<?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-6175613059303088283</id><updated>2011-10-01T00:35:32.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7788427557105341300</id><published>2011-01-02T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:54:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Okay, besides the resolutions i mentioned earlier, there are many more new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grow taller. I NEED to be taller.&lt;br /&gt;3. Study more and stay away from onlining.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get straight A's for SPM!&lt;br /&gt;5. My hair will be obedient&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep early everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph, I guess that's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amanda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-7788427557105341300?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7788427557105341300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7788427557105341300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7788427557105341300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7788427557105341300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2196721254771191732</id><published>2011-01-02T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:18:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change." - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amanda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-2196721254771191732?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2196721254771191732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2196721254771191732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2196721254771191732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2196721254771191732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2487906989545050048</id><published>2011-01-01T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:13:10.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Life is like a book. Everyday has a new page with adventures to tell,&lt;br /&gt;things to learn and tales to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR &amp;amp; HAVE A GREAT YEAR AHEAD! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe that it's already 2011? Well i quite do. I woke up this afternoon with a brand new day and brand new hopes. I'm letting go 2010 and i'm actually quite looking forward to this year. The memories will be forever kept inside my heart. 2010 has been an adventure for me. The ups and downs has taught me and i'd grown alot, physically not that much but mentally, yes. Positivity has made me alive and i'm definately never gonna stop being positive and being optimistic. So yeah, my resolution this year is to continue being positive and optimistic and keep believing in myself no matter what. Not forgetting, i'm gonna live like there's no tomorrow :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we all know, today is 1/1/11. Great number. And this one is my first post of 2011. That's all for now. I'm gonna update my Singapore trip soon and I'm gonna change my blog layout. I'm bored of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-2487906989545050048?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2487906989545050048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2487906989545050048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2487906989545050048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2487906989545050048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8192014686725555694</id><published>2010-12-28T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T04:32:57.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYEBYE MALAYSIA.</title><content type='html'>WILL BE BACK ON THE 31ST OF DECEMBER. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-8192014686725555694?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8192014686725555694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8192014686725555694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8192014686725555694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8192014686725555694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/byebye-malaysia.html' title='BYEBYE MALAYSIA.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5338213319015422400</id><published>2010-12-27T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:58:42.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24th December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christmas Eve Party. Hmmph. &lt;em&gt;IT WAS A BLAST. IT WAS OFF THE HOOK. IT WAS AWESOME!&lt;/em&gt; I had tons of fun and it was indeed a night a remember. It was quite tiring preparing the party but it was totally worth it. Everyone had fun. The food are of course delicious. There were nasi lemak, fried chicken, sotong, curry beef, pudding, mousse tart, strawberry tart. Christmas cake, biscuits, coleslaw and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 12ish or 1ish. After lunch, we went to the hall and start to set up everything. We had some difficulties at first setting up the decos but we could handle it. I was setting up the balloons most of the time. And then Anissa came with her loudspeakers. I went back upstairs to shower and then copy and paste the songs into the pendrive. I wpre a purple dress that night :) We went back downstairs and set up the DJ corner :D And music starts playing. Woooo. By that time all the food are ready and guests started to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended at about 11ish and we start to remove everything. Sent my friends home and I went back upstairs. We were all waiting excitedly til 12 o'clock to unwrap those presents :) When the clock striked 12, we enthusiasticly took all of our presents and unwrap them like there's no tomorrow. Without a doubt, it was a great moment :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the things that I got for this year's Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Taylor Swift's Speak Now album (deluxe edition)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Clothes - 2 dresses, a top and a cardigan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Pencil box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. 2 hand bags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Hello Kitty lip balm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Photo frame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Small bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Handphone purse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Hair band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Lamp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Photos will be updated soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th December 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to The Curve and watched Gulliver's Travels 3D. Actually I wanted to watch Tron 3D but it was too late so we ended up watching Gulliver. The movie was okay la. Oh I wanna watch Narnia and Yogi's Bear too :( After the movie, we went to Ikea and ate hotdog and currypuffs. Mmmmm yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th December 2010&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to Bibi's birthday partaaay. I tell you, the food is frigging delicious. Like hell awesome. And then went to Anissa's house to jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I just finish packing for Singapore. We're leaving tomorrow at 5ish in the morning. Our flight will be departing at 7. And I have to wake up at 4am. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tata for now and i'll be back from Singapore on the 31st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-5338213319015422400?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5338213319015422400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5338213319015422400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5338213319015422400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5338213319015422400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/round-and-round.html' title='Round and round.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-3625421489705677377</id><published>2010-12-23T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:42:20.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>193. Sparks fly.</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggers/non-bloggers/whoever-that-reads-my-blog. Probably no one reads my blog. Anyway, I know this blog has been abandoned for a zillion years. I'm so sorry bloggie :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the 24th of December. I know, i know, blablabla. First, lets rewind back to October that i didn't get to post it when i wrote it back when in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're not done with our Biology and Chemistry syllabus, the teacher decided to have extra classes. It was helpful but tiring. And I got to take that as an excuse to skip training. (: They keep on forcing me to go for training by saying they'll cancel my name if I don't go. I wouldn't mind much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Math, the teacher let us to watch Nightmare in Elm's Street. It was scary but awesome! We didn't get to watch the ending. We were desperate to watch the ending until we begged the teachers everyday. EVERYDAY. Okay, when they let us to watch, Ayol didn't bring the CD. We were like, WHAT THE.. And the same thing happens day by day. We just dont get to watch the ending. What a bummer. But we got to watch Predators. Quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great new is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year exam is postponed! Woohooooo. We almost cried for joy. It was such an indescribable moment. But for now, exam is coming on next Wednesday. 4 days more. :O Exam will be on for 3 weeks til 12th of November. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th was Ezzah's birthday. Happy birthday Ezzah! (: Her sister planned a surprise birthday party for her at Duta Ria's poolside. We went there at about 8 and we waited for about an hour(probably more than an hour) til the birthday girl came. The surprise was totally unplanned. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought us to Kepong Mall and we went to the arcade. And guess what? No don't guess. I beat my dad in racing car! Weeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me, Tres, Mizah , Liya and Cikgu Noriah went to Arkib Negara for some kind of Bulan Bahasa event i think. Trust me, it was super boring. There was ceramah for the entire event and made me I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 31st of October was Paramore's concert. Didn't get to get in. D: So we just got to hear Hayley from outside for while then we went back :( Disha was being so optimistic. Haha, unlike her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th was Syiqin's sweet sixteen. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYIQIN! ♥ I miss you badly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 20th was my aunt's 28th birthday, Mei ku! :D She's becoming older and older every year :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.10.2010. Amazing right. I didn't really notice at first, but everyone was talking about it on Facebook. So i was like, 'Oh yeaaah! Wow!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then a really stupid incident happened. First off, I came home. Tania was still sleeping like a pig even when i rang the bell and shouted. And then she woke up, gave me the house key, and i tried open the lock but couldn't. I wanted to pee badly that very moment and now, this?? SHIT. What will happen next? So I dumped my bag outside the house and went to the clubhouse's toilet. AHHH, felt so good after peeing :D And then i went back up and tried to open the lock again. Thank god i could open it. And then, Cassandra's not back from school yet. I thought she followed my grandma for lunch. Until my grandma reach home, Cassandra was not with her. We panicked and my grandma started to scream. I called Aunt Jayanthi and she said she sent her back from school as usual. And then I called Dinesh. He said he saw Cassy walked up the hill as usual. We panicked more. So I called my mum and told her. And then my grandma went to the neighbour's house and ask her did she saw Cassandra, and guess what? Cassy was at my neighbour's house all along. -___- Tania was sleeping like a pig. So when Cassandra was back from school, she kept screaming but Tania can't hear and was still sleeping like a pig. And then the neighbour saw her so she brought her to her house. Speechless? Yeah me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, we tried the Cheesy6 pizza. It tasted normal and nothing special. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, final year exam started. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Singapore on the 28th. So we made a passport. WEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a funny story, we thought my aunt, Emily was pregnant. Cause she eats alot that time. And the pregnancy tester shows that she's pregnant. So we were so happy and excited cause we all wanted to play with the baby. When the report came out, it stated that she was not pregnant but she has parasites in her stomach. HAHAHAHAHHA. *not being mean* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 4 days off for Deepavali. Thank god. So i went to Karuna and Disha's open house. Love the murukus ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is done. Like DONEEE. You know what i mean? It's a feeling that you can't really explain with words. But all i can say is, HALLELUJAH!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my form 4 final year exam, it was definately stressing. Of course. For a period before exam comes, i do Add Maths exercises like crazy. Not exactly crazy but yeah i revised alot for Add Math and my hard work paid off. I got 80 for Add Math! That day I didn't go to school when the teacher gave out the exam paper back. So Tres took it for me and came to my house to give me the paper. When i know i got an A for Add Math, i was like, 'What?! Seriously?! Don't lie. *Freezed for a moment, and then realising it is true* and then reacted, OMG!' Definately one of the greatest moment in life so far. An achievement! :) Before this I did badly and thank god i didn't fail for my previous exams. Other papers was, hmmph, okay? Physics was, what's that word? IRRITATING, ANNOYING, LIFE-MISERABLER (no such word, i know), PROBLEM GIVER &amp;amp; ETC. -_____- I'm still moving on, don't worry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was like hell. Plus i was quite lazy. So i didn't go to school much after exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of school (yeaaaaah, finally!), our class had a trip to the National Zoo. Actually we were supposed to go there for Khidmat Masyarakat, but we were late so we went there as visitors. Thank god. No need to clean elephant poop :D Oh since it's the last day of school, we went to Wendy's to eat, and celebrate. And then swimming. I felt like it's holiday already.. ahhhhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the happiest thing on earth ever happened, HOLIDAY! YEEEESSS! Like finally! I'd been waited for so long for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppies had grown so big and not that cute as far as i'd known. They were soooo cute when they were still babies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ohhh, I'd started guitar lessons. At first i was kinda blurr but now i'm getting quite a hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th was Mandy's sweet sixteen. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBO! :) forgot when's your birthday :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First trip for holiday: CAMERON HIGHLANDS! We went with my dad's friend and his friend's friend. It was so not fun and with them :/ Anyways, we went there for 3 days, 2 nights. We stayed in a so-called bungalow. And we ate homecook food most of the time. So we got to go to the strawberry farm, tea farm (best part c:), vegetable farm and blablabla. We plucked our own strawberries :) and ate satay celup which is famous in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, i cut my hair. Not that short. Just trimmed. It looks the same but thinner and lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what? Taylor Swift is having a concert in Singapore next year in February but not in Malaysia. Fish. I'm like, the biggest fan of hers and she's not coming to Malaysia?! URGGGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaf's birthday was on the 30th. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAF! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in &lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Rapunzel. It was incredibly awesome and romantic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yummy's one day and saw a really hawt guy. No way I'm telling his name here :) I'll just call him, Josh. That's not his real name. But he's so hawwwwt. Josh looks sooooo like Ridhwan. Weird. Even Disha said they both look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mid Valley twice for Christmas shopping. It was soooo tiring and mengheachachekan. I just can't choose between two pretty dresses. Arrrgh. I hate it when i HAD to choose between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed my aunt for McDonald's breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I downloaded tons of Christmas songs. Tons, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th was Taylor Swift's 21st birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my grandma's house and my aunt gave alot of chocolates from her Europe trip. Yummy. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to the class hangout thing at Mid Valley but there was no transport and I felt kinda lazy to go. They watched Narnia! i wanna watch! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to One Utama with DishTresAnissaBibi. We went there in the morning and come back home early cause i had mandarin tuition :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Wong's birthday was on the 17th. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY! You're finally 12 :D I was expectating her birthday party this year but surprisingly this year she's not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we had this family reunion and we ate tong-yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait til tomorrow. Christmas Eve Party! And not forgetting, presents!! :) Tomorrow will be a heck of a busy day. And then I'll have to plan for our Singapore trip. I didn't do any planning yet. Oh great. We're leaving for Singapore on the 28th. I'll have time, just hope :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh today i tagged along with Tania to get her PMR result. She got straight A's. Thank god. If not i'll be embarrased by her. :D This year, 16 students got straight A's. Last year, only 9 students got straight A's. isssssssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I finally finished this post. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Not promising. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-3625421489705677377?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3625421489705677377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=3625421489705677377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3625421489705677377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3625421489705677377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/193-sparks-fly.html' title='193. Sparks fly.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-42248015861180017</id><published>2010-10-10T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:50:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>192. 10th of October 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great news people! Today is officially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10. 10. 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not that you don't know. -.- So today is some kind of a special day. I have no idea how special today is. Maybe because it's just numbers with perfect 10s. Okay fine it's special. What a odd day with the number 10. Alot of people especially the Chinese choose this day to get married. Incredible. I'm am glad to be still alive to witness this awesome day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at 7am this morning and went to my aunt's house to visit the puppies. Again. Hee. They'd grew bigger and now they could walk and bark. They could even wrestle among themselves. Haha. Sibling fights. :D They're just simply adorable. &lt;em&gt;Awwwww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the things we did just now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went for a walk at the park for half an hour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had our breakfast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We walked the dogs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We played with the puppies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gave the puppies a manicure. Maan they are lucky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now i feel like sleeping. Okay, i'll go take a short nap. Then i'll go study. If that'll work. :/ I'll never study even when I told myself to study. But this time, I hope I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; hereby now wishes everyone, and not forgetting, myself, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY 10. 10. 10!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&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/6175613059303088283-42248015861180017?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/42248015861180017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=42248015861180017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/42248015861180017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/42248015861180017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/192-10th-of-october-2010.html' title='192. 10th of October 2010'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-172886717855448985</id><published>2010-10-09T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:08:14.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>191. Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Taylor Swift - Mine (Live at the CMA Music Festival 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVFqkcSwTgk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mVFqkcSwTgk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="360" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&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/6175613059303088283-172886717855448985?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/172886717855448985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=172886717855448985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/172886717855448985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/172886717855448985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/191-taylor-swift.html' title='191. Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-650207293744071762</id><published>2010-10-09T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:59:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190. Who owns my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Wenesday, me, Disha, Tres, Anissa, Nasha, Jing, Fiq and Aizat went to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bibi's HUGE open house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It's actually not her open house but whatever. We still love her :) I swear the open house is humongous. It's freaking crowded and there are millions of strangers there. The food is not that tasty. I was quite expecting something like spaghetti. But there's nothing like spaghetti. D: We took tons of photos. Anissa was crazy that night i would say :D Trester's mum's car got blocked by some idiot's car. So we went back home quite late. -.- While waiting for the idiot to remove his car, we queued up for ice-cream. The line was long like shit. Oh and we got duit raya. 5 bucks :) The photos are up in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we skipped tuition. I was freaking tired of everything. I need rest and peace. Why can't people be considerate for others and not think about themselves? Why can't people be courteous? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late this morning (: Thank god I made it on time. I am seriously glad that today is a Friday. I love Fridays. &lt;em&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;/em&gt; I went for Add Math tuition this afternoon and it was tiring. I took a nap before going to tuition and mann I didn't wanna wake up but I had to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is postponed to 18th of October until 1st of November D: Only one week left for me to &lt;s&gt;revise&lt;/s&gt; study 9 bloody subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AWESOME -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. 10. 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is coming on Sunday and I do not wanna freaking miss it. Not a chance. I wanna celebrate. Okay, celebrate what? Hmmph. I'll be celebrating by myself for nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like changing the layout. But i don't have the time for it and i'm lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yesssssssss, I'm gonna sleep until 2 tomorrow (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toodles! *waves* ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-650207293744071762?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/650207293744071762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=650207293744071762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/650207293744071762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/650207293744071762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/190-who-owns-my-heart.html' title='190. Who owns my heart.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6390330834223388227</id><published>2010-10-05T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:08:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>189. Cold as you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to my aunt's house on Sunday again to visit the puppies. This time they grew bigger. They were sooooo adorable. awwww. They look like teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524472553761033618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/TKrehIpSTZI/AAAAAAAAANM/ij_NHZE7dqE/s200/P1050401.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524472555913443746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/TKrehQqdeaI/AAAAAAAAANU/mYycrH4Uvps/s200/P1050406.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;All the 7 puppies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524472569551801618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/TKreiDeGTRI/AAAAAAAAANk/vwyFNDz2a9k/s200/P1050431.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The puppies' dad, Ryu-Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524472560285826402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/TKrehg86vWI/AAAAAAAAANc/Fw5lYpSxHZk/s200/P1050428.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;awww. isn't it the cutest thing ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday we walked to school in the morning. It's was so tiring and sweaty. All thanks to Trester Kaur. She said there was a traffic jam so we walked. There was no traffic jam at all. Okay maybe a lil. And it was a bad hair day. All in all, it was a bad Monday. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I went to the gym yesterday with Disha. Surprisingly, I thought my stamina is at the point of mininum but it was totally opposite. Yaaaaaaay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And just now, I was supposed to go to the training in school but I didn't go cause I don't feel like it. (: I'm going to the gym again later. I am unlikely hardworking nowadays to go to the gym. Oh, the finals are on the 25th of October. Did i just mention OCTOBER? Gosh. I honestly did not realise. Why does time have to fly bloody fast. Urgh. So starting now i have about 3 weeks to study for 9 bloody subjects. :O GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-6390330834223388227?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6390330834223388227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6390330834223388227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6390330834223388227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6390330834223388227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/189-cold-as-you.html' title='189. Cold as you.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/TKrehIpSTZI/AAAAAAAAANM/ij_NHZE7dqE/s72-c/P1050401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5071411023421554625</id><published>2010-10-02T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:11:24.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>188. All the small things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/Mezundastud/Color/31f7b136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/Mezundastud/Color/31f7b136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Bored. Yicks. Should've went to the open house. My parents are leaving me at home while they're gonna have steamboat. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-5071411023421554625?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5071411023421554625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5071411023421554625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5071411023421554625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5071411023421554625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/188-all-small-things.html' title='188. All the small things.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn63/Mezundastud/Color/th_31f7b136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1103757907853487580</id><published>2010-10-02T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:28:29.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>187. The stars are burning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr138/xbekkaxwekkax/-Extras-/peace.jpg" /&gt;It's a Saturday and i'm enjoying it to bits, sorta. Currently I'm listening to my favourite songs. ♥ I skipped school this morning :) I'm tired of going to school and the people there. Why can't you just let me live a calm and peaceful life? Pffft. I can't wait til i get out from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we dissected a frog during Biology. Technically I did not. No way i'm gonna cut it. I can't stand the smell. Eww. Our group took all the organs out. Haha. Even the eyes. And the head is totally gone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named it Froggy. RIP FROGGY! Sorry for killing you. If you wanna plan on a revenge, don't find me kay? Cause i have nothing to do with your death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523361656651853602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/TKbsKaa_LyI/AAAAAAAAANE/9g8bSkf0s9A/s200/P1050295.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-1103757907853487580?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1103757907853487580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1103757907853487580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1103757907853487580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1103757907853487580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/187-stars-are-burning.html' title='187. The stars are burning.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr138/xbekkaxwekkax/-Extras-/th_peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8511578560216342590</id><published>2010-09-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:25:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>186. It's only just a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;For these thoughts here to leave me&lt;br /&gt;There's no words to describe it&lt;br /&gt;In French or in English&lt;br /&gt;Well, diamonds they fade&lt;br /&gt;And flowers they bloom&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;These feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me sideways&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me out lately&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you come around me&lt;br /&gt;These feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me sideways&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking in a moment that&lt;br /&gt;Time will take them away&lt;br /&gt;But these feelings won't go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how stupid and naive i am. Totally speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my parent's 18th annual anniversary (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-8511578560216342590?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8511578560216342590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8511578560216342590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8511578560216342590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8511578560216342590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/09/186-its-only-just-dream.html' title='186. It&apos;s only just a dream.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4966590748445754003</id><published>2010-09-26T13:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:55:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>185. Taylor Swift - Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175613059303088283-4966590748445754003?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4966590748445754003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4966590748445754003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4966590748445754003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4966590748445754003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/09/185-taylor-swift-mine.html' title='185. Taylor Swift - Mine'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6672529658585307750</id><published>2010-09-22T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:59:35.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>184. Everything is not what it seems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School started and it started off well, I guess. Today is Mooncake Festival. We celebrated on last Saturday. The puppies are soooooo cute and adorable. awwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs228.ash2/49304_784403237_5023_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't wanna write much. Currently I don't feel like writing. Bah. Not in the mood for it. Kthanksbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am stupid enough to fall for it, again. Even after when i realise it was stupid the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&gt;&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/6175613059303088283-6672529658585307750?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6672529658585307750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6672529658585307750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6672529658585307750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6672529658585307750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/09/184-everything-is-not-what-it-seems.html' title='184. Everything is not what it seems.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1130318672301545160</id><published>2010-09-17T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:22:49.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>183. I wanna live in a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HOLAAAAAAAA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while, i know. There are &lt;s&gt;tons&lt;/s&gt; MILLIONS of things that i wanna write. Heh. I'll try to make this snappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, hello Shazia! I'm finally writing! Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alright, here i go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Finger exercises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now where should i begin? Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;. I made durian tarts. Technically i was just helping :P They were incredibly delicious. Of course they were because i made it. Haha. The unforgettable 'adventure' that happened was the athletics training, thrice a week. It ended (or was it just temporarily ended? :O) because it was fasting month. Oh thank god. It was surely &lt;s&gt;fun&lt;/s&gt; torturing, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th was Disha's sweet sixteen and we celebrated at Sunway. Not gonna detail it, cause i'm too lazy. Hee. On the next day was Nasha's birthday. And then on the 23rd was my aunt, Emily's 30th birthday. I forgot what we did for her birthday. Haha. No waitttt, I do remember. We had lunch at Kim Gary's and then we headed to Brem Mall for bowling. And then arcade. Fun day indeed. and &lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY GUYS!&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 31st of July, I followed my dad to Bentong to eat durian. Yummy indeed. They were expensive though. For the rest of the day, I was at Sunway Lagoon's Surf Beach. It was &lt;em&gt;MTV WORLD STAGE&lt;/em&gt; baby! It was raining -.- Bunkface, Wonder Girls, Tokio Hotel and Katy Perry performed. Bunkface was boring, as usual. I see them in every concert i went to. Pffft. I just don't like them. Wonder Girls was unexpectedly awesome! I love their songs. Tokio Hotel was awesome too! It was my second time watching them performing. Katy Perry was the bomb! I love her songs and i enjoyed her performance to bits. It was surely an indelible night! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets move on to &lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;. As usual, time is passing by in high speed and is accelerating. I did my oral tests for the second semester. We did the drama for English and syarahan for BM -.- I missed Orianthi's concert. What a bummer. I sat for my monthly exam this month. It was sickening. Urgh. Not forgetting, this month was Cassandra, Anissa, Putri, Shazia, Jing and Justin's birthday. Wow. &lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY GUYS!&lt;/em&gt; (: And on the 31st of August was Malaysia's 53rd Independence Day. Didn't bother to celebrate. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're in &lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;. And soon i'm gonna be in form 5. SPM :O Okay, not thinking and worry about it is the best way to not get a nerve breakdown now. Heh. Frankly, school sucks. Like seriously. &gt;:) Holidays are on for 2 weeks. Raya. Thank god, i seriously need a break from everything. It's already on the second week. 3 more days til school reopens. Shit. Homeworks are still left undone. SHIT. I'm so dead meat. I need more holidays! I was right, that 2 weeks aren't enough and it'll pass by in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Anissa's open house ♥ Spaghetti! And i got duit raya. Hee. Tomorrow i'm going to my aunt's house to celebrate &lt;em&gt;Mid-Autumn Festival&lt;/em&gt;. Can't wait! And the newborn puppies! Can't wait to see them (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's all for now. I'll be back soon, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-1130318672301545160?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1130318672301545160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1130318672301545160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1130318672301545160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1130318672301545160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/09/183-i-wanna-live-in-fairytale.html' title='183. I wanna live in a fairytale.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8263279644303204203</id><published>2010-07-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:20:04.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>182. Losing grip.</title><content type='html'>Time seems to go by really slow today. Real slow. Usually in a blink of an eye, time goes by real fast. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today. Waited for my dad to come to take my report book which he said he'll come at 9am and he ended up coming at 10-ish. I thought he'd forgotton or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://junkonline.net/assets/0004/4976/orianthi-2805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orianthi is coming to Malaysia on 4th August! I wanna gooooo. Like so badly. Pleaaaaaasee?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6175613059303088283-8263279644303204203?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8263279644303204203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8263279644303204203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8263279644303204203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8263279644303204203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/07/182-losing-grip.html' title='182. Losing grip.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6899978033310954057</id><published>2010-07-01T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:09:59.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>181. Can i pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." — Marilyn Monroe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess whaaat? I won a pair of tickets to MTV WORLD STAGE! :)))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On Monday, me and Disha wanted to find for the Junior or Bee. So we browsed the entire site tab by tab. We almost gave up and i also find it impossible for it to be found. I prayed hard. We prayed hard. And i continue browsing page by page. We kept seeing there are 2 more winners for this session and we were like &lt;em&gt;pheww!&lt;/em&gt; Suddenly, i saw Junior at the bottom of the "Line Up" page. I was like stunned and shocked and i frozed for a second. Disha was like &lt;em&gt;"Oh my god! Amandaaaa! Click that!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt; So i quickly clicked it and we were super excited and we were like &lt;em&gt;ohmygod-ting&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. A site popped up and asked us a question. They asked what is Bunkface's album. We were like &lt;em&gt;whatwhatwhaaaat??&lt;/em&gt; We panicked for a second and quickly searched for the answer in the internet. And we have to fill in the details about names and all. I submitted it and they sent an email to me. It took me few thousand years to actually open my account. I forgot my password! So i gotta keep reseting my password again and again since there are always errors. And thank god i could open my mail finally. I clicked on the verification link and there, &lt;em&gt;"Congratulations! You have won a pair of tickets to MTV World Stage!"&lt;/em&gt; YAAAAYY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We told people about it and they were like &lt;em&gt;wtf&lt;/em&gt; :D They were so pissed. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One month has already pass and here comes July. One word. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, my dad brought us to watch Shrek Forever After in 3D. At last. It's so hilarious. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today was the last day of the Hari Keusahawanan. Thank god! There were photoshoot sessions yesterday and today. I am so depressed and frustrated of my Chemistry marks. My marks are supposed to be higher in a way that the teacher counted wrongly, she simply give me a few marks, and she marked wrong for my correct answer. -.-"! I told her today and she said she can change my marks but my Chemistry marks cannot be changed in my report book. I was like what the hell? She kept saying sorry sorry sorry. Urggh. I don't want sorry. I want my marks! :( Tomorrow's Open Day so there's no lessons. Yaaaaaaay. :) My sister's going to her school camp tomorrow. Yaaaaaaaay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh i got my olahraga allowance today. 12 bucks! *evil laugh* :D And starting next week, we'll be training for next year. Oh god. And starting next week, i'll be starting tuition for Add Math and Physics. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&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/6175613059303088283-6899978033310954057?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6899978033310954057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6899978033310954057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6899978033310954057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6899978033310954057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/07/181-can-i-pretend-that-airplanes-in.html' title='181. Can i pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-451027821976483198</id><published>2010-06-26T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:55:26.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180. Every rose has its thorn.</title><content type='html'>I'd found a new way to download songs. Yaaay. It's way easier and faster than Ares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, it's Saturday and i'm lovinnnng it. Except the part where there're tons of homeworks to be finished and i'm so lazyyyyy. &lt;em&gt;Urggh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back some of my exam marks. You don't wanna know how i did. Open Day is on next Friday. Not really expecting anything. Oh and i'm incharge of next week's Minggu Keusahawanan. I seriously have no idea how. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-451027821976483198?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/451027821976483198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=451027821976483198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/451027821976483198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/451027821976483198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/180-every-rose-has-its-thorn.html' title='180. Every rose has its thorn.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4089348395798600718</id><published>2010-06-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:42:47.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>179. Back to wonderland.</title><content type='html'>Naaah, I'm just kidding. :P I'm soooo not looking forward to go back to school. Hmmph. :( We're gonna get our exam results, which i REALLY hope that i didn't fail. I would be so grateful and blessed if i don't fail. Especially my Additional Mathematics. and Physics. Gawdd :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to study during the holidays. And i ended up not even touching a book. I could guess already since it happens all the time. How.. obedient? am i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an irritating sore throat which is such a burden. Stupid sore throat. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Father's Day lunch this afternoon. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt; to all Daddies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-4089348395798600718?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4089348395798600718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4089348395798600718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4089348395798600718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4089348395798600718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/179-back-to-wonderland.html' title='179. Back to wonderland.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6111368961632607685</id><published>2010-06-19T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:35:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>178. A thousand miles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heeeyyaa. I'll make this snappy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Springs was relaxing for sure. And fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i'd finished watching Glee's final episode! GLEE ♥ Oh and i'd finally finished reading The Last Song. I stayed up til 3am just to finish the book. The book is really awesomeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My History notes are still undone. The teacher's seriously insane. He told us to do until chapter 10 which is the last chapter. DIEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holidays. I didn't realize it's gonna be over soon. Smack. Time flies supeeeeer fast. Tomorrow's the last day of holiday. :S We're gonna get our exam results when school reopens. And i think i did badly. URGHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Tuesday i went to Mid Valley with my girls. Plus Fiq. Lol. Went shopping. I wanted to watch a movie but they dont want to :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I'm getting bored of updating. *Peace* LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6111368961632607685?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6111368961632607685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6111368961632607685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6111368961632607685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6111368961632607685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/178-thousand-miles.html' title='178. A thousand miles.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2601512633756658694</id><published>2010-06-07T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:28:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>177. Live out of your imagination, not your history.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/04/02/photo,freedom,girl,joy,jump,fly-4ca1c33ffa59c7b89317da8c36bfda3c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 435px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/04/02/photo,freedom,girl,joy,jump,fly-4ca1c33ffa59c7b89317da8c36bfda3c_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/02/03/balloons,beach,woman,ballons,luce,mare-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/02/03/balloons,beach,woman,ballons,luce,mare-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2377227666_7de80ac48a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2377227666_7de80ac48a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3388/3654302455_c7f4669a85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3388/3654302455_c7f4669a85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/07/04/freedom,jump,inspiration,dance,dancing,feelings-4e1f2d8b92a69cadd0b7d534c2daad37_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/07/04/freedom,jump,inspiration,dance,dancing,feelings-4e1f2d8b92a69cadd0b7d534c2daad37_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3314640589_a03c3bf242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 456px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3314640589_a03c3bf242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/05/balloons,inspire,xv,girl,cute,life-f70c150e92ad8c8104d42b792c46538b_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/05/balloons,inspire,xv,girl,cute,life-f70c150e92ad8c8104d42b792c46538b_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/04/:2photo,art,clouds,jump,photo,sensual-318e1825933d95cef6fc0b55200d51f8_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/04/:2photo,art,clouds,jump,photo,sensual-318e1825933d95cef6fc0b55200d51f8_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3585947887_7a452a01e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/10/04/02/field,jump,dance,girl,nature,joy-34ec8f9adad8a3227513549b21e22749_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3892274949_12b46c5474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3892274949_12b46c5474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2794/4341505993_2c564b7c50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2794/4341505993_2c564b7c50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Freedom is the oxygen to your soul. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yo. Barbequed on Saturday. (: Mummy came back from Kota Kinabalu yesterday and she brought earrings and bracelets for me. Another collection. (: I'm going to&lt;em&gt; Hot Springs&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow with my family. This is our second trip since last year. I'll be back on Wednesday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;toodles!&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6175613059303088283-2601512633756658694?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2601512633756658694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2601512633756658694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2601512633756658694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2601512633756658694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/177-live-out-of-your-imagination-not.html' title='177. Live out of your imagination, not your history.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2377227666_7de80ac48a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8447704678393144892</id><published>2010-06-04T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:52:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>176. Sing til your heart stops beating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do u have to enter my life? Why do u have to be so annoying? You have no idea how miserable u caused me. Not only me. Everyone else. You give me trouble and problems by solving your problems. I have other problems to be solved and worry too. You have incredibly no idea how much i hate you. You're just so complicated and difficult to understand. You give me headche and it hurts.&lt;/span&gt; Yes. It's YOU. You, Additional Mathematics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello.&lt;/em&gt; I'm officially back :) The weeks before had been pretty hectic. Yes. &lt;em&gt;Exams&lt;/em&gt;. -.-" For 2 entire weeks til today. Today's our last paper. &lt;strong&gt;HALLELUJAH!&lt;/strong&gt; I would scream and jump for joy. If i could here ;) Besides, holidays are here. Double screaming and jumping! ;) At last. Holidays are finally here. 2 weeks won't be enough though. As always, holidays are never enough. As for now, no more facing books, online as much as i want, Facebook as much as i want, sing my favourite songs, eat my favourite junk food, continue reading &lt;em&gt;The Last Song&lt;/em&gt;, jump over the roof and not forgetting, enjoy the holidays. Life has not been better than this :) ♥ and no i'm not gonna jump over the roof. ;D I'm just gonna enjoy every second of my life now. Ah i'm lovin' my life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Add Math, Physics and History's another problem. The others are okay. Not exactly. Hmmm. &lt;em&gt;URGH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It's &lt;em&gt;June&lt;/em&gt; already. Woah. so it's like, half month of a year had passed and the other half is soon to come to an end. Like seriously. Time accelerates when you're busy with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to people who celebrates their birthday in May :) Yes, &lt;em&gt;you Edward&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Teacher's Day! Which was on the 17th of May. We danced the &lt;em&gt;Hoedown Throwdown&lt;/em&gt;! Fun fun fun ;) and exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Shrek Forever After&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Letters To Juliet&lt;/em&gt;. I wanna go out. I wanna shop. I want, i want, i want. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now. goodbyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda.&lt;/em&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/6175613059303088283-8447704678393144892?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8447704678393144892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8447704678393144892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8447704678393144892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8447704678393144892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/176-sing-til-your-heart-stops-beating.html' title='176. Sing til your heart stops beating.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2090162852275189648</id><published>2010-05-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:11:57.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>175. Fearless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Isn't it ironic? We ignore those who adore us, adore those who ignore us. Love those who hurt us, and hurt those who love us."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Late Mother's Day! ♥ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's on this Friday. &lt;em&gt;Shiiiiiiiit.&lt;/em&gt; I haven't even start studying yet. Hmmm. Gotta start study! Exam lasts for 2 weeks plus. &lt;em&gt;*Faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing the &lt;em&gt;Hoedown Throwdown&lt;/em&gt; dance on Teacher's Day this coming Monday (; I hope i don't screw up. ): I'm half excited, half afraid. :S I didn't even thought of doing the dance for anything when i learned the dance steps last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can't wait for &lt;em&gt;The Last Song&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Twilight Saga: Eclipse&lt;/em&gt;! They will be premiered on the same day, 8th July (: I'm currently reading &lt;em&gt;The Last Song&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2090162852275189648?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2090162852275189648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2090162852275189648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2090162852275189648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2090162852275189648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/05/175-fearless.html' title='175. Fearless.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-62053111862347704</id><published>2010-05-08T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:13:29.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>174. May Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's already &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;. I've always expected after another horrible month passes, another better one will come. As if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you can see, i'd changed my background colour to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; (: It looks kinda girly. But &lt;em&gt;so what&lt;/em&gt;? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So about the &lt;strong&gt;debate&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh. FUN :) and interesting. I learned alot indeed. Our school won one/four rounds in prelims. It'll be a long story if i write down everything. So we can't get into the octos. We went to watch the octos though. and the grand final recently. St. Michael won. They're all the way from Ipoh. Incredible. For all the days in HELP college, my favourite part was the &lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt;. Darn it was &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt;. I still miss the sandwich :( Trester said i went there just for the buffet. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt; came to town and i totally missed it. URGH. I wanna go to her concert badly! I HATE everyone who went. &lt;em&gt;Pfffft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 28th of April was my sister, &lt;strong&gt;TANIA'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;. She's getting more irritating and annoying everytime she gets older. &lt;em&gt;Pffft&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then the next day was the inter-school &lt;strong&gt;banner&lt;/strong&gt; thing. We got &lt;em&gt;5th place&lt;/em&gt;, over 23 schools. Like what the smack? I know i shouldn't complain much cause we already got 5th place but seriously, our banner's much nicer than the one who got 4rd and 3rd. and I'm totally not bragging. Like seriously. &lt;em&gt;URGH.&lt;/em&gt; and what we got was &lt;em&gt;20 bucks&lt;/em&gt;. I mean for a group. So each of us only get 5 bucks. and i don't think we can even get the money cause it's all given to Ms Loo -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And not forgetting, it was also &lt;strong&gt;SITI KHODIJAH AHMAD'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; on that day. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KHODDEY!&lt;/span&gt; (: i mean &lt;em&gt;belated&lt;/em&gt;? :D Hey Khoddey, if you're reading this, &lt;em&gt;where's my birthday present?&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 1st of May, Me, Anissa, Putri, Disha, Fiq and Jing went to &lt;strong&gt;Tokio Hotel's concert&lt;/strong&gt;. It was surprisingly fun! :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;\m/&gt;.&lt; \m/&lt;/span&gt; We even took a photo with the lead singer of &lt;em&gt;Bunkface!&lt;/em&gt; :P It's not like I'm a fan of Bunkface :) I'm totally not. He was coming out from the public toilet at the backstage called &lt;em&gt;Toi Toi&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For yesterday, we celebrated &lt;strong&gt;Trester's birthday&lt;/strong&gt; at Mid Valley and we watched &lt;em&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/em&gt;. I thought we were watching KickAss and then i just realised we were watching Iron Man 2. I said "Are we watching Iron Man?" HAHAHA. The movie was surprisingly quite nice and it was so funny! :D After the movie, we went to buy her present,&lt;em&gt; secretly&lt;/em&gt; :D It was quite a night. :) and and not forgetting, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRESTER KAUR!&lt;/span&gt; :) You're officially old! :P fyi, her birthday was actually on the 5th :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, today, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Mylia's pool party&lt;/strong&gt;. To eat :) It was quite fun. &lt;em&gt;Thanks for inviting me Mylia!&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS: All the photos will be uploaded in my Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-62053111862347704?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/62053111862347704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=62053111862347704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/62053111862347704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/62053111862347704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/05/174-may-day.html' title='174. May Day.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4604220629006220603</id><published>2010-04-23T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:03:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause i'mma gypsy (:</title><content type='html'>Apparently, this week is not THAT bad as i thought. Thank god. For the entire week, i did not enter the class. I meant the lessons and there're tons of homeworks that i have to catch up :/ For the entire week, i felt so stress about doing the research for the debate which the competition will be on TOMORROW and SUNDAY at &lt;em&gt;HELP college&lt;/em&gt; :) Can't waittt! :) I don't have a day which i can sleep late and wake up late this week :'( I love waking up late ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Viji is so kind and caring, she brought us food and belanja us. Domino's pizza. Pasta. Hotdogs. KitKats. I think i'm gaining weight. HAHA. So that's a good thing :D We owe teacher la. We must do something for her for Teacher's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kill them if they don't win. :D It's all OUR hardwork u know. HAHA. Lydiar's gonna sing tomorrow. Can't wait! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-4604220629006220603?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4604220629006220603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4604220629006220603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4604220629006220603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4604220629006220603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-imma-gypsy.html' title='Cause i&apos;mma gypsy (:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8313858612983735020</id><published>2010-04-17T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:07:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place where dreams come true (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs450.ash1/24782_431001823237_784403237_5518692_4005793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 510px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs450.ash1/24782_431001823237_784403237_5518692_4005793_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I went to Resham's sister's 12th birthday party. Oh the birthday girl is &lt;em&gt;Divya&lt;/em&gt; (: The birthday party was at &lt;em&gt;Felly's Kid's Spa, Solaris&lt;/em&gt;. The place is like super cutee! It's like a place where dreams come true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a spa. So you can do your pedicure and manicure there (: You can also do your hair, facial and other awesome stuffs! I did my hair. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hair lights :))&lt;/span&gt; Everyone looked awesome with their hair lights :) Its just so cool! &lt;em&gt;I want my birthday party to be there!&lt;/em&gt; HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos are on Facebook, fyi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Monday and the days ahead will be a torture for me. :S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8313858612983735020?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8313858612983735020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8313858612983735020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8313858612983735020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8313858612983735020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/place-where-dreams-come-true.html' title='A place where dreams come true (:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4814058387538071272</id><published>2010-04-16T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:23:36.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u224/blackberry36/Photography/Picture001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u224/blackberry36/Photography/Picture001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile? So &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; smiling. Gawd. The debate that day totally sucked. And now, we have to get prepared for all the 20 motions. Like read and understand all of them. Like studying for an exam, 20 papers. :O &lt;em&gt;Why did i join debate in the first place?!&lt;/em&gt; Oh gawd. Please help me. I seriously need help. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My homeworks are getting managable and that's good news. For every event every week, it's like i must be involved. Why can't the teacher pick any other students? I don't wanna get involved in anything! I'm already stressed enough. URGH. I have an upcoming dance and forum. And the &lt;em&gt;"best"&lt;/em&gt; part is the debate thing. :/ I could cry now thinking of it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: God bless me please?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-4814058387538071272?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4814058387538071272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4814058387538071272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4814058387538071272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4814058387538071272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/speechless.html' title='Speechless.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u224/blackberry36/Photography/th_Picture001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8601600069575624750</id><published>2010-04-11T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:17:51.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't just leave me hanging on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ufY6bFIwUS-BhM::i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb160/emmieloveshim/peace.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=260&amp;amp;w=195&amp;amp;usg=__0CHhMN5N-7NFQkYOzXRoGYPpYfc="&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ufY6bFIwUS-BhM::i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb160/emmieloveshim/peace.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=260&amp;amp;w=195&amp;amp;usg=__0CHhMN5N-7NFQkYOzXRoGYPpYfc=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Saturday ♥ I went to this &lt;em&gt;Debate Workshop&lt;/em&gt; this morning which i did learned something. It was interesting :) and fun. I was supposed to be sleeping at that particular time. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My homeworks are still left behind undone. Awesome isn't it? :P Oh exam's around the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yucks&lt;/em&gt;. -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing, ask me something, ANYTHING will do (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/amandasupastar"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/amandasupastar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, whoever you are ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8601600069575624750?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8601600069575624750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8601600069575624750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8601600069575624750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8601600069575624750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-just-leave-me-hanging-on.html' title='Don&apos;t just leave me hanging on.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8494585893875185601</id><published>2010-04-10T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:16:06.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, you make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Y9OROTLnIzTiOM::gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/taylor-swift-and-selena-gomez-heart.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__mWWEtNhyqOdK-6fCwBqq9PfkpNc="&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Y9OROTLnIzTiOM::gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/taylor-swift-and-selena-gomez-heart.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__mWWEtNhyqOdK-6fCwBqq9PfkpNc=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiyaa, it's Fridaaaaay (: My favourite day of all. Guess whaat? I did my oral today. I didn't memorise at all and i'm totally not ready. HAHAH. It was hilarious somehow. My marks are quite good, for an unprepared oral :D I think i'm gonna do it again, and this time I think I could get full marks. At least more than the one i did just now ;) Oh during Biology class, we had an experiment and i accidently broke a small cylindrical tube. How awesome is that? HAHAHA. and btw, the experiment did not work. Not one's worked. Bullshit i guess ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh gawd, i need holidays. Like right now. I reallyreallyreally NEED it. &lt;em&gt;PLEASSSEE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm involved in this coming Bahasa Week. &lt;em&gt;Debate. Forum. and dance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I'm forced in all these. -______-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-8494585893875185601?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8494585893875185601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8494585893875185601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8494585893875185601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8494585893875185601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-you-make-me-smile.html' title='Oh, you make me smile.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2042153772377189227</id><published>2010-04-09T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:59:58.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:-ieba_d6pG0zWM::www.glogster.com/media/2/6/13/72/6137227.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=255&amp;amp;w=199&amp;amp;usg=__fJ9K2ttyNS--3UG6eJP53HPkTQc="&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:-ieba_d6pG0zWM::www.glogster.com/media/2/6/13/72/6137227.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=255&amp;amp;w=199&amp;amp;usg=__fJ9K2ttyNS--3UG6eJP53HPkTQc=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is currently boring and dull. I need something different. As in like some changes in life. Songs now are getting boring too. I need new songs please. ;) I'm currently bored. Waiting for American Idol. I have absolutely nothing to write about. Oh i have one. My grandma and my aunt went to Hong Kong yesterday, which i bet they'll have tons of fun. Duh. I wanna go to Hong Kong Disneyland :( atleast. Sports are now officially done. Now back to reality, school. One word: &lt;em&gt;EW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. I'll see u soon. I think. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2042153772377189227?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2042153772377189227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2042153772377189227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2042153772377189227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2042153772377189227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-is-currently-boring-and-dull.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6155026754065006893</id><published>2010-04-04T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:16:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL!</title><content type='html'>It's the 3rd of April! It's April Fool's Day on the first. So, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY&lt;/span&gt; people! ;) eventhough it's quite late :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class teacher fooled us! URGH. She said that our exam marks are quite bad. and some of us might be transferred to B or C class. We're like panicking. and then teacher said that if our average marks are less than 59, then that person will be transferred. Everyone was like doing the mental calculation. I did :D and then she told us to look at her. Look into her eyes. and then she said &lt;em&gt;"Since it's April Fool's Day, so what I've just said just now was an April Fool."&lt;/em&gt; and we're like in serious relief and shocked. we laughed and laughed and laughed. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i tried to get back to teacher. &lt;em&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/em&gt; i told her that me, Disha and Tres are moving school. She "pretended" that she believe and she said we're still the April Foolers. URGH! So far this year, I have not been fooled by anyone except Ms Sasikala. URRRRGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my grandma irritates me alot. Seriously. On my &lt;s&gt;beautiful&lt;/s&gt; Saturday. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this entire week, I was super busy with my school works. Yeah &lt;em&gt;homeworks&lt;/em&gt; -__- I kinda studied! I don't feel stupid anymore. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna go to &lt;em&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/em&gt;'s concert badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6155026754065006893?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6155026754065006893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6155026754065006893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6155026754065006893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6155026754065006893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/04/april.html' title='APRIL!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4705129161266036228</id><published>2010-03-28T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:09:43.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only exception.</title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prize Giving Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I grabbed 4 trophies :D One is getting a third place in class. Second one is getting highest marks for Math and another is KH. The fourth one is for getting straight A's in PMR. They should give us money instead of this useless trophy. Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i cut my hair :) It's still the same except the part where it's shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lazy to finish up my homeworks. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that holidays are near. I can't stop loving it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is gonna be over soon and April is just around the corner. I just realised about that in a last few days. Time is flying super fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the movies that i wanna watch: &lt;em&gt;Remember Me, The Last Song &amp;amp; The Twilight Saga: Eclipse.&lt;/em&gt; I can't think of the others yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I miss the cute guy badly :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-4705129161266036228?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4705129161266036228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4705129161266036228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4705129161266036228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4705129161266036228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-exception.html' title='The only exception.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5340511454432181499</id><published>2010-03-27T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:43:56.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another moment.</title><content type='html'>Form 4 is seriously killing me. URGH. Tons of homeworks. Ew. I had missed a lot of lessons in class. I'd been in MSSWP since Monday. Thursday was the last day. Hmm. Frankly, I lost all my events. Which is such a bummer. But there's still next year, my final year. I'm gonna train myself for next year. and I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day was &lt;strong&gt;100m&lt;/strong&gt;. I was beaten. I can't even get through the first round. See how suckish am i. Pfft. On the second day was &lt;strong&gt;400m&lt;/strong&gt;. Actually I was told to replace Amanda Khoo cause her leg was injured? Something about her leg :D So i ran. And unexpectly plus shockingly, i got &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; for the semi finals and i got through into the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, that was just amazing. I was extremely excited and happy when i knew that i got first. So i ran for the finals. It was such a scary moment. Most of them are former representative of KL :O and i got fifth place :/ The worst thing is, i could get a medal if i managed to get 4th place. It was fcking frustrating. I was just so close to get a medal. So close. URGGH. I drank 3 cans of 100 plus before i ran. That might be the cause. Serious shit man. I could kill someone now! Then on the third day, i ran for &lt;strong&gt;4x100m&lt;/strong&gt; and yeap we lost. and finally on the last day which was yesterday, i ran for &lt;strong&gt;4x400m&lt;/strong&gt;. It was last minute. When they were about to go register, the teacher suddenly said that he put my name for the event and i was like, &lt;em&gt;"I didn't prepare yet! I didn't eat breakfast! I didn't stretch yet too. I'm not even ready yet!"&lt;/em&gt; :/ That was a such a panic moment. I stopped breathing for a while. I didn't know what to do. And then finally i could breathe again. So i quickly went to change and got ready. Thank god i made it. They were just about to go to the track. Phew. So we ran. and the first runner, Rahmah, her leg cramped and finally we got last. BLEGH. Don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and and and HEHEHE, i saw a cute guy from Chong Hwa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5340511454432181499?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5340511454432181499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5340511454432181499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5340511454432181499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5340511454432181499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-moment.html' title='Another moment.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5871068804590201737</id><published>2010-03-19T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:51:09.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of procrastination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What i'm doing right now is procrastinating. That's the least i could do now. I'm just not looking forward for next week. Olahraga MSSKL -___- I don't really know what to do. I don't really care about it i guess. Oh how i wish this month would pass by as quick as possible. This is the last month for all of my sports activities. Thank god. And then i could concentrate on my studies. My homeworks are currently left hanging. I'm not in the mood for even doing it. I'll never have the mood. I'm becoming lazier and lazier. Oh how great is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was horrible. I had a terrible headache and flu. Oh god. It totally sucked my night. I skipped the training this morning. I spent my supposed training time sleeping and it felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i seriously need a life. I spent most of my time on the internet. Which wastes tons of my time, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; badly! It's coming out on July in Malaysia. and i wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Remember Me&lt;/em&gt;. Too bad its under 18 -__- Why does all those people out there have a problem with under aged people? I'm already sixteen and it's just 2 years ahead people! What makes the difference?! Yesterday I wanted to go to the gym and i'm only allowed if i'm 18 or above or with parental guidance. Like what the hell man. 16 is already old enough. Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i wish &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; would come to Malaysia. I'd take whatever it takes to go see her perform. Oh well, I can just keep on dreaming i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af210/Sunshineandshorts/Afbeeldingen/sunglasses.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All i can say is keep on smiling no matter what and it'll sure help one bit. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a great &amp;amp; wonderful day! ♥ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&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/6175613059303088283-5871068804590201737?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5871068804590201737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5871068804590201737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5871068804590201737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5871068804590201737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-procrastination.html' title='Of procrastination.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1008.photobucket.com/albums/af210/Sunshineandshorts/Afbeeldingen/th_sunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2362443694061094017</id><published>2010-03-17T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:06:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may not be perfect, but i'm always me.</title><content type='html'>Apparently my blog is so &lt;em&gt;inactive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;now. I'm just too lazy to blog. There're tons and tons of stuffs happening around. Alright then, i'm just gonna make it short as i could. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost all of my events on Monday. Forgot which Monday. That was fucking frustrating. It was a total disaster. I was not me on that day, you know. I felt tired and i felt like vomiting before running. I got 4th place for 200 and 400m. It sucked. I got 1st place for both of the events last year. I'm speechless mann. There're no words that could describe how fucking mad i am. I expect 2 golds on that day. But then my expectation was bloody crashed. Seriously, that was the worst day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know i swear a lot. Just forgive me since i'm really pissed right now. Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, I went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;KRIS ALLEN's concert&lt;/span&gt;! At 6.00pm there's a signing album thing at Mid Valley. We wanted to go there just to see him. But we were late and we missed it cause we had this sports thingy. It was super frustrating! So we just went to Chilis to eat. Yummy indeed (; After eating we went up to the &lt;em&gt;ballroom &lt;/em&gt;at&lt;em&gt; The Gardens&lt;/em&gt; where the concert is held to take a look. I think we were waiting for something to happen. and Something DID happen. We saw a pair of couple coming out and we asked them for the passing band. Don't know what is it called :D And so we got in! Unexpectedly! We were like the luckiest person on earth! We managed to hear the last 4 songs. The photos are up in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Here're the vids i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLA8gJdxThY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLA8gJdxThY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is It Over (short clip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hn4DkYEPeLU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hn4DkYEPeLU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Like We're Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BtfSjMYDX0I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BtfSjMYDX0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Together &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That day was not THAT bad as i thought after all. I realised that something good happens however how bad as it seems. It's just how our life rolls. Heh, sounds so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ironic &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then I had the sports thingy again. 4x400m. We got second place. I felt like me again! I meant i ran like me again. haha? But still we lost to Green House -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWEET 16&lt;/span&gt; was on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm now sixteen and i feel older :( I don't wanna grow anymore. I wanna stay being sixteen. I miss being fifteen though :( Why does we have to grow every single second? D: Ouh, I celebrated my birthday at Chilis with my family (: again i know. First was Auffique. He belanja for my birthday (: Now again in Chilis. I'll never get bored of it X) So there was this singing-birthday-song thing. I mean the people there sang the birthday song to me and my mum. (: Which was a lil awkward. Did i mention about me and my mum have the same birthday? I think i did. Ouh and also Taylor Lautner ♥ :P *evil laugh* HAHAHA. And they gave us a birthday cake, um i meant brownies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The saddest thing on earth is that I didn't even blow my birthday cake :'( My mum la. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then on 13th of February, we had this Chinese reunion dinner with my dad's friends. 14th was the first day of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;. It was also &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;daddy's birthday&lt;/span&gt; :) On the first day of Chinese New Year, we went to my grandma's (mum's side) house. Second day, we went to my dad's godparents and friend's house. Third day, we went to Kuala Selangor with daddy's godparents to eat. 17th of February was my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;granny's 67th birthday&lt;/span&gt;. We celebrated her birthday at &lt;em&gt;San Fransisco Steakhouse&lt;/em&gt; on 21st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exam on 22nd til 24th. -.- Almost got all of our marks. Quite shitty. Studied last minute, whataya expect? Haaaiih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On 26th, me and my buddies went to &lt;em&gt;OneU&lt;/em&gt; to celebrate my birthdaaaaaay :) Finally we managed to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aweeeeesome&lt;/span&gt; :) We ate at Pizza Hut's. HEHEHEEH. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;February is now over. I'm wishing March to be over soon and i'm expecting April. Don't know why. March is a busy busy month. Yucks. Haha. So, on 6th March. My school had Sports Day. I won 1 gold medal for 100m. Second place for 4x100m. and third place for 4x100m jemputan. Should have won 2nd place for jemputan. Pfft. Ohh and i'm proud to say that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; house, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laksamana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; won the johan keseluruhan! I'm proud to be red ;) Finally all of our hard work did pay off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently, i'm spending my holidays for the olahraga training -____- &lt;em&gt;Olahraga MSSKL Zon Sentul&lt;/em&gt; will be held right after the holidays which is on next week. I'm so lazzzzzy. plus it's under 18 this time. I'm seriously dead meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, back to the future :D Well, i just came back from the training. My legs hurt like shit. Oh, and i watched &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland 3D&lt;/span&gt; yesterday at OneU. I'd say it's &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aweeeesome&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tata for now ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2362443694061094017?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2362443694061094017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2362443694061094017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2362443694061094017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2362443694061094017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-may-not-be-perfect-but-im-always-me.html' title='I may not be perfect, but i&apos;m always me.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5854184720053670283</id><published>2010-02-08T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:37:55.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vids (:</title><content type='html'>Oh and, the videos i took at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLG's&lt;/span&gt; concert. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjG0kpjDTpw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjG0kpjDTpw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Gotta Feeling &amp;amp; Love Drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XwTOhTKJOIU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XwTOhTKJOIU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two Is Better Than One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/56-TAOR_ouY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/56-TAOR_ouY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thunder (Part 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZwbD-RBqmqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZwbD-RBqmqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thunder (Part 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiCZh2AQfXE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiCZh2AQfXE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Great Escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This coming week will be a &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt; week for me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5854184720053670283?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5854184720053670283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5854184720053670283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5854184720053670283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5854184720053670283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/02/vids.html' title='Vids (:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1975744161500726448</id><published>2010-02-07T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:13:50.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She did what she had to do in order to find happiness (:</title><content type='html'>I don't get the way people act. It's just so bloody annoying. &lt;em&gt;Pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, HELLO! (: I couldn't believe it's already in the month of February. Time flies too fast. Soon it'll be March. &lt;em&gt;Blegh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt; was AWESOMEEEE! ♥ The concert was in Bukit Kiara on 29th of January. Overall it was a &lt;s&gt;blast&lt;/s&gt;. Minus the pushings :S &lt;em&gt;shiiiit it&lt;/em&gt;. That'll be one of the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; memories i'd &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; forget. and and, Jing and Auffique got the new X6 for just 66 bucks! that's seriously unfair! i want one too! &lt;em&gt;Pfffft.&lt;/em&gt; The photos are up in my Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S214VAF9Z-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Kuimax73WbM/s1600-h/P1010691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435132627503638498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S214VAF9Z-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Kuimax73WbM/s320/P1010691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, half of my class is gone. The class left from 40 plus to 20 plus. :O I'm gonna miss them :( I need help in Add Math. Seriously it's &lt;em&gt;annoying &lt;/em&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the selection for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olahraga&lt;/span&gt; and i got it. &lt;em&gt;Pheww.&lt;/em&gt; Actually I'm scared for joining the team. Hello! It's &lt;em&gt;under 18&lt;/em&gt; now people. :O I'm dead meat then. I don't really feel like it btw. :/ I went to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;netball&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;selection too. I'm not sure whether i got it or not. I don't really feel like it too. I think i'm gonna quit. &lt;em&gt;Maybe.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Idk&lt;/em&gt;. Dammit :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;events&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sports Day&lt;/span&gt; on this coming Monday and Wednesday. My events: &lt;em&gt;100m, 200m, 400m, 4x100m and 4x400m&lt;/em&gt;. I'm scared! Arrgh. I hope i'll win all! :) I'm not greedy okayy. X) My aim is to be the &lt;em&gt;sports woman&lt;/em&gt;. Anyways, wish me luck for this Monday and Wednesday! 200m, 400m and 4x400m :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; is here in Malaysia! He'll be in &lt;strong&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/strong&gt; on 8th of February. I wanna goooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet 16&lt;/span&gt; is coming in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 days&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;em&gt;*coughs*&lt;/em&gt; i expect presents :) Ouh and i wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/em&gt; is in it ♥ (: Guess whuuttt! Taylor Lautner has the same birthdate as me! 11 February! Muahahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update my blog rarely now. Lack of time :( I'll try my best though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Hugs and kisses everyone! ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-1975744161500726448?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1975744161500726448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1975744161500726448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1975744161500726448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1975744161500726448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-did-what-she-had-to-do-in-order-to.html' title='She did what she had to do in order to find happiness (:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S214VAF9Z-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Kuimax73WbM/s72-c/P1010691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6810677164650479021</id><published>2010-01-23T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:56:43.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She doesn't live in a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1niDQgo3kI/AAAAAAAAALs/3BSvbCDMyew/s1600-h/P1010504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429619371371191874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1niDQgo3kI/AAAAAAAAALs/3BSvbCDMyew/s320/P1010504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my nails done! Apparently only my thumbs :D I know. Obviously i did not do the nails. The machine did. If you're wondering, its some kind of high tech nail arts machine thingy. BLEGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends are leaving for Teknik school and today was their last day :( And i couldnt stand my tears, it just burst out! We hugged for the very last time and i cried. &lt;em&gt;I'm so gonna miss them&lt;/em&gt; :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a Cross Country tomorrow at my school. I planned to go. But then, nahh, suddenly i don't really feel like it (: It's not my &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;, you know. And I'll only atleast get a saguhati or something like that. -__- So it's totally pointless to waste all my energy to run 5km. &lt;strong&gt;5 kilometers&lt;/strong&gt; dude! I almost die every year. lmao. I couldn't stand it. UGH. it's so annoying. So i'm not going! Yayyy? Oh waitttttt.. it's 1.51am now. Oppps. :D So the Cross Country is TODAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaaaayyyy. Dude, i'm sleepyyyy. *yawns* I'mma go to bed. And sleep. GOOD NIGHT ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6810677164650479021?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6810677164650479021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6810677164650479021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6810677164650479021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6810677164650479021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-doesnt-live-in-fairytale.html' title='She doesn&apos;t live in a fairytale.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1niDQgo3kI/AAAAAAAAALs/3BSvbCDMyew/s72-c/P1010504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5669031093430378490</id><published>2010-01-22T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:04:22.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the wind, but I hate the sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's the ONLY day that doesnt have homework. And it feels so GOOD (: For the last few days, i'd been struggling to finish my homeworks. There're tons of them D: I dont even have the time to online :( I feel so stress at that moment. I dont even feel that stress when i'm sitting for my PMR exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I think im gonna fail my Physics exam. The Physics teacher sucks D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, on last Sunday I went to The Curve with my family. The decorations are prettyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429167958269724930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1hHfjqZiQI/AAAAAAAAALU/wKG7CUKNGaQ/s320/P1010342.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The lanterns are really pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429158358689531938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1g-wycISCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/848--dZRGtk/s320/P1010345.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my family. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429167968916312690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1hHgLUvknI/AAAAAAAAALc/ytSNXOxw3A4/s320/P1010354.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the lil kid. So cute :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429158383789714754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1g-yP8erUI/AAAAAAAAALM/1ZSUcVERLYM/s320/P1010355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lion dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429174479111671666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1hNbHsRT3I/AAAAAAAAALk/e-UW_LcQcrk/s320/lol.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;trying on hats :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we ate at the restaurant in Ikea and had the meatballs and the sausages and chicken wings. *drools* X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we wanna eat the hotdog in Ikea but there's no more :'( so sadd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5669031093430378490?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5669031093430378490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5669031093430378490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5669031093430378490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5669031093430378490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-wind-but-i-hate-sound.html' title='I love the wind, but I hate the sound.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S1hHfjqZiQI/AAAAAAAAALU/wKG7CUKNGaQ/s72-c/P1010342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2719924546226632700</id><published>2010-01-14T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:23:56.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd been hella busy! Finally now i could online. Tons of homeworks. Notes. I dont even have a reference book yet! :/ and omg! my Sejarah teacher, Asri is freaking scary! and all the school activities, its super annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, it's the second week of school. Not liking &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; much. Not expecting anything. Im already stressing out now :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Um, ouh! I watched &lt;strong&gt;Avatar 3D &lt;/strong&gt;yesterday! It's &lt;em&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/em&gt; It's 3 hours long and i'm freezing already. but i enjoyed watching it though. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Imma go shower now. and then finish the rest of my homeworks :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and to &lt;em&gt;survive&lt;/em&gt; in school. &lt;em&gt;"Good luck with it Amanda!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2719924546226632700?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2719924546226632700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2719924546226632700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2719924546226632700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2719924546226632700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-this-part.html' title='I hate this part.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6542503426151344968</id><published>2010-01-10T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:57:43.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Hello. Hey. Hiya. Bonjour. Ola. Hola. Ni hao. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? IAMFREAKINGBOREDNOW. and when im bored, i'll do things u cannot imagine. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Ouhhhh! my birthday is coming on&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 11 February&lt;/span&gt;. i expect &lt;strong&gt;presents&lt;/strong&gt; on that day (; i would be delightful and of course happyyy if i get a pair of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JUICY COUTURE WEDGES FLIP FLOPS&lt;/span&gt; on my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its in my wishlist noww! so hurry and get your butts off and get it for me! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6542503426151344968?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6542503426151344968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6542503426151344968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6542503426151344968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6542503426151344968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo.html' title='YO.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-523460556479929244</id><published>2010-01-05T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:46:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESS!</title><content type='html'>Form 4 was okay. so far. i guess :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my PMR slip! YAAAAY! Now i could stare at it for few hours x) which i couldnt during the holidays :( thanks to the teacher who thought i didnt give back all the books -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-523460556479929244?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/523460556479929244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=523460556479929244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/523460556479929244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/523460556479929244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/yess.html' title='YESS!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2789085828138053314</id><published>2010-01-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:35:06.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello School.</title><content type='html'>it's 6. 49 am. Just got ready for school. It's first day of Form 4! I wonder how is it like :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its time. Tata. Off to school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2789085828138053314?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2789085828138053314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2789085828138053314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2789085828138053314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2789085828138053314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-school.html' title='Hello School.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1390245607206020062</id><published>2010-01-02T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:23:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last one.</title><content type='html'>School's gonna start soon, on the 4th :( Form 4 this year mann. &lt;em&gt;Hope i could survive&lt;/em&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today me, Disha, Anissa, Jing and Fiq went for our last hang out before school starts. Sunway Pyramid (: Disha had &lt;em&gt;the time of her life&lt;/em&gt; i guess &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422177830513319874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/Sz9yAki-n8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ikrAWQqhAzw/s320/mandysha.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-1390245607206020062?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1390245607206020062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1390245607206020062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1390245607206020062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1390245607206020062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-one.html' title='The last one.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/Sz9yAki-n8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ikrAWQqhAzw/s72-c/mandysha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6693222718491518000</id><published>2010-01-01T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:27:00.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year has come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a really &lt;em&gt;great adventure&lt;/em&gt; for me. There're &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ups&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;downs.&lt;/span&gt; There're &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;depressing moments.&lt;/span&gt; All those will live in my &lt;em&gt;memories&lt;/em&gt; now, &lt;strong&gt;forever and always,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i could, since my memory is not that good :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I want everything to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;in 2010, in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year' Eve, 31st December&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; me, Disha, Anissa, Jing, and Fiq went to &lt;em&gt;Solaris, Mont Kiara&lt;/em&gt; for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;countdown.&lt;/span&gt; We went there at 7pm so that we could grab a seat at &lt;em&gt;Boston's&lt;/em&gt;. My parents and my sisters came later at some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422166180522436178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/Sz9nac8tJlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4JQ9Dtb5GIA/s320/edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a video of the countdown and the amazing fireworks. I think the fireworks last year at Mont Kiara is better (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2-4kbZegSo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2-4kbZegSo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! ALL THE BEST FOR 2010! ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6693222718491518000?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6693222718491518000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6693222718491518000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6693222718491518000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6693222718491518000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-has-come.html' title='A new year has come.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/Sz9nac8tJlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4JQ9Dtb5GIA/s72-c/edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7579149575931998772</id><published>2010-01-01T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:44:55.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i can say is thank You.</title><content type='html'>Hello there :D There's tons of events happening here. I was just too busy these few days to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the &lt;em&gt;23rd of December&lt;/em&gt;, we were busy baking cookies and stuffs for next day's &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Christmas Eve party&lt;/span&gt;. and nope, we're not done preparing all those food yet. My aunt is "the main chef". Well she is a great cook and currently she works as a pastry chef. We continue all the preparing on the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they prepare, i had to go to school to take my &lt;strong&gt;PMR result&lt;/strong&gt; :S &lt;em&gt;Dammit&lt;/em&gt;. I was so afraid to get to know my result. but a hint of excitement. *weird* Anyways, i went to school with Tres. and we reached school by 10am. Not everyone was there. and then, the teacher calls. &lt;em&gt;*super dammit*&lt;/em&gt; No one was brave enough to take a step to the hall to take their results. and then, Tres &lt;em&gt;(the brave enough one :D)&lt;/em&gt; was so excited (i think) that she dragged me to the hall. I just follow then. One thing that i'm gonna take revenge on her; she pushed me to go get my result. -.-" I'm gonna go get u. Wait and see :D I'm the first one who get my result =.= there's one time, we're gonna get injection, I'm the first one who get injected -.-" i'm ALWAYS the first one. -__________- Then the teacher told me that i cant bring back my slip but i can see it of course. and i was like,&lt;em&gt; WTF why nottt???&lt;/em&gt; (i didnt shout that of course! :D) She said i didnt give back all the SPBT books. but &lt;strong&gt;I DID!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i told her that i did gave back. She said Ms. Lim's(the SPBT teacher) not here. but seriously I DID gave back all the books! WTH mann. *sigh* So the teacher gave me a file that contains the slip and the sijil lisan. Tres took a look at it first. Cause i'm afraid to look at it. :) and then, OMG, i got 6A's 1B. KH i got B! In my mind thinking, &lt;em&gt;hmm ok la&lt;/em&gt;. but still, its impossible i got B for KH. and then i saw Disha's name on top of the slip! &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; that's was fcuking hilarious! we're like OMG-ting XD it's was damn hilarious!! I felt kinda happy (cause i didnt get 6A's only) yet still afraid and my heart beats faster. again -__- i have to be nervous for twice! -____________- that was shocking. yet funnyy! HAHAHAH! then i told the teacher that she gave me the wrong file. lol. She gave me MY file then. dammit! my heart is beating faster and faster. again =.= Tres took a look at it first. and then, OMG! she said &lt;em&gt;OMG!&lt;/em&gt; and then i look at my slip,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STRAIGHT A's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OMG! I felt soooooooo &lt;em&gt;relievedd&lt;/em&gt; then. &lt;em&gt;and happy &amp;amp; excited&lt;/em&gt; of course! All my hard work finally pay off!! and then my tears suddenly burst out. i tried not to cry but i just couldnt! u have no idea how happy i am. and then i remembered that i had to call my mum. i told her that i got straight A's. she thought i said 6A's :D haha. then i said nooo! i got straight A's! and she said wahhhh :D then i called my dad and told him that i got straight A's. later on, the whole house already know that i got 7A's before i get to tell them. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done about that. too long already X) so i continue to help to prepare all the stuffs and food needed for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;another story begins;&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;the nasi lemak that we ordered for the party didnt arrive. The people in charge said they'd forgotten about our order. -___- so the adults try to figure out what to do and blablabla.. suddenly a big pile of fried rice came out from no where. and my dad cooked a pile of spaghetti. Did i mention that my dad cooks the best spaghetti? Yes i just did X) and so the complication is solved. One fact about me: I cant stand complications. I'll either get a headache or i'll just run away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the party starts at 7pm. Guests are arriving. and blablabla. Ouh yeah! forgot to mention what food we have. So, we have lamb, sausages, nuggets, beehoon, fried rice, spaghetti, chocochip cookies, cheese tart, fruit tart, mashed potatoes, garlic bread, mushroom soup, puddings and cincau. &lt;em&gt;PS: it's &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; homemade. and it's all deeeeelicious (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when the clock stricked 12, we opened our Christmas presents. These are what i got for Christmas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. 3 pair of clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. a bracelet&lt;br /&gt;3. a camera&lt;br /&gt;4. a pencil box&lt;br /&gt;5. a doll that hangs jewels&lt;br /&gt;6. tons of earrings X)&lt;br /&gt;7. a cute teddy keychain&lt;br /&gt;8. a pair of socks -___-&lt;br /&gt;9. chocolates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hopefully i didnt left out anything :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, Christmas Day, we did a last minute packing to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Famosa, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cca&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 - 25th December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our condo. Unpack all the stuffs. Later we went to&lt;em&gt; Cowboy Town&lt;/em&gt;. Outside i meant (: There's tons of ppl so we didnt go in. We drove to Malacca town to eat (: and then we went to &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jonker Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I bought a very unique pants there! (: There's tons of stuffs to look at and food to be eaten. Later on we went walking around the hundred-over-years-old-church. Took photos here and there. It's not like i'd never been there (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 - 26th December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Water World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was fun and exciting! But we had to wait in line all the time, to play and to eat :/ Spent almost 10 hours there! We drove to Tampin for dinner. We got lost then. Luckily some kind and helpful human helped to lead us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 - 27th December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Malacca town again. We had our very first chicken rice ball for lunch. (: After that, we went to ride the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malacca River Cruise&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Later on, my dad's friend became our tour guide and bring us to interesting places and eat interesting food. He led us to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Portugese Settlement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which is by the sea. After that, we went to another seaside that's just nearby Eye On Malaysia. The sun is setting that time. We took alot of photos. The view is quite nice. with the sunset. Then, we went to eat our very first satay celup. It was interesting (: Too bad KL doesnt open one. And then, we went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dataran Pahlawan Megamall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was huge. and interesting (: I saw the shoes. and clothes. Damn they're super pretty! &lt;em&gt;Why KL doesnt have all those pretty shoes and clothes??? whyyy???? X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 - 28th December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We woke up at 8.30am -____- to get ready to go to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Animal World Safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Firstly we went to watch the Elephant Show. and then we went around to see the animals. Then, we went to watch the Multi Animal Show. Bird Show was next. After that we took a ferry to go to the Monkey Island. Before leaving, we watched another Multi Animal Show and we went to the Chicken Farm. We went back to the condo and packed all our stuffs to get ready to go back home. and anddd.. today's the day of my &lt;em&gt;aunt's registration of her marriage&lt;/em&gt;. Too bad we cant make it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY. I KNOW THIS IS LONG. SO THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE TO READ IT (: ILY. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7579149575931998772?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7579149575931998772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7579149575931998772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7579149575931998772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7579149575931998772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-can-say-is-thank-you.html' title='All i can say is thank You.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2736828372793142571</id><published>2009-12-22T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:04:09.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live out of your imagination, not your history.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 more days&lt;/strong&gt; til Christmas. &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; still counting.&lt;/em&gt; Having a Christmas party on Christmas Eve, 24th. Which is also the same day as PMR result day :S Gosh! 3 more days to go and we'll know the results. I'll be super busy on 23rd and 24th. I'm helping for the party. which will be &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17th;&lt;/em&gt; My cousin, Emily's birthday party at Prince Hotel. Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18th;&lt;/em&gt; Mid Valley with Disha and Tres. suddenly my 2 annoying sisters follow along. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20th;&lt;/em&gt; Watched Princess and the Frog in the afternoon. It was hilarious ((: and then Syaf's birthday party at night. We dressed up royalty-ish (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2736828372793142571?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2736828372793142571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2736828372793142571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2736828372793142571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2736828372793142571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-out-of-your-imagination-not-your.html' title='Live out of your imagination, not your history.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1699262476758294301</id><published>2009-12-18T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:09:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAAACHOOOOO.</title><content type='html'>I sneeze for no reason at all. Well, sometimes. Ok most of the time :/ Weirdd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair nowadays is &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; obedient. SLIGHTLY i repeat. So unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bad news is, i just found out that PMR results are coming out on &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Eve, 24th Dec&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Oh Em Geee! &lt;/em&gt;God bless me :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-1699262476758294301?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1699262476758294301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1699262476758294301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1699262476758294301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1699262476758294301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/haaachooooo.html' title='HAAACHOOOOO.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4456322218073919911</id><published>2009-12-16T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:14:42.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's countdown dude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 more days til &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay yay yay :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 more days til &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NEW YEAR 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where a new chapter begins (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 more days til &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SCHOOL RE-OPEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;form 4. shiiit. D:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;58 more days til&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; MY SWEET SIXTEEN, MUMMY'S BIRTHDAY TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm growing older, oh no!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;61 more days til &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY, DADDY'S BIRTHDAY &amp;amp; CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woah. what a busy day (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;65 &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more days til&lt;/span&gt; GRANNY'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's growing older and grumpier :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one word:&lt;em&gt; WOW?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-4456322218073919911?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4456322218073919911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4456322218073919911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4456322218073919911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4456322218073919911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-countdown-peeps.html' title='Let&apos;s countdown dude.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-613977125741870322</id><published>2009-12-11T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:44:30.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a simple life.</title><content type='html'>On yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, which is on the 7th, :D we went for Christmas shopping at Mid Valley. Dinner at Pizza Hut's. again. i'll never get bored of it (: later we join dad for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on yesterday, yesterday, on the 8th, Hartamas Shopping Centre. Dinner at Kim Gary's. i love my food life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we watched 2012 (finally!) at Brem Mall. it's a midnight show. so the movie ends about 2.30am. it's a really great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-613977125741870322?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/613977125741870322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=613977125741870322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/613977125741870322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/613977125741870322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-me-simple-life.html' title='Give me a simple life.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-370242750888101474</id><published>2009-12-03T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:05:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want for Christmas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We just finished setting up the Chrstmas tree and decorated the house with Christmas stuffs. Our house looks &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt; now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. ~Burton Hillis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/edward%20cullen%20or%20twilight" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="edward cullen Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz315/twilightfan_024/twilight-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-370242750888101474?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/370242750888101474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=370242750888101474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/370242750888101474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/370242750888101474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All i want for Christmas..'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2068778131050783143</id><published>2009-12-02T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:07:56.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To God - Charice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=57575297,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=57575297,t=1,mt=video" width="325" height="260" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;br /&gt;I would speak whats in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I’d ask for all the hate to be swept away&lt;br /&gt;For love to overflow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;br /&gt;I’d pour my heart out on each page&lt;br /&gt;I’d ask for war to end&lt;br /&gt;For peace to mend this world&lt;br /&gt;I’d say, I’d say, I’d say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us the strength to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Help us find love cause love is over due&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like so much is goin wrong&lt;br /&gt;On this road…… we’re on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;br /&gt;I’d say please help us find our way&lt;br /&gt;End all the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;Put some tenderness in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And I’d say, I’d say, I’d say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us the strength to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Help us find love cause love is over due&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like we haven’t got a clue&lt;br /&gt;Need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;Grant us the faith to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems like so much is goin wrong&lt;br /&gt;On this road we’re on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no no no&lt;br /&gt;We can’t do this on our own&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us the strength to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Help us find love cause love is over due&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like we haven’t got a clue&lt;br /&gt;Need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;Grant us the faith to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems like so much is goin wrong&lt;br /&gt;On this road we’re on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no no no&lt;br /&gt;We can’t do this on our own&lt;br /&gt;So, So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wrote a note to God &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&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/6175613059303088283-2068778131050783143?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2068778131050783143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2068778131050783143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2068778131050783143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2068778131050783143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-god-charice.html' title='Note To God - Charice'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5873284938135695862</id><published>2009-12-02T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:17:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live as if you've never lived before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW. it's already the &lt;em&gt;1st of December&lt;/em&gt;. Time passes by so quickly. I have no idea why i keep on expecting this day to come. Weird. Maybe i just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeaah i guess so (: and &lt;em&gt;Santa Claus is cominnnggg to town :D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas is coming!&lt;/span&gt; Hohohoo x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um, so, on the &lt;strong&gt;28th of Nov&lt;/strong&gt;, i went to Puan Sasikala's wedding dinner. Everything is so &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;. i mean the decorations, the tables and chairs and stuffs. Even the bride and the bridesgroom were wearing blue. Ok, the dinner.. we had to eat with our hands. &lt;em&gt;yuck.&lt;/em&gt; They ran out of utensils &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i don't eat with my hands, fyi. i &lt;strong&gt;don't like&lt;/strong&gt; eating with my hands, fyi. I know i complained alot :D sorry for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, which was the &lt;strong&gt;30th of Nov&lt;/strong&gt;, i went shopping with my mum and my sisters at &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/span&gt;. i can't barely live with Cassandra :/ Talk about going shopping with her, &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt;. anyways, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i bought new shoes!&lt;/span&gt; yay. i took a hard time to choose. since i'm really choosey, i admit (: We went for some &lt;em&gt;Christmas shopping&lt;/em&gt; too. We bought not much gifts. Don't really know what to buy actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ouh and we had lunch at&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Pizza Hut's&lt;/span&gt;. we wanted to eat the crunchy cheese thingy but there's no more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; so we ordered something else. before going home, we had cheesy wedges. ahh &lt;em&gt;yummyyyyyyy&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I still haven't watch 2012 :( *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5873284938135695862?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5873284938135695862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5873284938135695862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5873284938135695862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5873284938135695862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/live-as-if-youve-never-lived-before.html' title='Live as if you&apos;ve never lived before.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8825799854265894643</id><published>2009-11-28T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:59:56.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissues please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flu, flu, please go away. i can't stand you anymore :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, so yesterday, i cut my hair! it's.. shorter. but not that short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. and.. the main thing is, all i've been waiting for my whole life, finally, I WATCHED NEW MOON! damn the movie is &lt;em&gt;wayy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;awesomeee!&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Edward is soooo hawt! Jacob is always shirtless in the movie. he has atleast 6 pecs i think (;&lt;br /&gt;i rmbr the last part, Edward said to Bella, "&lt;em&gt;Bella, marry me&lt;/em&gt;." awww :) and then the screen suddenly blacken. it was the end =.= damn. I can't wait for the next one, Eclipse to come out next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drafthouse.com/winchester/admin/Images/new-moon-poster2-692x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 404px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.drafthouse.com/winchester/admin/Images/new-moon-poster2-692x1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8825799854265894643?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8825799854265894643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8825799854265894643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8825799854265894643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8825799854265894643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/tissues-please.html' title='Tissues please?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5100477811076930160</id><published>2009-11-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:12:04.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of form 3 :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can someone actually help me to type? gah. i'm &lt;em&gt;lazyyyyy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was the last day of school, last day of &lt;strong&gt;form 3&lt;/strong&gt; :( wow, this year passes super fast. mann it doesn't feel nice at all. i'm gonna miss my dear friends alott! but on the bright side, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people! yippyyyyy! me and family might be going to Hot Springs in Sungai Klah again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PMR results are coming out on December. its either before or after Christmas. speaking of Christmas, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love Christmas!&lt;/span&gt; i cant wait til then. we might have a Christmas party. weeee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5100477811076930160?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5100477811076930160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5100477811076930160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5100477811076930160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5100477811076930160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-form-3.html' title='Last day of form 3 :('/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-820548658573874607</id><published>2009-11-20T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:09:32.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawatan Integrasi Zon Sentul at Wetlands, Putrajaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Good luck to all SPM candidates! i know how u feel before exams like this. i pity u guys. this exam last for almost a month. so, best of luck :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on 17th, i went to this trip called &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lawatan Integrasi Zon Sentul&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wetlands, Putrajaya.&lt;/span&gt; if you're wondering what place is it, then the place is like FRIM. We played &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;treasure hunt&lt;/span&gt;. its damn difficult. but a group managed to do it and they got first place. later then, we went for a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tour&lt;/span&gt;. im not a nature fan, so im not really interested to it (: it rained suddenly so we stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i got &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;darker&lt;/span&gt;. a lil bit. maybe. not sure. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming lazier and lazier to blog :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-820548658573874607?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/820548658573874607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=820548658573874607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/820548658573874607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/820548658573874607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/lawatan-integrasi-zon-sentul-at.html' title='Lawatan Integrasi Zon Sentul at Wetlands, Putrajaya'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4881006921351329086</id><published>2009-11-14T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:49:54.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the days pass by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Nov;&lt;/span&gt; Went to my granpa's grave. so i couldn't make it to Disha's bro's birthday party that was accompanied by mouth-watering lambs and chicken wings :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3rd Nov;&lt;/span&gt; Shopping with mummy and Cassy at Mid Valley! i bought 2 new tops at FOS :)) first we had cheese yogurt cake and chocolate indulgence at Secret Recipe. yumm. later we went to Pizza Hut and had the new crunchy pizza with 3 types of cheese!! *drooling* X) before heading back home, we took-away kfc's cheesy wedges! omg, what a "delicious" day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4th Nov;&lt;/span&gt; Went to Syiqin's house for Class Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6th Nov;&lt;/span&gt; Electric current in my house suddenly blacked out. don't really know why. thank goodness i went down to the playground with Disha, Annisa and Jing. when i came back home there's still no electric current :/ plus i hadnt shower yet. so i HAD to shower with cold water. since there's no electric :( it was damn bloody cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7th Nov;&lt;/span&gt; Mid Valley with daddy and Cassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8th Nov;&lt;/span&gt; Had a fun day out at Brem Mall with my aunt, her boyfie and Cassy! Pool, karaoke, games. and watched Phobia. it was the funniest horror movie everr, i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11th Nov;&lt;/span&gt; Trip to Petrosains. we had tons of fun! me and Tres prayed so that we could go since we handed our borang late to the teacher. we were hoping that some of the students couldnt make it so that we could go (; and thank god we could go! &lt;em&gt;ps: go to my Facebook to see the photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12th Nov;&lt;/span&gt; We did some cooking in school for Khidmat Masyarakat. but i didnt really cook. i made murukus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-4881006921351329086?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4881006921351329086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4881006921351329086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4881006921351329086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4881006921351329086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-days-pass-by.html' title='As the days pass by.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7129355655101627149</id><published>2009-11-11T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:41:16.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31ST OCTOBER 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://media3.mit.net.my/photo/shared/photo_gallery/106/154/5915IMG_6339.jpg" width="350" height="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs098.snc3/16545_162906232685_725162685_2894748_5057364_n.jpg" width="350" height="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; concert! All the super long waiting, pushings, extreme-wet sweat was all the &lt;strong&gt;worth&lt;/strong&gt;, the concert was off the hook! oh and don't forget the cigaratte(is that how u spell?) smokes. i hate smokers. the worst part was outside the entrance. i'm not gonna talk about it (: anyways, we &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jumped&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;danced&lt;/span&gt; to the songs eventhough we're extremely exhausted. u couldnt imagine how tired and thirsty we were. All we wanted was water and a chair. haha. our legs aches badly :( before AAR showed up, 3 local bands showed up and i was like, =.= omg. they performed for almost few hours. more than AAR i think :/ i dont like local bands, not a hint. but the thing is, we had tons of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came back at 2am that night after dinner. or should i say supper? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7129355655101627149?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7129355655101627149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7129355655101627149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7129355655101627149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7129355655101627149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/11/31st-october-2009.html' title='31ST OCTOBER 2009'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-3539590774948534445</id><published>2009-10-29T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:58:54.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody wants to live happily ever after.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to school today. but i'm not tomoro. School today was not that boring. We had a ceramah about being a &lt;strong&gt;pilot&lt;/strong&gt;. it's kinda interesting. but kinda boring. later after recess we had a Play By Ear session thingy. We had a musical talent diagnostic test that could test whether we're good at playing a certain instrument or not. i got &lt;em&gt;average&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;em&gt;excellent&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;drum&lt;/span&gt;. haha. i just realized that i suck at piano. hahahahaha. i'm really excited and happyyyyyy when i got an &lt;strong&gt;excellent&lt;/strong&gt; for drum. (: at first i didnt even think i'll even get a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-3539590774948534445?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3539590774948534445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=3539590774948534445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3539590774948534445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3539590774948534445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/10/already-gone.html' title='Everybody wants to live happily ever after.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-950365355581793697</id><published>2009-10-27T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:53:28.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>My life's been amazing and carefree now. since it's after PMR. and so, school's very boring after the exam. i repeat,&lt;strong&gt; VERY&lt;/strong&gt;. and the school expects us to go to school everyday &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, for now, i can't wait to watch these movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Camp Rock 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Wizards of Waverly Place The Movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Michael Jackson's This Is It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. 2012&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The Twilight Saga: New Moon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-950365355581793697?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/950365355581793697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=950365355581793697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/950365355581793697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/950365355581793697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':]'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7384623792145112457</id><published>2009-10-21T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:12:53.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponteng-ed school today (:</title><content type='html'>Hmm, just finish dying my mum's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, me and my mum went for a half-hour workout at the gym just now. sweaty enough. then we went makan. full now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nur Asyiqin binti Zakaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to school today. and i likeee it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7384623792145112457?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7384623792145112457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7384623792145112457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7384623792145112457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7384623792145112457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/05/ponteng-ed-school-today.html' title='Ponteng-ed school today (:'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8243835340400573574</id><published>2009-10-20T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:22:35.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly turned 27th year old aunt.</title><content type='html'>I like mentioning her age. muahaha. i'm so evil :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anyways, Happy 27th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my aunt named &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shirley&lt;/span&gt; just turned 27th today, which is &lt;strong&gt;10th of October&lt;/strong&gt;. i just mentioned her age again :D today she celebrated her birthday with her &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;beloved boyfie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the &lt;strong&gt;8th of October&lt;/strong&gt;, she celebrated with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;(her family duhh). we had alot of fun. the cake was awesome; &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt;. i forgot what cake it was. but again it was a cake that we could all die for. almost (: my other aunt who add on some chocolates on it. gosh i love her (: the cake was melting since we were waiting for her while she was on her phone. so everyone was like singing the birthday song super fast and my aunt couldnt even have enough time to make her birthday wish. :D it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate it when i couldnt upload the photos yet. *it's obvious that i'll upload it sooner or later.* =.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8243835340400573574?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8243835340400573574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8243835340400573574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8243835340400573574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8243835340400573574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/newly-turned-27th-year-old-aunt.html' title='Newly turned 27th year old aunt.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-889755557208434031</id><published>2009-10-18T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:24:19.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You - Hinder</title><content type='html'>I think i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lack of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; i feel lembik and energyless. need helpppp here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my sorethroat is going away. pheww. Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Trester Kaur a/p Ranjit Singh&lt;/em&gt;. She told me to pray and moan to god. HAHA. well i prayed. and i think it worked (: so thank youu ((: haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think my grandma's &lt;em&gt;stinking juice&lt;/em&gt; worked the most for my sorethroat. it stinks like madd. but it helps alottt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list and paste it wherever you want. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen and add them up. Have fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Teen/ Romance: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Another Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Step Up&lt;br /&gt;( ) Step Up 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;(x) High School Musical 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hannah Montana Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sydney White&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) She's the Man&lt;br /&gt;( ) License to Wed&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Break-up&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 going on 30&lt;br /&gt;(x) 27 Dresses&lt;br /&gt;( ) P.S I Love You&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made of Honour&lt;br /&gt;( ) What Happens in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;( ) Get Smart&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Camp Rock&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ella Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;( ) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;Total: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;(x) Confessions Of a Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Twilight&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nancy Drew&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;( ) No Reservations&lt;br /&gt;(x) Perfect Man&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;(x) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;Total: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Comedy/Humour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( ) Yes Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bedtime Stories&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Pink Panther&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Pink Panther 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bratz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Haunted Mansion&lt;br /&gt;( ) Paul Blart Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;Total: 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) The 40-year-old virgin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Night in the Museum&lt;br /&gt;(x) Night in the Museum 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Evan Almighty&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bruce Almighty&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Spartans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet the Parents&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;Total: 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Adventures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 1: The Sorcerer’s Stone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter 2: The Secret Chamber&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4: Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 5: Order of Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;Total: 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mummy&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mummy 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mummy 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Journey to the Center of Earth&lt;br /&gt;( ) City of Ember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;Total: 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-2&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider Man 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) King Kong&lt;br /&gt;Total: 53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;(x) Underdog&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Batman: The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Totall: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Action/ Thriller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( ) The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ocean’s Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;( ) Casino Royale 007&lt;br /&gt;Total: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bourne Supremecy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Underworld&lt;br /&gt;( ) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;( ) Death Note AHAHA SEMI ... GT teri&lt;br /&gt;( ) Death Note 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Death Note 3: L Change the world&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;Total: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Legend&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;( ) Signs&lt;br /&gt;Total: 62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Horror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw III&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw IV&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw V&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grinch ... HOW IS THIS HORROR ?&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) Number 23&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hide and Seek&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;Total: 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Haunted Apartment&lt;br /&gt;( ) Siren&lt;br /&gt;( ) Silent Hill&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;(x) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Alone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Omen&lt;br /&gt;(x) House Of Wax&lt;br /&gt;Total: 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Eye&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Eye 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shutter&lt;br /&gt;(x) When A Stranger Calls&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Orphanage&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;Total: 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cartoons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(x) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;(x) Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bolt&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wall-E&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shark Tale&lt;br /&gt;Total: 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;( ) ET&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cars&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ratatouille&lt;br /&gt;(x) Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;Total: 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Inspirational:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( ) Little Miss Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last Dance&lt;br /&gt;( ) To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;( ) Conrack&lt;br /&gt;( ) Midnight Sun&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rwanda Genocide is this Hotel Rwanda ?&lt;br /&gt;Total: 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Classics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( ) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;br /&gt;( ) Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Total: 95&lt;/span&gt; - it means i've got no life? wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Woah, i didn't thought that i watched a total of 95 movies! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-889755557208434031?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/889755557208434031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=889755557208434031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/889755557208434031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/889755557208434031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/without-you-hinder.html' title='Without You - Hinder'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-4849599744607136526</id><published>2009-10-16T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:41:22.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SO BOREDDDD. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i talked to Edwin, Shazii, Shilpa and Tasha in msn to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reduce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;"Hang out" in Facebook doing nothing. *urgh* i'm seriously boreddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that after PMR will be this boring. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;snabfasjkghsgdjgb;asgdsngsdgjsd;gadl/agjsklgs,snfksnkag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi hello whats your name? ouh my name is Amanda. nice to meet u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can u see how bored am i now? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-4849599744607136526?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4849599744607136526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=4849599744607136526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4849599744607136526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/4849599744607136526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-3688979282782481258</id><published>2009-10-16T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:35:29.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the days after PMR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school activity (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/78/l_19c5f93ae57a42c5827ecf648f37dac1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/66/l_0262c8e59baa4de5a4f04edf8f78ee9d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/91/l_a7c60015a9c14fe4b62781f003a4859d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/96/l_372bc530da604c3b8c4259ad2bd37c5e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/111/l_047bbb904e0b430fa279f61ac4f8999e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/104/l_6558c79209bd4afda6b4f9f8eb0c9a92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; after PMR. it's so relaxing snd no stress at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i'm getting a &lt;em&gt;sorethroat&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently i'm reading the book &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twilight!&lt;/span&gt; i've been waiting to read the book since before PMR but since u know, PMR :/ i can't read it.and i can't wait to watch the new movie, &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; that will be coming out on November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we're gonna have 4 days holidays from Friday til next Monday. yippy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Deepavali&lt;/span&gt; to all Indians and those who are celebrating Deepavali!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm so excited! don't know why :D it's not like i celebrate Deepavali or what but i don't know, i'm really excited. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, i've been thinking. what am i gonna do after PMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Read the book Twilight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Go shopping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Go workout at the gym.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What else to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll try to figure out what do to more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess that's it. TATA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-3688979282782481258?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3688979282782481258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=3688979282782481258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3688979282782481258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3688979282782481258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-days-after-pmr.html' title='Of the days after PMR.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7509179609454748756</id><published>2009-10-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:26:14.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE PMR.</title><content type='html'>PMR is finally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DONE. OVER. FINISH. GONE.&lt;/span&gt; foreverrrrr. YAAAAAAAY (:&lt;br /&gt;and for now, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;freedom is all mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeaaah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodbye PMR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tata ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funnaay :D i edited a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.40am 13 Oktober 2009. Tarikh bersejarah yang tidak tercatat dalam buku teks, bagi penduduk Tingkatan 3. Bendera Penjajahan PMR telah diturunkan bermakna kami telah berjaya memperoleh kebebasan. Darurat "duduk rumah study" telah dibubarkan. Kami telah berjaya melepasi Perang PMR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be in future tense but i edited it to make it past tense (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jumping&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; for happiness in real life, but i'm too drained of energy to do that. so i guess i'll just do i here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH! WOOOHOOOOOOO! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe PMR is OVER. but it is totally doneee. thank god. i got through my exams with the help from God. i prayed hard to calm my mind and my heart. it worked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna enjoy and give it all out during this holiday period til next year. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;form 4 :O&lt;/span&gt; i think i'm gonna study like a nerd next year. :D i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;form 4 means:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;extra subjects, extra exams, extra exam weeks, extra stress, extra study and extra brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is why i have to study like a nerd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam period;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday 7th Oct -&lt;strong&gt; BM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paper 1 was freaking mad and crappy. seriously it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 was okay. kinda easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday 8th Oct - &lt;strong&gt;English &amp;amp; Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;English paper 1 was easy. Paper 2 was shitty. but still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 9th Oct -&lt;strong&gt; Geografi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was easyyyy. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday 12th Oct - &lt;strong&gt;Maths &amp;amp; Sejarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Maths paper 1 and 2 was like superfreakingeasy. seriously i think i could get 90% &gt; 100% im not trying to brag :D but it was the easiest paper for this entire exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 13th Oct - &lt;strong&gt;KH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ouh, the last day! the exam was okay. but harder than the exams that we did this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the exam was &lt;u&gt;OKAY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i have to do is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRAY!&lt;/span&gt; Pray that i could get&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRAIGHT A's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ouh 7A's my darling, pleasee come to mummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Think positive peeps. sure we can get straight A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On 3rd October Saturday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(still sitting for PMR),&lt;/em&gt; we went to a wedding in a church. the bride looks beautiful. it's the first wedding in a church i'd been to. so i guess i'm happy?&lt;br /&gt;and on the 10th Oct Saturday also, we went to the same wedding but this time it's a dinner. it's so excited there. my dad went upstage to sing. :/ we even took a photo with the bride and the bridesgroom. it's fun there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7509179609454748756?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7509179609454748756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7509179609454748756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7509179609454748756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7509179609454748756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-pmr.html' title='GOODBYE PMR.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7282911445575628496</id><published>2009-10-01T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:20:41.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>It's officially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 week&lt;/span&gt; til &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;! Let's scream! AHHHHHHHH! :D Seriously i'm not ready yet. Hope that i could finish revising and studying before exam. PMR is such a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to the governan, we, form 3s have to sit for this marvelous and magnificent exam :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's just pray that i could do my exam well and everything will be fine. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7282911445575628496?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7282911445575628496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7282911445575628496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7282911445575628496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7282911445575628496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-291254115671729371</id><published>2009-09-23T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:09:20.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks til PMR :S</title><content type='html'>The cake that we made could survive! thank goodness. and they taste delicious. but i dont like the cheese cake. cause i dont even like eating cheese cake :D i like the chocolate mousse cake. it taste abit burnt still :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so yesterday, my dad brought us to Mcdonald's in Mont Kiara for lunch. yummy indeed (: then about 5pm, my dad brought us to Seremban to eat. it was a 45 minutes journey i guess. i studied in the car. hardworking huh :P crab was the main dish i think. but i didnt have it. cause i dont eat crab fyi. after that the journey continues. we went to a very famous place that sells siew pau. so my dad bought 2 boxes home. and a chocolate. durian flavoured. Oliver, isnt he the cutest thing ever? i cant stand his cuteness. :D he's just wayyyy to cute as my godbro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, I CAN'T STAND STUDYING SCIENCE CHAPTER ELECTRICITY. I SERIOUSLY DON'T REALLY GET IT. HELPPPP! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-291254115671729371?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/291254115671729371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=291254115671729371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/291254115671729371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/291254115671729371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/cake-that-we-made-could-survive-thank.html' title='2 weeks til PMR :S'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1975761919801086209</id><published>2009-09-20T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:59:27.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Disaster :(</title><content type='html'>Weee~ i just did my nails. &lt;strong&gt;BLACK (:&lt;/strong&gt; nicee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite most of my time &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;. which is unusual. i know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17 days more til PMR&lt;/span&gt;. what do u expect from me. throwing and wasting my time when PMR is coming in less than a month? shitshitshitshitshitshit. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now i'm helping my aunts to bake cakes. we're making &lt;em&gt;chocolate mousse cake&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;baked lemon cheese&lt;/em&gt;. sounds yummy isnt it? :D&lt;br /&gt;so i was helping to melt the chocolate. and suddenly i can smell something from the chocolate and my aunt told me it's &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;burnt&lt;/span&gt;. and i was like &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt; but at the same time i was &lt;strong&gt;:O&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. its not my fault that no one told me. XD my other aunt keep teasing me about it =.= and now i have to squeeze the lemon juice to get the juice. and suddenly some soap came out from the lemon and i was like, &lt;em&gt;"oh no, i screwed up again &gt;:)"&lt;/em&gt; and thank god my aunt told me that the lemon is rotten. i think. hahaha. i thought i screwed up. again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're having a week raya&lt;strong&gt; holiday&lt;/strong&gt;. its not really a holiday since i have to study :/&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that PMR is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-1975761919801086209?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1975761919801086209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1975761919801086209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1975761919801086209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1975761919801086209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/chocolate-disaster.html' title='Chocolate Disaster :('/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6717061520612419959</id><published>2009-09-11T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:31:11.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.= &gt; explains everything.</title><content type='html'>I've been busy these days. i studied. i know, doesnt sound like me :D but yeah i did. im really proud of myself :D haha. PMR is coming in less than 4 weeks D: i seriously cant wait for it to finish. gosh, it'll be like, CRAZYYY (: i don't think i'll be onlining much until PMR is over :(&lt;br /&gt;UPSR is over. their so lucky. and im here suffering. =.= i just have to suffer for few more weeks then im so frigging doneee! i'll be the happiest person on earth! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, yesterday was 09/09/09. so cool right? yeap, its so cool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6717061520612419959?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6717061520612419959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6717061520612419959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6717061520612419959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6717061520612419959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/explains-everything.html' title='=.= &gt; explains everything.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8017346739351860476</id><published>2009-09-08T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:30:39.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 more days til PMR.</title><content type='html'>ohmygawddd! PMR is coming in less than a month! &gt;:) *biting nails*&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not ready yet D: God bless me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8017346739351860476?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8017346739351860476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8017346739351860476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8017346739351860476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8017346739351860476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/29-more-days-til-pmr.html' title='29 more days til PMR.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8167888570195947468</id><published>2009-09-04T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:48:08.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good GUYS go bad.</title><content type='html'>Science Seminar. yes, we had it today. i dont know are we having another seminar tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back our Geografi paper. i got 85%. at last! i studied Geografi for like so hard. and yesss, i got an A! all my hard work paid off! but too bad i didnt get the highest :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know that Ming fella, he's such a funny porno :D hahaha. in class, he keep talking about pervert stuffs. :/ but he's funnyyyy :D hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8167888570195947468?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8167888570195947468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8167888570195947468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8167888570195947468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8167888570195947468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-guys-go-bad.html' title='Good GUYS go bad.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6676154507156949946</id><published>2009-09-03T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:13:35.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's hope if there's a will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mathematics Seminar&lt;/span&gt;. it was fun (: maybe its just because i love Math too much :D &lt;em&gt;oh Math, my love. xD&lt;/em&gt; Mr. Liew made jokes mann :D he made his own formulae, &lt;em&gt;NENEPO&lt;/em&gt;. those who gets it, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahahahahhahaha righttt? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back our BM paper. i got 69%. it &lt;em&gt;sucked &lt;/em&gt;la :( i did wrongly for bahagian C. &lt;strong&gt;from now onwards i must read and copy the contoh karangan!&lt;/strong&gt; yess, i MUST do it. to get an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; for BM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tres went to see Pn. Fauziah after school to ask for our marks. we just can't wait to know our marks la. so i got 83%. i felt so relieved! &lt;em&gt;phewww!&lt;/em&gt; me and Shima got the same highest marks :/ that girrrrl.. :S i better get the highest mark. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the girl named &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trester Kaur a/p Ranjit Singh,&lt;/span&gt; overall she got 6As 1B :/ i feel like killing and choking her mann :D overall i only got 4As 3Bs :( 4As is sososososo not enough! i got an A for English, Geografi, KH and Math. so i have to work harder on my BM, Sejarah and Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i have to start &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STUDYING&lt;/span&gt; rajinly noww. if not i'll be &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;DEAD &lt;/span&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh right, tomoro we're gonna have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Science Seminar&lt;/span&gt;. the seminars that we have is really useful. real useful. i reallyreally hope Cikgu Suhaimi is not teaching us tomoro :S the "&lt;em&gt;stomach&lt;/em&gt;" teacher :D if u don't get it, he pronounces stomach, "&lt;em&gt;sto-mach&lt;/em&gt;". if u get what i mean :D if u still dont then nvm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: i'm so rajin to blog (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6676154507156949946?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6676154507156949946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6676154507156949946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6676154507156949946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6676154507156949946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-hope-if-theres-will.html' title='There&apos;s hope if there&apos;s a will.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1702425007469301992</id><published>2009-09-02T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:48:29.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a second.</title><content type='html'>my aunt just stole my pandan layer cake :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D anyway,&lt;br /&gt;It's 1st September and it's back to school. :/ teacher gave our English paper back. i got 80% (: i suck at paper 2 section A. but i dont care, atleast i got A ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess, we, form 3 students had English Seminar. the speaker was Pn. Viji. she was teaching about countable and uncountable noun and she made a joke about "&lt;em&gt;many hair&lt;/em&gt;". me and Tres laughed about it so hard. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt; it was so funnyyyy xD Tres wanna write it in her Facebook. and i said i'll "like" it :D hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for yesterday, we had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;beautiful lunch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; my cousins came. i helped my aunt to prepare the food. i feel so proud (: we made homemade chicken chop, homemade mash potato, homemade salad, homemade mushroom soup, homemade pudding and homemade garlic bread. as you can see everything is &lt;strong&gt;homemade &lt;/strong&gt;:) everything is damn delicious. gosh im getting hungry! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting, holidays are over :( its a really sad and depressing thing :'( Heyy! we still have &lt;em&gt;Hari Raya holidays&lt;/em&gt; rmbr? haha. yayy! i thought last week's holiday was the last holiday before pmr. lol. scaring myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also not forgetting, good luck for those who're sitting for UPSR next week! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, i have alottt of things to do:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. finish up this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. STUDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. watch Prince and the Pauper on 5th Sept (this Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. watch Princess Protection Programme on 6th Sept (this Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( PMR is getting my nerves! *grrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: hello people, we still have 1 month+ left til PMR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-1702425007469301992?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1702425007469301992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1702425007469301992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1702425007469301992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1702425007469301992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-second.html' title='In a second.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-303867514454075535</id><published>2009-08-30T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:10:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word's just a word.</title><content type='html'>My dad just came back from Cambodia. He brought back tons of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chocolates &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Emily came to my house. We ate KFC :) and later we played badminton for hours. it was so sweaty and tiring. but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad that this is short. tata (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-303867514454075535?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/303867514454075535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=303867514454075535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;10th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; she's 10 now but she's still annoying :/ my mum brought home &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mcdonald's&lt;/span&gt; (: i'm freaking lovin' it :D i eat like a hungry pig u knoww :D haha. later we blew the cake. just like normal, we sang the birthday song, she makes her wish and blew and candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt; ((: i'll upload the photos soon. since my dad's coming home from Cambodia on this Saturday and he couldnt celebrate along, i took these photos and he could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday cake is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;american chocolate cheese cake&lt;/span&gt;. it tastes ok. not very bad not very good. we added m&amp;amp;m's on the cake (: it's more delicious. yumm. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in my cousin's house now, Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hi Emily..  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"she waved"&lt;/span&gt; :D tomoro she's coming to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm done. tata ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amanda.&lt;/span&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/6175613059303088283-846128272588955096?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/846128272588955096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=846128272588955096&amp;isPopup=true' 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911.</title><content type='html'>Guess what? im so rajin and i woke up at 8 this morning just to go to school for extra class and today's class is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;postponed &lt;/span&gt;to tomoro &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt; we arrived at school and we saw no one. so i txted Syiqin and i asked her. she said its postponed -.-" me and tres are so rajin to come to school and this is what we get. &lt;em&gt;*grrrr*&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, today is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cassandra's birthday&lt;/span&gt;. i bet she's gonna tell the whole world about it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; anyway =.= i'll give u a slap for your birthday present okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5917753768114046642?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5917753768114046642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5917753768114046642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5917753768114046642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5917753768114046642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/somebody-call-911.html' title='Somebody call 911.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8615259222847636400</id><published>2009-08-27T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:27:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send It On - Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Jonas Brothers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song is another &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;super genius creation&lt;/span&gt; by some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;super awesome people&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee this song. its really inspirational and awesomeeeeee (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIDVxiI_FGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIDVxiI_FGE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A words just a word&lt;br /&gt;Till you mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;And love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;Till you give it away&lt;br /&gt;We've all gotta give&lt;br /&gt;Yea something to give&lt;br /&gt;To make a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it on, on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part&lt;br /&gt;Reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts the fire&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;Will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light and send it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile [Just smile]&lt;br /&gt;And the world [and the world]&lt;br /&gt;Will smile along with you&lt;br /&gt;That small acts of love&lt;br /&gt;Is meant for one to become two&lt;br /&gt;If we take the chances&lt;br /&gt;To change circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all we can do&lt;br /&gt;If we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it on, on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part&lt;br /&gt;Reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts the fire&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;Will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light and send it on&lt;br /&gt;Send it on [Oh, send it on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's power in all&lt;br /&gt;of the choices we make&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting now&lt;br /&gt;There's not a moment to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word's just a word&lt;br /&gt;'til you mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;And love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;'til you give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it on, on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part&lt;br /&gt;Reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts the fire&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;Will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light and send it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part&lt;br /&gt;Reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts the fire&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;Will help things start&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light&lt;br /&gt;and send it on&lt;br /&gt;[Shine a light&lt;br /&gt;and send it on]&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light&lt;br /&gt;and send it on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-8615259222847636400?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8615259222847636400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8615259222847636400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8615259222847636400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8615259222847636400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/send-it-on-demi-lovato-selena-gomez.html' title='Send It On - Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Jonas Brothers.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-3545735614782420089</id><published>2009-08-27T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:55:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Gary's.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my mum brought us to Hartamas Shopping Centre. again. we shopped around. and we went to Times bookshop. guess what? i was reading some magazines. and then some random woman came beside me and i was like =.= she was also reading magazines. and then few moments later, i look at her and it was&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pn. Viji&lt;/span&gt; and i shouted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"teacher!"&lt;/span&gt; :D what a big surprise! we laughed and we talked about random stuffs :D it was a total surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on we had dinner at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kim Gary's&lt;/span&gt;. again :) and i ate cheese baked rice. again ;) its really delicious. overall, &lt;strong&gt;great dinner&lt;/strong&gt; :) after dinner, we went to the supermarket and bought some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, my sisters told me to eat the chocolate. after they finished it and they left 1 tiny piece for me =.= how "thoughtful" they are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro 27th is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cassandra's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. she keep on telling everyone about it. even in Facebook. as if we care. as if I care. :D ok, its 11.30pm now. so 30 mins more til her b'day. not that i care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh yeahh, i almost forgot that my dad is coming back on this Saturday 29th from Cambodia. he'll buy chocolates in the airport :) yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-3545735614782420089?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3545735614782420089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=3545735614782420089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3545735614782420089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3545735614782420089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/kim-garys.html' title='Kim Gary&apos;s.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8570448388499863471</id><published>2009-08-26T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:12:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>Its 8.47 am. Im suppose to arrive at school on 9am for our Math extra class. but Tres is sick so we're not going. im honestly happy! not because Tres is sick :D its because that we're not going to school. im not a school fan anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is seriously near and im seriously half dead. the other half is still alive duhh :D i tried studying these few days but it didnt worked out. its holiday and i gotta study! i just keep logging in to Facebook and i'll sign off manymany hours later :/ but i studied Sejarah yesterday :) since my mum asked me too. im just too lazy to study! so far my trials results are not very good :( after this holiday we're gonna get our results. this holiday wont last long. it'll finish soon. and this holiday is my last holidays before PMR. sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8570448388499863471?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8570448388499863471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8570448388499863471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8570448388499863471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8570448388499863471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2687308996108859865</id><published>2009-08-24T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:49:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver, the cute birthday boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;22nd;&lt;/em&gt; my dad brought us to Mid Valley. we bought a present for Oliver! its his 1st birthday! we went to his b'day party. gosh, he's such a cutiepie! too bad i didnt take any photos of him. he played with my phone. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23rd;&lt;/em&gt; my dad went to Cambodia. he'll be back after about 1 week i guess. so my mum brought us to Hartamas Shopping Centre and we had our dinner at Kim Gary's. Cassy's sick so she cant follow. its like so peaceful when she's not around. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2687308996108859865?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2687308996108859865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2687308996108859865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2687308996108859865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2687308996108859865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/oliver-cute-birthday-boy.html' title='Oliver, the cute birthday boy.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-3888061573618869567</id><published>2009-08-22T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:27:10.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 more days til PMR :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;= 1 month 2 weeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;according to my countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-3888061573618869567?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3888061573618869567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=3888061573618869567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3888061573618869567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3888061573618869567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/45-more-days-til-pmr-o.html' title='45 more days til PMR :O'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8182677823728260149</id><published>2009-08-22T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:36:34.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day.</title><content type='html'>Today is such a boring and tiring day. we got back our Math paper back. and i got 86% =.= first i got 83, but got alot of corrections, kinda, so add marks (: &lt;em&gt;Amanda likey&lt;/em&gt; :D actually i can get 90% and above if i didnt do any careless mistakes in my paper 2. all my wrong answers in paper 2 are my bloody careless mistakes. if i didnt do any careless mistakes, i could get full marks for my paper 2 :( seriously i feel like shouting the eff word but teacher's there.. so yeah (: so far i got the highest in my class. pls dont tell me that the Fazirah girl got higher than me. pls dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i planned to not go to school but then, teacher's gonna give us our math paper, so i terpaksa go :/ and what happened after Math is the ramadhan ceramah. and we, the non malays have to follow along to hear the boring ceramah. cause no teachers tell us to not to go. bloody la. so me and Tres heard the ceramah for awhile. we didnt exactly hear. we did some random stuffs. *bored* :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we cant stand it then we went out of the hall. it was total relief! seriously. we walked around the school. the toilet, the stairs, everywhere. i think. we slept for awhile at the stairs (: it's like the silence of peace. ?? :D later we went up to the makmal bahasa. Pn. Sashineka was there making her Facebook account and Sean Dee was helping her. Pn Viji and Pn. Maha came in later on. and bladibla. Pn Viji showed us her daughters prof and her pictures and stuffs. she showed us a vid of her cat. it was damn funny :D ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;at 12.30 the bell rang and we went back home. we ate our very last ice-cream before holidays starts (:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE HERE. AGAIN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoooraayyyy!&lt;/span&gt; (; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lets cheer for joy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-8182677823728260149?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8182677823728260149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8182677823728260149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8182677823728260149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8182677823728260149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring-day.html' title='Boring day.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7141725533230556245</id><published>2009-08-21T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:20:42.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Today was boring and tiring. Blehhh. the malays have their mandi thing. i seriously dont know what's that. and we, the non-malays had to do a poster entitled Merdeka =.= my expression explains everything :) seriously its annoying but we had to do it, terpaksa :/ so we drew random stuffs. and than we even had to colour it =.= everyone in my group is like, so moodless and bored plus tired. lydiar's group is the only group that do the poster so semangated. after like, so long later i only realise that the poster is a competition :/ im so rajin to colour. dont know why :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh (: i dont really care if we didnt win. if we did, then yay la. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7141725533230556245?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7141725533230556245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7141725533230556245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7141725533230556245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7141725533230556245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-3150834066621269192</id><published>2009-08-20T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:15:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot that I was sick for almost a week. during trials summore. but i had to go to school :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Wed 12th August after school, my dad brought me to the hospital. on that day i had fever for total 4 days. i had cough also. the sickness is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait for so damn bloody long for my turn. and then i had to take blood test. apparently, im not really that scared like i did last time (: but isnt it good? its not that pain anyway. after that, we had to wait again for the report. it said my blood is normal. so i just have a normal fever. dont worry, i dont hv h1n1 (: i recovered anyway. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, we're gonna hv holidays for a week! yippyyyy! plus the holiday for merdeka (: so extra 1 or 2 days or maybe 1 week holiday ((: yesssss! i love school breaks. i prefer to call it holidays (: im happier than any other ppl on this earth if holidays are here (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-3150834066621269192?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3150834066621269192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=3150834066621269192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3150834066621269192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/3150834066621269192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-8519603239969451438</id><published>2009-08-19T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:25:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kursus "Jati Diri Pengawas".</title><content type='html'>Saw that? kursus :/ i dont wanna talk much about it. it'll be boring. we had it for almost the whole bloody day. the most fun part is the last part, &lt;strong&gt;barbeque&lt;/strong&gt; (: i had a piece of chicken, shared with tres. and fries (: my fav, sausage and some random mee. the fries and the chicken was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i came back. felt moodless. im supposed to be happy. cause trials is finish. but. i felt &lt;em&gt;boring and moodless&lt;/em&gt;. somehow. i know. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro my school's having a programme. which i think its even boringer. but im not sure form 3 is involved or not. but i dont care. im &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;skipping school&lt;/span&gt;. im not malas okay. i just dont feel like going to school cause alottt of stupid programmes la. this week. which annoys me so much. like how my sisters annoys me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so. im ponteng-ing school tomoro. shouldnt be proud. but still (: gimme a break la. i had a bloody headache after the merdeka thingy in my school on monday. its bloody annoying. and today we had the kursus. and tomoro we're gonna have some annoying programme. O.O i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda,&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/6175613059303088283-8519603239969451438?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8519603239969451438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=8519603239969451438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8519603239969451438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/8519603239969451438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/07/kursus-jati-diri-pengawas.html' title='Kursus &quot;Jati Diri Pengawas&quot;.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-663320600045888283</id><published>2009-08-18T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:00:00.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials is finish!</title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSS! Trials is done! Its bloody finished (:&lt;br /&gt;Everything was okay. except for Sejarah, my least fav. subj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-663320600045888283?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/663320600045888283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=663320600045888283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/663320600045888283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/663320600045888283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/trials-is-finish.html' title='Trials is finish!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5750260442669205123</id><published>2009-08-16T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:40:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School trip to the National Musuem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5th August;&lt;/strong&gt; My school had a trip to the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;National Musuem&lt;/span&gt; and our class went. We're divided into groups and we played &lt;em&gt;explorace&lt;/em&gt;. It was.. somehow boring. Yeahh. At first I thought it would be fun and all, but, i dont know, its kinda boring. but the fun part is that we took fun pictures there :) after the game, we went to eat. Me Tres Disha, shared a plate of rice. the potato was yummy. and the fried chicken too. :) we went exploring the musuem again. i saw a cave and it's really cool. there are cave men too :) our school this year had many trips. not like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5750260442669205123?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5750260442669205123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5750260442669205123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5750260442669205123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5750260442669205123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-trip-to-national-musuem.html' title='School trip to the National Musuem.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2195668612547108712</id><published>2009-08-04T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:17:37.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my PMR trial timetable.</title><content type='html'>Today is Monday, 3rd August. Such a random day :/ 7 more days til trial which is on 10th August, next Monday :( I can't stop thinking bout it. Seriously it's annoying and it's getting my nerves. btw, today i just got the timetable for trial. it's the first exam timetable that really satisfy me. i love the teacher who made it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JADUAL PERCUBAAN PMR 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 hingga 17 Ogos 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10th, Monday - BM 1 &amp;amp; BM 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11th, Tuesday - BI 1 &amp;amp; BI 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12th, Wednesday - Math 1 &amp;amp; Math 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13th, Thursday - Science 1, Geografi, Science 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14th, Friday - Pend. Islam &amp;amp; Sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17th, Monday - KH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no im NOT taking Pend. Islam :) one subj per day. hooray! i told u, so far its the best timetable everrr. erm, so i'll stay awayyyy from my comp this week to studyy. fyi, everyone keep saying that trials is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; than the real PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;study group&lt;/span&gt; with Tres and Anissa just now. we studied Math and Anissa studied her fav subj, Science. she kept on telling us that she loves Science so muchhh :D hahaha. funny la she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2195668612547108712?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2195668612547108712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2195668612547108712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2195668612547108712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2195668612547108712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/got-my-pmr-trial-timetable.html' title='Got my PMR trial timetable.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7903435738381701034</id><published>2009-08-03T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:57:59.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift.</title><content type='html'>i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Songwriters: Liz Rose, Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on the phone&lt;br /&gt;With your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's upset&lt;br /&gt;She's going off about&lt;br /&gt;Something that you said&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't get your humor&lt;br /&gt;Like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my room&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;She'll never know your story&lt;br /&gt;Like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wears short skirts&lt;br /&gt;I wear t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain&lt;br /&gt;And i'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;Has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see&lt;br /&gt;That i'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you&lt;br /&gt;See you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the streets&lt;br /&gt;With you and your worn out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking&lt;br /&gt;This is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on a park bench&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile&lt;br /&gt;That could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you're fine&lt;br /&gt;I know you better than that&lt;br /&gt;Hey whatchu doing&lt;br /&gt;With a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears high heels&lt;br /&gt;I wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;Has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see&lt;br /&gt;That i'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you&lt;br /&gt;See you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;Standing by and&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at your backdoor&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;How could you not know&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember&lt;br /&gt;You driving to my house&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;When you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know your favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Think I know where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Think I know it's with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That i'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Who understands&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7903435738381701034?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7903435738381701034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7903435738381701034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7903435738381701034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7903435738381701034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-belong-with-me-taylor-swift.html' title='You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2560410266662917134</id><published>2009-08-01T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:39:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st August 2009.</title><content type='html'>Look at the calendar, its already &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1st August 2009&lt;/span&gt;. damn it. time flies darn fassssssst. &lt;strong&gt;trial &lt;/strong&gt;is on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10th August&lt;/span&gt; which is on next next week. gosh its really pressuring! 64 more days til PMR :'( trust me, it's really fast. tick tock tick tock.. i hate that sound :/ it reminds me of PMR. don't know why :) lalala.. i missed being in Form 1. its fun and enjoyable and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, u can see i changed my layout :) i'm so proud of myself. HAHA. :/ it's just that i didnt change it for like, so long and it looks boring. eventhough how much i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;rainbows&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is so random :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-2560410266662917134?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2560410266662917134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2560410266662917134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2560410266662917134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2560410266662917134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/31st-august-2009.html' title='1st August 2009.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7603426596501057557</id><published>2009-07-29T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:20:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish exam.</title><content type='html'>I had Seni, PJK, Sivik and Moral exam yesterday and today. its the lamest exam everr. btw, trial is in next, next week. so im gonna be so dead. i just finished reading my Geography form 1. and now im in form 2. i feel so proud of myself :P haha. i still have to revise Sejarah(the worst thing everrr), KH(the most boring subj everrr), Science, Math, BM and English. PMR is so blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what we had learned from our Sivik lesson today ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kecantikan itu adalah subjektif."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translated in English: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beauty is subjective&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is true though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get it? go figure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i saw this in Friendster;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.imagefra.me/img/img31/2/7/28/amandasupastar/f_d32q7p84m_f479b96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost same as my current situation. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7603426596501057557?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7603426596501057557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7603426596501057557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7603426596501057557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7603426596501057557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/finish-exam.html' title='Finish exam.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-7448406454928233218</id><published>2009-07-26T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:00:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom Of The Opera play 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On 24th June;&lt;/strong&gt; Me, Tres, Disha, Jing, Nel and Fiq went to the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Phantom Of The Opera&lt;/span&gt; play once again for the second time. the last time we went to this play was on Tues with our school. but this time, we went by ourselves. the play this time starts at &lt;em&gt;7.45pm&lt;/em&gt;. we had abit of trouble to reach there. long storyy :/ we thought we're gonna be late but the play starts later. thank goodness :) i think the play this time is better than the one we watched on Tuesday. Christine didnt hug Raoul this time. lol. but the thing is, i had a great night! i didnt think that i'll make it to the play but i did. isnt it awesome? haha. im really happy and im glad to watch the play once again. after the play, we went to meet Shilpa in the dressing room. she's so happy that we here to watch the play again :) everyone looked so tired. then, we went out to the entrance and we took photos :) its funny. haha. and i saw.. lalalala. i dont wanna talk about it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we went back to my condo and we hang for a while in the playground. everyone had their own happy and sad thing. haih. im not gonna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i really had a great night! and i dont think im gonna have this much fun after PMR. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-7448406454928233218?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7448406454928233218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=7448406454928233218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7448406454928233218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/7448406454928233218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/phantom-of-opera-play-2.html' title='The Phantom Of The Opera play 2.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5287111866871130698</id><published>2009-07-24T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:03:56.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR Trial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMR TRIAL&lt;/strong&gt; - 10TH AUGUST 2009 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-5287111866871130698?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5287111866871130698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5287111866871130698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5287111866871130698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5287111866871130698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/pmr-trial.html' title='PMR Trial.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-5883448197079773262</id><published>2009-07-24T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:31:57.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emily Chui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 30th Birthday Emily Chui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're 30 years old now :) dont be embarassed about your age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i drew something on my hand today at school. usually i dont draw my hand but, i dont know, i just feel like drawing today :) i just feel so proud of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img15.imagefra.me/img/img15/2/7/23/amandasupastar/f_lovem_ac790fb.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-5883448197079773262?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5883448197079773262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=5883448197079773262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5883448197079773262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/5883448197079773262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-emily-chui.html' title='Happy Birthday Emily Chui.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-6823481099970369291</id><published>2009-07-23T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:25:47.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom Of The Opera play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On 21th June;&lt;/strong&gt; we went to watch &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt; play at the Civic Centre Auditorium, MBPJ. it was a blast! the theater was big and nice. and the play was AWESOME! and fun. the play was played by students from &lt;em&gt;Beaconhouse Sri Inai, PJ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a tuna bread that morning and its super delicious. i dont usually eat breakfast. but since my teacher told to eat before going to school cause we're going to the play, so i eat :) after assembly, we went to the open hall and lined up. and bladibla.. there are suppose to be three busses coming. we hv to wait for the third bus to come. so slow la the bus. and finally, the bus came! i sat with Anissa in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived the place and i saw lots of students lining up. we got down the bus and lined up. the line is damn long. then finally we got in. it was so crowded and i cant barely breathe. we got our seat and we sat. not long later, the play started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;THE PLAY WAS AWESOME AND FUNNY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the host, he's so cute and hawtt :) *no longer and further details* :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the play ended, we're allowed to take photos with the casts. so we diddddddd! but not all cast. i took a picture with the hosttt too :)))))) gosh he's so hot. but i look horrible in the pic :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to school later and we took some photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Erm, the pictures. i might post it &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt; soon or in &lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda.&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/6175613059303088283-6823481099970369291?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6823481099970369291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=6823481099970369291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6823481099970369291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/6823481099970369291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/phantom-of-opera-play.html' title='The Phantom Of The Opera play.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-9093049066076465720</id><published>2009-07-22T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:01:31.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch in Kuala Selangor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Dinner in Kuala Selangor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i followed my dad to &lt;em&gt;Kuala Selangor&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;19th June&lt;/strong&gt;. we went there for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;. we went there for about 4.30pm and it took us about 45 mins to arrive the place. the food there is normal. nothing special. i had fun taking photos of my god brother, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt;. he's so &lt;strong&gt;cuteeeee&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll post his photos here soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda,&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/6175613059303088283-9093049066076465720?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9093049066076465720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=9093049066076465720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/9093049066076465720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/9093049066076465720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/lunch-in-kuala-selangor.html' title='Lunch in Kuala Selangor.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-1466059611730918646</id><published>2009-07-22T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:48:03.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disha's 15th birthday party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Disha's 15th Birthday Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy B'day Disha!&lt;/span&gt; her birthday is on &lt;em&gt;18th July&lt;/em&gt; and she had a party at the &lt;strong&gt;pool side&lt;/strong&gt; like last year. thank god she lives in the same condo with me so i dont need any transport or any probs :) this time she only invites 20 ppl. but not all came. ppl who came were me, Tres, Jing, Nel, Anissa, Shazia, Rhian, Disha's cousins(unknowns :p) but i only know Sanggeet, Resham, Auffique, Darius. hope i didnt left out anyone here. secretly, i hv a bad memory :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i did in the morning was texting Disha and i said "Happy 15 B'day!" i think. lol. her party starts at 4pm. while waiting, i onlined. and then i bathed and get dressed and stuffs. i havent buy her a present yet :S i didnt go shopping yet and i didnt know what to buy for her. haih. its 4 sumthing and i went to Disha's house. Tres, Shazii, Sanggeet and her cousins were already there. and Disha is still fixing her hair. its her birthday and she's the late one. lol. we went out to the swimming pool when she got ready. Disha's mum is there and we helped to arrange the tables and chairs. i can see my sisters spying on us at the balcony. they're just like cctvs. haha. they're the most busybody person on earth that i've known. gosh. plus they're so darn annoying. they annoys me so much most of the time. believe me, sisters and brothers are super annoying(tres, u get how i feel :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the story :) after we helped to arrange the stuffs, we doodle around and we saw Annisa. she look so matured and older. i mean the way she dressed. and we saw Resham, Auffique and Jing. and we talked and doodleeeeed around. and Ain came. she brought her friends. and she didnt stayed up and went. owh yeah, i almost forgot. we took lots of piccas! thats what we do all the time :) in some photos i look weird but they keep saying im cute. as if :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the photos here soon. all of the photos are with tres, the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt; :) tres took a picture of me in hunger. gosh, i look so desperate and weird. haha. the man was barbeque-ing the chicken wings and i was soooo hungry that time. and tres wanted to take a picture of me in hunger. and she did. hahahahaha. it was so funnyyyyy :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the food are ready and we eat like pigs. at least i didnt eat like a pig. :D they did. no offence :D gosh, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chicken wings&lt;/span&gt; are so deeeeelicious. maybe bcuz im really hungry. lol. i'll eat anything when im hungry. nahh. not everything :P and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lambs&lt;/span&gt;, ahhhhh.. it taste like heaven. with the gravy.. mann im getting hungry :) me and Anissa are like two hungry pigs eating and desperately wanting more lambs. hahaha. :D suddenly Josh came. he likes Tres. haha. and he looks bigger. me and Tres laughed about it like so hard. it was so funnnnyy! hahahahaha. eyy im so mean la. haha. im just kidding anyway. and Anissa accidently poured her drink onto me. abit. "thanks Anissa!" =.= lucky it just kena me abit. if not, i'll kill herr! haha. no lah just kidding. im so crappy now. thanks Tres, u jangkit me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly Nel called Disha. her phone is with me and i answered. actually that time, we planned to push Disha into the pool like what we did last year at her birthday party. so Tres tried to take her phone with excuses :D she took few tries before Disha give her phone to Tres. and then Resham pretend to walk and talk with her along the pool and tried to push Disha into the pool. haha. but then dont know how Disha found out and she ran away :D she came back after running one round and we kept running towards her trying to push her into the pool but, she's so energetic and semangat u know. she kept escaping from us and she ran for about, many rounds. haha. she can win for Merentas Desa now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we can even catch her and throw her into the pool, its already time to blow the cake. its &lt;em&gt;vegetarian chocolate.&lt;/em&gt; gosh im still thinking about it. its so yummy and Disha hated it :/ weird la she. haha. right.. i forgot that Nel had arrived here already. opps :) yeah.. and i hv to call Disha since we dont know where is she and she's like laughing and i was like ??? :D suddenly she's in fronttt! haha. and then we sang the birthday song and we ate the cake. i already said that the cake was awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we talked. and went to the playground and then Tres had to go back. so we sent her at the guardhouse. she had to go for her engagement with u know who :D hahahaha. no lah. she's going for her cousin's engagement. she said its boring. so i think she regreted for leaving us and the party :D after tres left, the fun just began. lol. i actually forgot what happened. but i remember Disha kena pushed by us. :D and Rhian is pushed along :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, they pushed Dinesh(Disha's bro) into the pool. i was just beside the pool. and someone pushed me and i fell into the pool just like what happened last year :/ but last year, Tres and he others purposely drag me to the pool and throw me into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like =.= I realised that my phone and my mp3 is in my pocket. so i hurriedly go up and take out my phone and pm3. its soaking wet. Nel is the one who pushed me. and he said he accidently push me in. as if. Rhian(my life saver) took my phone and hurriedly dry up my phone and my mp3. and she tried to fix it. but its not working. she said i gotta leave it overnight. and i did and now my phone's working. thank god! &lt;strong&gt;thank you Rhiannn&lt;/strong&gt;! Rhian said once her phone stayed in the toilet bowl for 5 mins and it could work back. and it convinced me that my phone will work. but now, my mp3 is not working. only lights, no words. i kept telling Nel to find a way to fix it and he kept saying what he did. ass la him. no matter what im gonna make him fix back my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back home later. and i ate nasi lemak :) later i went out to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS: all the photos is with Trester and i'll steal her pictures and i might put it in here or &lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda&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/6175613059303088283-1466059611730918646?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1466059611730918646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=1466059611730918646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1466059611730918646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/1466059611730918646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/06/dishas-15th-birthday-party.html' title='Disha&apos;s 15th birthday party.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175613059303088283.post-2296785350241243198</id><published>2009-07-12T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:27:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Photos.</title><content type='html'>Wanna see my childhood photos? haha. here are some of them..&lt;br /&gt;it's taken with my sis. i'm all at the right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img27.picoodle.com/img/img27/2/7/11/amandasupastar/f_fhdhdm_3f5f80d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img34.picoodle.com/img/img34/2/7/11/amandasupastar/f_fhsdusum_d705b45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.picoodle.com/img/img40/2/7/11/amandasupastar/f_Image020m_60b1abb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.picoodle.com/img/img40/2/7/11/amandasupastar/f_Image022m_d0b75ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img36.picoodle.com/img/img36/2/7/11/amandasupastar/f_Image028m_9b619ef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img36.picoodle.com/img/img36/2/7/11/amandasupastar/f_Image030m_d0a3a3d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175613059303088283-2296785350241243198?l=i-am-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2296785350241243198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175613059303088283&amp;postID=2296785350241243198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2296785350241243198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175613059303088283/posts/default/2296785350241243198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-amanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/childhood-photos.html' title='Childhood Photos.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14556526348507118762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZV9E-FJ5WHY/S02TMnspmrI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RYLFcPptXMY/S220/Image027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
