for the night. time to take a good, relaxing, soothing, long rest. good night.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445161280764046674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S5EZVcym7VI/AAAAAAAAAak/-q4F4T1zyfo/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4271321520366040163?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4271321520366040163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4271321520366040163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-time-to-time-i-will-take-liberty.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S5EZVcym7VI/AAAAAAAAAak/-q4F4T1zyfo/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-685216720416936764</id><published>2010-02-27T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:25:29.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;below is a nice song lyric for everyone. it is about who is the most important person in your life (after Allah and Rasulullah for muslims), your mother. hope you will enjoy the song and understand the message that it is trying to convey to the world. if you are observant enough, the chorus repeats mother 3x before father. this indicates that a mother is 3x more important than a father. my mum did said because a mother's ,love is so big than a fathers love. in general. besides that, just for general knowledge, during pregnency, 1/2 of 6000 of the mother's blood capillaries in the womb are disconnected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''Your Mother'' by Yusuf Islam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who should I give my love to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My respect and my honor to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who should I pay good mind to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Allah And Rasulullah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who next?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Your mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who next? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;your father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause who used to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And clean you and clothes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who used to feed you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And always be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you were sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay up all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding you tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's right no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your mother (My mother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who should I take good care of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giving all my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who should I think most of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Allah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Rasulullah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who next? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who next? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;your father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause who used to hear you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before you could talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who used to hold you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before you could walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you fell who picked you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean your cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one but your mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who should I stay rigt close to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen most to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never say no to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Allah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Rasulullah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who next? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who next? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;your father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause who used to hug you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And buy you new clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comb your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And blow your nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wiped your tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knows your fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who really cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Say Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ &lt;a title="Your Mother Lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/your_mother_lyrics_yusuf_islam.html"&gt;Your Mother Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/redir.php?id=7&amp;amp;artist=Yusuf" target="_blank" song="Your"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-685216720416936764?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/685216720416936764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/685216720416936764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/below-is-nice-song-lyric-for-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1574783176160178149</id><published>2010-02-26T10:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:11:06.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as we all know that this year is my final year in highschool, i have made my mind to join the annual sports' day. not wanting to miss the last chance of cheering (practically scream) for the GREENies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was SMKDU's 13th annual sports' day. it was held at the Kelana Jaya stadium in the morning. this year i took part in house marching. and only house marching. we have 5 house colours, red, yellow, green,, blue &amp;amp; purple. like last year the theme must be sports. therefore &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red did archery&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow did bowling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple did golf&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green did american football&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue did fencing&lt;/span&gt;. even though blue did fencing they also featured other sports athlets like Renee (international basketball player) and nabil (international go kart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a part of the 33 marchers of the green house. i have to say that this year's management is better than last year's management. after the opening ceremony, the events commence with male 800m open relay. Nabil ran first and he made it look like a piece of cake. same goes for Renee in the female 800m open relay. there was a big gap between them an the following runners. kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a supportive green house member, my friends and i was cheering for (of course no one else)&lt;br /&gt;the green house reps. i believe all of them gave their best in their respective events. this year he GREENies have more winnings than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to a sudden rain at the end of the closing ceremony, the administrators have decided to announce the winners of house march competition and uniform march competition. *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st : yellow&lt;br /&gt;2nd : purple&lt;br /&gt;3rd : green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st : Scouts&lt;br /&gt;2nd : PKBM&lt;br /&gt;3rd : Kadet Polis&lt;br /&gt;4th : St. John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though the green only win third place, it will be a motivation for the upcoming GREENies marchers for the following green marchers. long live green!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least i would like to thank to all my teachers and freinds who have made this day a memorable day to me. THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1574783176160178149?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1574783176160178149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1574783176160178149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-we-all-know-that-this-year-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-7700727313958371884</id><published>2010-02-19T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:30:48.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are a few pics of me with my sibs and cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T3gaMBpI/AAAAAAAAAac/vso6vn3ULwo/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439807244223645330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T3gaMBpI/AAAAAAAAAac/vso6vn3ULwo/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T3ZbfFfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Lh7spn1BBZ4/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439807242350040562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T3ZbfFfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Lh7spn1BBZ4/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T2o-LnzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9MZ6cXLGDiA/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439807229342228274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T2o-LnzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9MZ6cXLGDiA/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T2fMa3AI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xPyPCHMUIJA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439807226717592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T2fMa3AI/AAAAAAAAAaE/xPyPCHMUIJA/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T14Ly6LI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/P5tvusvu0Sg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439807216245991602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T14Ly6LI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/P5tvusvu0Sg/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34Tee8aq0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/75Q4MxGJ-eo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806814333610818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34Tee8aq0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/75Q4MxGJ-eo/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TeGdDGUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fO50Byx-1SM/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806807759591746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TeGdDGUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fO50Byx-1SM/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TdvwnImI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fRJ3KZorjPk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806801667629666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TdvwnImI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fRJ3KZorjPk/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806785309417266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34Tcy0gnzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9RmlLXRxriA/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TH6GgbGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fyCpi59Z0hc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806426486697058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TH6GgbGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fyCpi59Z0hc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34THsUFdzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ud7WtJkwHoI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806422785554226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34THsUFdzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ud7WtJkwHoI/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34THNf4gqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OKDml0-3Tgc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806414513537698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34THNf4gqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OKDml0-3Tgc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TGn7O7wI/AAAAAAAAAY0/e3zP25CEdEw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806404427706114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TGn7O7wI/AAAAAAAAAY0/e3zP25CEdEw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TGbUMlgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iFe4LVdrVeE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806401042748930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34TGbUMlgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iFe4LVdrVeE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-7700727313958371884?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7700727313958371884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/7700727313958371884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-are-few-pics-of-me-with-my-sibs.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S34T3gaMBpI/AAAAAAAAAac/vso6vn3ULwo/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1365546251706207400</id><published>2010-02-16T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:49:10.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S3qhVRC8dQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LuaquGR-2P8/s1600-h/imperfections+mayb+what+we+NEED.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438836886728373506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S3qhVRC8dQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LuaquGR-2P8/s320/imperfections+mayb+what+we+NEED.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"imperfections may B what we need"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1365546251706207400?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1365546251706207400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1365546251706207400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/imperfections-may-b-what-we-need.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S3qhVRC8dQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LuaquGR-2P8/s72-c/imperfections+mayb+what+we+NEED.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-2944257589182942965</id><published>2010-02-14T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:57:55.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i have fallen in love with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i c e s k a t i n g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is just awesome! no words to describe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438051539649620386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S3fXEDMU6aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XD8JGmiV39M/s320/ice-skate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-2944257589182942965?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2944257589182942965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/2944257589182942965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-i-have-fallen-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/S3fXEDMU6aI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XD8JGmiV39M/s72-c/ice-skate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8355346349729667224</id><published>2010-02-14T14:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:51:23.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="c_s01ioYKaIfZh9g66ueVNSFNFA="&gt;&lt;p class="ilike_content" style="OVERFLOW: hidden"&gt;i feel like sharing one of my favourite songs. "Girl put your records on" by Corrine Bailey. hope you enjoy it. unfortunately i cant seem to include its soundtrack. sorry about that. hope you like as much as i do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ilike_content" style="OVERFLOW: hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Three little birds sat on my window,&lt;br /&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Summer came like cinamon, so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Little girls double dutch on the concreat.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some times, we'de, got it wrong but its allright.&lt;br /&gt;The more things seem to change (ooooo)&lt;br /&gt;The more they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;Oooo don't you hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl put your record on, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me your favorite song, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go a head let your hair down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safire and faded jeans, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just go ahead let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You're gona find ya self some where, Some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue as the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Sun burnt and lonley.&lt;br /&gt;Sipping tea in a bar by the road side. (Just relax, Just relax)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you,&lt;br /&gt;Gota love that afro hair do.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we'de, feel afraid but its alright,&lt;br /&gt;The more you seem to change oooo oooo&lt;br /&gt;the more they stay the same oooo don't you think its strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tride more than I could take,&lt;br /&gt;Pity for pity sakes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes can't be awake,&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was stronger,&lt;br /&gt;When you gona realise, that you don't even have too try any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8355346349729667224?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8355346349729667224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8355346349729667224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8661002244377794671</id><published>2010-02-12T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:43:14.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as normal human beings we are prone to make mistakes. some that can be erase and some that can not be erase. i have made lots of stupid mistakes when it comes to life. not studies, but life itself. have you heard the malay proverb of "terlajak perahu boleh diundur, terlajak kata buruk padahnya", more or less something like than. when translated into english, it means you can reverse a boat but not what you have said. it is true. even when you don't mean it. the words can backfire. at times when someone is tired, s/he could have said something that s/he does not mean it. has it happen to you? remember, that no one person is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made that silly mistake repeatedlly last time. i hope to not do it ever again. it hurts to think that someone else is hurting because of our own acts. at times i wonder what people see in me. i realise my weaknesses and flaws, but what is so special that makes them realise that i am me and no one else. i am guessing that most of you reading this would not understand what i am writting but it is okay. nothing important in this post anyway. i just want to let my feelings out. that is all. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8661002244377794671?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8661002244377794671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8661002244377794671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-normal-human-beings-we-are-prone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6908396760182122412</id><published>2010-02-12T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:22:09.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all my friends who celebrate the festive season! it is the year of the tiger, isn't it? i also want to wish &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;valentine's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! to those who don't celebrate neither one, happy holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6908396760182122412?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6908396760182122412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6908396760182122412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny-to-all-my-friends-who.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-9050567279341793233</id><published>2010-02-07T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:17:59.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just completed an assingment about something. only need to touch up on the presentation. what's left to do??? a speech, a couple more folios etc. you know the ordinary school stuff. yesterday, saturday, was a school day. the students were allowed to practice marching for the first half of the day. fortunately because our sports day is around the corner. Sri KDU for exapmly had their sports day on 5th of February. ours will be on 25th of February. looking forward to it. the day will be exciting. the last sports day of my school life ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-9050567279341793233?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/9050567279341793233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/9050567279341793233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-completed-assingment-about.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1820588977581586929</id><published>2010-01-26T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:18:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a happy news to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;'he' does have feelings for me.&lt;br /&gt;to my current schoolmates, this is not who you think he is. it is someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1820588977581586929?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1820588977581586929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1820588977581586929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-happy-news-to-share-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6682480324635111275</id><published>2010-01-26T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:09:43.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy belated new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;beleive it or not, this is my first post of the year. i am seldom online. the last i checked my facebook, i was the 3rd least online person in the whole list. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much happend to me. lets recap last year's agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. joined YE club. the club won first among the schools. it was a learning experience. our sponsor was IBM. they came to our school and guided us through out the process. from a to z. we were estatic when the results were announced. there was also an article of our winning in the Star newspaper last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i was involved in a lot of activities at school. all of the activities planned and held in SMKDU SKK was solely organised by the student community themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SMKDU was choosen as one of the cluster schools in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i represented the school in public speaking competition organised by ***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i took part in the annual St. John DU division camp. i think i have posted about it previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. went for interschool competition peringkat daerah. it was about career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. became mc for Majlis Pelantikan Ahli Lembaga PRS together with Shereen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i forgot already lor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets get back to the present. there was a pidato competition in school this morning. the winnners are :-       Amirah Sukurdin&lt;br /&gt;                Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;                Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to them for their winnings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6682480324635111275?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6682480324635111275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6682480324635111275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-belated-new-year-beleive-it-or.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1195038862311735627</id><published>2009-12-12T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:01:40.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg! it is so late already. it has been a really long time since i posted my post. tomorrow morning i have tuition. bm, amt and phy. seriously, it is d best and nice athmosphere to learn. this year's jadual i had i split into 2 days. while last year i just went for only one day. anyway, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; is in one year time, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;trials&lt;/span&gt; is in about 7 months time, more or less and the best part is my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; is in a week time. yay. i have decided to not have any cake. in my opinion its better to have a proper lunch celebration then to spend money on buying cakes. my mum said okey already. hoping to be able to catch up with few friends this holiday. and for some 'catch up' i am only allowed next year after my spm. just changed a few stuff in this blog. the song, amount of posts, friend's link, etc. my friendster account is already dead. it has entered the zombie world. running on its own. my facebook still boleh tahan. my blog, in the process. maal hijrah (islamic new year) is drawing near. before i miss the opportunity to wish i better do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT MAAL HIJRAH KE-1433!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1195038862311735627?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1195038862311735627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1195038862311735627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg-it-is-so-late-already.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6256069335030666223</id><published>2009-09-20T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:41:51.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SrWWYUEYBNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CGPhG_0H7RU/s1600-h/kad_raya_surau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383374274039383250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SrWWYUEYBNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CGPhG_0H7RU/s320/kad_raya_surau.jpg" 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/2612829014216292022-6256069335030666223?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6256069335030666223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6256069335030666223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SrWWYUEYBNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CGPhG_0H7RU/s72-c/kad_raya_surau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6570878216920850338</id><published>2009-09-12T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:03:50.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all ... i could post a proper post. well let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am posting from a relatives' house. came straight from a day tuition at Pudu. here's the link to the centre. &lt;a href="http://pusattuisyenmartin.com/"&gt;http://pusattuisyenmartin.com/&lt;/a&gt; the teachers are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;umass - add maths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anwar - physics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faezah - accounts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;razazu - chemistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saliza - maths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guess the fee&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; per subject&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;per month&lt;/span&gt;. not per week. its &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;only RM 23.00&lt;/span&gt; for form 4 classes and RM 25.00 for form 5 classes. i started in January until now. i won't say much about it until you, yourself join the centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;besides that, i made a few friends. puvan, afiq, asyraff, joey, fizi and aqif. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got to go now. am having a family occasion. catch you soon. btw puvan, pls leave your link in the chat box. thanx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6570878216920850338?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6570878216920850338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6570878216920850338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-4994719875773369382</id><published>2009-09-06T13:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:35:06.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BABY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;name is Alisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1st child of A&amp;amp;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;born on 2nd sep 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;at hour 0245&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;weights 2.5 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJDf_0sOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/roSMu93oBcY/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222704488132834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJDf_0sOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/roSMu93oBcY/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJC9KAoVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h8Mgm91L1Uo/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222695135617362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJC9KAoVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/h8Mgm91L1Uo/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJCV2F1qI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1GZlTDCVPXc/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222684583089826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJCV2F1qI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1GZlTDCVPXc/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJCOvCVpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xrr1foTDtV4/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222682674452114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJCOvCVpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xrr1foTDtV4/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJBkOuC4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/WV9--lzGEvQ/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222671264615298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJBkOuC4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/WV9--lzGEvQ/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIgH88VZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mfEjSpL7Rs0/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222096738178450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIgH88VZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mfEjSpL7Rs0/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIfx_hk2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hRtzplXfHsw/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222090843427682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIfx_hk2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hRtzplXfHsw/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIfc5n7BI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NBa7Fqjq2Cg/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222085181533202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIfc5n7BI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NBa7Fqjq2Cg/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIfNh5UCI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eqA5rcwXmBA/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222081055477794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIfNh5UCI/AAAAAAAAAWE/eqA5rcwXmBA/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIeoA3jvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Niq-S5pQVL4/s1600-h/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378222070984838898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNIeoA3jvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Niq-S5pQVL4/s320/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-4994719875773369382?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4994719875773369382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/4994719875773369382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-name-is-alisha-1st-child-of-born.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SqNJDf_0sOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/roSMu93oBcY/s72-c/Alisha%27s+First+Journey+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6585633024193321342</id><published>2009-08-28T10:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:03:13.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey guys!!! these are the pics that i snap by myself. some are beautiful some are npt. well life is just like that. fyi- its taken purely within year 2009. there's more pics. will post it next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHSuI6rxI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cKCaKhk5AYs/s1600-h/IMG0069A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374843067238625042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHSuI6rxI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cKCaKhk5AYs/s320/IMG0069A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHSOdyekI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gO_L7e6afHc/s1600-h/IMG0065A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374843058736233026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHSOdyekI/AAAAAAAAAVE/gO_L7e6afHc/s320/IMG0065A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHRtgk-WI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_yBoQHX4SH8/s1600-h/IMG0062A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374843049889560930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHRtgk-WI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_yBoQHX4SH8/s320/IMG0062A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHRJQ4SKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OWzmki_P-gU/s1600-h/IMG0061A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374843040160041122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHRJQ4SKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/OWzmki_P-gU/s320/IMG0061A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHQiluyGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_34L8y6YMfI/s1600-h/IMG0060A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374843029778516066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHQiluyGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_34L8y6YMfI/s320/IMG0060A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHHEK_MyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FCKu4iLYSi0/s1600-h/IMG0059A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842866994459426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHHEK_MyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/FCKu4iLYSi0/s320/IMG0059A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHGq5JpGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XhQ3wK0nkEY/s1600-h/IMG0058A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842860208759906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHGq5JpGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/XhQ3wK0nkEY/s320/IMG0058A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHGC9KfTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QBzLHdSjnZM/s1600-h/IMG0057A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842849488174386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHGC9KfTI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QBzLHdSjnZM/s320/IMG0057A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHFEL8SgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uB2ouISDbTw/s1600-h/IMG0054A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842832638724610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdHFEL8SgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uB2ouISDbTw/s320/IMG0054A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG7opD5HI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NOCnebUkxMk/s1600-h/IMG0052A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842670625842290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG7opD5HI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NOCnebUkxMk/s320/IMG0052A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG7AhRC0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/YInFbHzUsFE/s1600-h/IMG0051A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842659855731522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG7AhRC0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/YInFbHzUsFE/s320/IMG0051A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG6hwf7aI/AAAAAAAAATs/x6-r5fdFQro/s1600-h/IMG0050A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842651598122402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG6hwf7aI/AAAAAAAAATs/x6-r5fdFQro/s320/IMG0050A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842636647327410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG5qD85rI/AAAAAAAAATc/BfqfLyqbW9w/s320/IMG0047A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842643702068338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdG6EV7tHI/AAAAAAAAATk/_Bnf3oW6EcQ/s320/IMG0048A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGxQuo-ZI/AAAAAAAAATU/Ja_oinZKZ8s/s1600-h/IMG0046A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842492408101266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGxQuo-ZI/AAAAAAAAATU/Ja_oinZKZ8s/s320/IMG0046A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGw6gDldI/AAAAAAAAATM/Wl0H7oPcPbI/s1600-h/IMG0042A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842486441350610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGw6gDldI/AAAAAAAAATM/Wl0H7oPcPbI/s320/IMG0042A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGwuAvV0I/AAAAAAAAATE/rrLdC4KstxE/s1600-h/IMG0041A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842483088774978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGwuAvV0I/AAAAAAAAATE/rrLdC4KstxE/s320/IMG0041A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGwMJQKiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VF9BmAruZec/s1600-h/IMG0040A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842473997675042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGwMJQKiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VF9BmAruZec/s320/IMG0040A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGvl6lyKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/UYdS94bz3aM/s1600-h/IMG0035A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842463735629986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGvl6lyKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/UYdS94bz3aM/s320/IMG0035A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGlwoDnCI/AAAAAAAAASs/sAFEusCmTm0/s1600-h/d%27+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842294811991074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGlwoDnCI/AAAAAAAAASs/sAFEusCmTm0/s320/d%27+trees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGlcvq-uI/AAAAAAAAASk/WM32jJ-b-Bg/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842289475222242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGlcvq-uI/AAAAAAAAASk/WM32jJ-b-Bg/s320/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGk3Z-00I/AAAAAAAAASc/hpBbciQPSLQ/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842279452136258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGk3Z-00I/AAAAAAAAASc/hpBbciQPSLQ/s320/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGkZb7BpI/AAAAAAAAASU/aDGKP4lPX8I/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374842271407212178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGkZb7BpI/AAAAAAAAASU/aDGKP4lPX8I/s320/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_160atEk8MRg/SpdGkE1CooI/AAAAAAAAASM/gVo2muhl1fs/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Full name?: SARAH M. T.&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname?: SA, CHALA, SOYA&lt;br /&gt;003. Single or taken?: -now- SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign?: SAGITTARIUS&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female?: FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary?: Q-DEES&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle?: SKBK-BUKIT KUCHAI, SKSI-OUG, SKS1-BK&lt;br /&gt;008. High?: SMKS4-BK, SMKDU-PJ&lt;br /&gt;009. Eye color?: SUPER DARK BROWN&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color?: BROWNISH BLACK&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short hair?: SHORT&lt;br /&gt;012. Shoe size?: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;013. Asthma?: THANK ALLAH, NO&lt;br /&gt;014. Health freak?: A LIL&lt;br /&gt;015. Height?: 155 CM&lt;br /&gt;016. Do u crush on someone?: YOU TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;018. Have piercings?: YEA&lt;br /&gt;019. Tattoos?: NO&lt;br /&gt;020. Righty or lefty?: LEFTY&lt;br /&gt;021. Sexual orientation?: SRAIGHT&lt;br /&gt;022. School clique?: IMPOSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing?: DURING YEAR 3/4&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend?: AZIMAH&lt;br /&gt;025. First movie?: CAN’T RECALL&lt;br /&gt;026. First sport you joined?: RUNNING FOR FUN, DUH…&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet?: TORTOISE&lt;br /&gt;028. First concert?: AS IN I PERFORM OR I ATTEND?&lt;br /&gt;029. First crush?: GOT LA…&lt;br /&gt;030. First kiss?: GONE TO MY MUM&lt;br /&gt;031. First love?: SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;032. First broken heart?: NOT YET&lt;br /&gt;033. First stitches?: NOPE&lt;br /&gt;034. First broken bone?: NONE&lt;br /&gt;035. First grade teacher?: PUAN MAIMON, I THINK SO&lt;br /&gt;036. First car?: WAIT TILL I’M OLDER&lt;br /&gt;037. First cell phone?: MY UPSR YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;038. Im eating?: NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;039. Im drinking?: SKY JUICE&lt;br /&gt;040. Im listening to?: NELLY FURTADO&lt;br /&gt;041. Im workin on?: PLENTY&lt;br /&gt;042. Im waiting on?: CHOC DELIVERY BY MY SIS&lt;br /&gt;043. Im wearing?: T-SHIRT AND SHORTS&lt;br /&gt;044. Im worried about?: A FEW STUFF&lt;br /&gt;045. Im loving?: TWILIGHT BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;046. Im missing?: MY PREVIOUS TOWN LIFE&lt;br /&gt;047. Im anticipating?: SJAM, SMKDU-YE, PRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that comes to mind:&lt;br /&gt;048. Kids: SHOULD ENJOY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;049. Marriage?: IS JUST COMPLICATED&lt;br /&gt;050. Career?: ACTUARIAL SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;051. Pickle?: SOUR&lt;br /&gt;052. Penny?: $$$&lt;br /&gt;053. Stop?: NEVER&lt;br /&gt;054. Donut?: BORED OF IT&lt;br /&gt;055. QuizPox.com?: HUH’?&lt;br /&gt;056. Myspace.com?: MINE IS DEAD&lt;br /&gt;057. Debt?: VERY BAD&lt;br /&gt;058. College?: HOPEFULLY BY 2011&lt;br /&gt;059. Cupid?: WENT FOR A SUPER LONG VACATION&lt;br /&gt;060. 777?: JUST DIGITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE DESIRED SEX?:&lt;br /&gt;061. Lips or eyes?: EYES&lt;br /&gt;062. Hugs or kisses?: HUGS&lt;br /&gt;063. Shorter or taller?: TALLER&lt;br /&gt;064. Romantic or spontaneous?: BOTH&lt;br /&gt;065. Stomach or arms?: HUH’?&lt;br /&gt;066. Sensitive or loud?: BOTH AT THE SAME TIME&lt;br /&gt;067. Hook-up or relationship?: THE 2ND ONE&lt;br /&gt;068. Older or younger?: DOESN’T MATTER&lt;br /&gt;069. Richer or Poorer?: I DON’T SEE THE POINT IN IT&lt;br /&gt;070. Smart or witty?: OFCOURSE SMART&lt;br /&gt;071. Shy or outgoing?: BOTH OF IT&lt;br /&gt;072. High maintenance or plain?: IN BETWEEN&lt;br /&gt;073. Glasses or contacts?: GLASSES&lt;br /&gt;074. Taurus or Gemini?: NONE&lt;br /&gt;075. Lots of friends or no friends?: WHO CARES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;076. Kissed a stranger?: NADA&lt;br /&gt;077. Lost your glasses or contacts?: DON’T EVEN NEED IT&lt;br /&gt;078. Lost your cell phone?: NO&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken any bones?: NO&lt;br /&gt;080. Broken someones heart?: YES AND AM SO SORRY&lt;br /&gt;081. Been arrested?: NO&lt;br /&gt;082. Seen a hooker?: NO WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;083. Been to a funeral?: YES&lt;br /&gt;084. Been to Las Vegas?: NO&lt;br /&gt;085. Bought off Ebay?: NO&lt;br /&gt;086. Cheated?: IN WHAT SENSE&lt;br /&gt;087. Picked your nose and ate it?: NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;088. God?: WAJIB&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself?: YEA…&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles?: YES&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight?: ITS MORE TO TAKDIR&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven?: YES&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa?: NO&lt;br /&gt;094. Fairies?: NO&lt;br /&gt;095. Kissing on the first date?: NO&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels?: YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there some1 u want 2 b wif right now?: DUH…&lt;br /&gt;098. Is Superman really better than Batman?: DOES IT MATTER&lt;br /&gt;099. Have you dated more than 1 person at the same time?: NO&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 Truths and tag 10 people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-5402138916905083560?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5402138916905083560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/5402138916905083560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/001.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-1568512029454687976</id><published>2009-03-06T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:31:47.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You won’t believe what happen this week. First of all during PJK class. This week was suppose to be PJ week. Where all of us are suppose to bring our PJ attire. Less than half did that. We thought that we could stay in class. Seems that we can’t. So, what to do? Each of us had to do lines. ‘I will bring my PJ attire for every PJ class.’ Not just 1 or 5 sheets but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 sheets&lt;/span&gt; of it. Fortunately she did not specified the size of the sheets. So I took the liberty of doing it in the small size paper. Which I tore it out from my ***** book. She also didn’t mention anything about writing. My friends would know what I mean by writing. Is it neat, ugly, unreadable? What? Besides that we had Maulidurasul celebration before recess today. After recess we had physic paper. The questions were easy. Only that I did not read enough. So I won’t be surprise if I get low marks. As long as I get  50 or above it is okay. This coming Monday is a holiday and I don’t know what is the purpose of it. The days after it are exam days. 8 more papers to go Sarah. You can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gambate!!! Gambate!!! Gambate!!! Gambate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-1568512029454687976?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1568512029454687976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/1568512029454687976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-wont-believe-what-happen-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-8047372286376046667</id><published>2009-03-01T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:24:17.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew............ finally after so long i get a chance to post something. just a quick update. when for a st. john's camping on 20th - 22nd february. had a blast of fun. can check out the photos at dannie's blog (&lt;a href="http://www.danniemar.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.danniemar.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;). having exam next week. first paper? physics. luckily my uncle is teaching me physics. tq very much uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-8047372286376046667?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8047372286376046667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/8047372286376046667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612829014216292022.post-6494860598380011345</id><published>2009-01-25T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:59:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>entered du on the 5th of jan 2009.  got signed to 4 jati. in other words 4s2. the people here are friendly. made friends quickly. most of the students in this class got straight a's. not much different. this past thursday, i met with an old friend form s4. who coincidently also transfered here to du. i was shocked for a mommnet. glad shocked. happy shocked . her name is alicia boey. can't believe it. believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among the friends that i have made over there in this month alone are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anisah yasmin&lt;br /&gt;rebecca toy&lt;br /&gt;renee&lt;br /&gt;cynthia (pls correct my spelling if its wrong)&lt;br /&gt;nikita (dzaf's ex-schoolmate)&lt;br /&gt;nisa'&lt;br /&gt;saliza&lt;br /&gt;wan&lt;br /&gt;kien beng&lt;br /&gt;irdayati&lt;br /&gt;syikin&lt;br /&gt;siow men&lt;br /&gt;kar men&lt;br /&gt;fatim&lt;br /&gt;cheng wen&lt;br /&gt;farhi&lt;br /&gt;manoj&lt;br /&gt;abdullah&lt;br /&gt;afiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are among of the friends that i have be friend with. there are a lot more but i don't have time to type all of them. it will take ages to finish it. got to go now. chowz!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612829014216292022-6494860598380011345?l=anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6494860598380011345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612829014216292022/posts/default/6494860598380011345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anothersoul-sarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/entered-du-on-5th-of-jan-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>~sarah~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701730859501151338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
