<?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-5530758842552107810</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:30:33.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love me or love me not</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-788664520775985412</id><published>2010-05-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:00:56.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back.</title><content type='html'>yes. i'm back for blogging. it has been ice age since i stepped into my blog. i need to wipe all the spider webs. hmm.. life is pretty good. it has been ups and downs for too many times. i feel like breaking down, but i told myself not to break down so soon. because, i believe that i can see the beautiful side of my life soon. its just a matter of time. relationships? what is relationship mean to me? trust? confident? or just love? i have no idea. because i think i'm a failure in relationship. i hurt my boyfriend. and of course, he hurt me too. but i started all these. forgot about that. i will still appreciate the memories i had with him. he is letting me go and i have to learn how to let him go as well. if this continues, i think my relationship will get even more complicated. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm currently surviving in Perth, which is quite a sad place for me. KL or Perth. pretty much the same. i have memories in these two places. i kinda like Perth. i will come back of course. for my master studies. because i think i did not study much as i need to. nah! thats just my excuse. i just dont want to start working in corporate. maybe for half a year? and i will plan to continue my studies. friendship? kinda meaningless for me already. betraying each other is like so wrong for me. true friends exist? i believe it exists. its just the matter of time again. friends come and go easily. i believe that. i have a very best friend. but she has her busy time, her own family to care for. so i would rather not to say anything to her because i do not want her to worry about me. i'll be back blogging from now on. finals are here very soon. i do not even feel that finals are here. i need to focus on my studies from now on. no more yadda yadda! :) good luck to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-788664520775985412?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/788664520775985412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=788664520775985412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/788664520775985412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/788664520775985412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='im back.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-4706212288335575701</id><published>2010-01-06T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:22:51.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm seriously sad now. i have never been this sad before. i'm in dilemma. i dont know whether what i did is right or wrong. will i regret later? i really dont know.. i was pretending that i'm so keen with my decision but in fact i'm not.. i'm sad.. disappointed with myself.. what is actually love mean to me and him? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-4706212288335575701?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/4706212288335575701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=4706212288335575701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4706212288335575701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4706212288335575701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2010/01/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-8193977630377848069</id><published>2010-01-03T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:19:25.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron c.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;this post is dedicated to my dearest baby aaron c.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;yeah.. i'm writing this when u are sleeping like a baby, snoring like a baby pig..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;before u slept, we were cuddling happily just now, joked and laughed like no one business, didnt even bother that we might woke my parents up.. until we mentioned about when will i be coming back from Perth.. you started to be emotional, maybe add a lil angry and of course, sadness.. i'm totally understand, totally know what is in your mind, baby because i feel the same too almost every night :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;let me start with this, maybe by how we knew each other and met each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;somewhere in June 2007, Nat introduced u to me in the internet and i got to know u. initially, u didnt feel like want to talk to me at all.. perhaps just thinking that i'm a playgirl that time by simply adding u in friendster and talked to u in msn? i was a total stranger to u at that time. but after awhile, u were fine talking to me, almost everyday.. i missed talking to u and i was always the one who nudge u and said hello to u :) things changed until u met me and Nat.. our first movie was The Mummy 3? or maybe u take that Ah Long Pte Ltd as our first movie? LOL.. we got closer after that and u tricked me by asking me to be ur fake gf.. as if so huh? ya, i was kinda stupid, i got tricked by him and we went to Rainforest Pavillion for dinner with your friends. at that night, we got together and it was so darn random baby.. at that time i was doubting whether i made the right decision. yeah.. its on 23rd of August 2007, the date that we clarified ourselves as couple :) remember our first kiss in Putrajaya? on 31st of August, watching fireworks. aww.. u and i know what happened on that day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;however, eversince we got together, i didnt give u a very good start for your first ever relationship in your life. i admit that i hurt u a lot and u were treating me so well. i got touched when u were asking me back, lied to me that u were at home, in fact u were stalking at me outside my house when i was studying in my study room.. it was raining, and to enable u to watch me clearer, u were standing in the rain, u hoped that u can climb over the fence to see me but u cant. i texted u to go home but u resisted. i cried and we patched back. but i always compromised and broke your heart unintentionally until i promised to myself and u that i will never break your heart again and treat u better, and i think i made it. partially? somehow, baby, i'm really sorry for what i did last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;things changed after my serious promise to u and i tried my best to be ur sweetest gf and also i hope that i will be your first and last gf. we celebrated our birthdays, valentines, chinese new year, christmas, new year and bla together even though our celebrations are quite simple and very very normal, its like normal days for us. i remembered my first birthday celebration with u was in Genting, had our breakfast in Old Town. i knew u tried your best to bring me somewhere special, even advanced your salary to bring me there to celebrate my birthday, being so considerate to me on that day even though u were still dont really know how to be romantic.. but baby, i was happy that day! really happy! :) but we didnt really celebrate our christmas and new year, rite? but we still had fun together though we were bored at that time. both of us hate packed and stuffy places. we prefer more free and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; place perhaps? at that time, i was totally understand your financial status and your job, visiting u in your working place already became my routine, packing food to u as i know there's not much choice for u to eat at Putrajaya Alamanda. u have to work during Chinese New Year and ended up, we celebrated together at your handphone shop. when i thought of it, i felt funny and humorous. but i enjoyed being with u all the time, i dont mind u lack of time for me, didnt buy things for me, but i feel contented having u by my side. i would rather spending time with u watching our dvds with snacks on our hands on the bed, laughing together without spending loads of money bringing me to fine dining, buy me branded stuffs. because you are my most priceless thing i ever had in my life and i dont even want to lose u :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;maybe i didnt really celebrate your birthday in 2009 well, but somehow i made it along with your friends in Neway after u finished your work. we did a lil hang out, bought u a top because i was kinda broke at that time, and i think you would probably know why i was so broke. hahaha. baby, i was so missing u when i was away to Thailand with my mom for only few days. cant even contact u because of my international roaming problem, my hp almost finished battery and i was finally bought a spare one in Ipoh just to call u! u scolded me because i bought an expensive battery where it was not a genuine one. but u appreciated me for calling u because u missed me till u barely to breath rite? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;how we celebrated our first anniversary? honestly, i admit that i forgot a lil but i remembered that i sacrified a job because of u, and i wanna celebrate the special day with u. we hanged out in Pavillion as usual, no arguments and just pampering ourselves. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;baby, even though we did argue alot in 2009, on and off for several times, and God knows how many times, but we got to know how much we appreciate each other, how much we love each other and how much we want to change for each other. and baby, i'm totally appreciate on the effort u are taking now to change yourself for me. even though i know u are having hard times in changing also because of my temper and attitude. i promise that i will change, i just need time like u do aint it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;on my birthday in 2009, u wished to have a special celebration with me but due to your financial problem and family problem, we cant have it but we had our simple celebration in Mid Valley and Pavillion. i remembered that u bought me a big cup of ice cream from baskin robbin and i had to force myself to eat everything up because i dont want to waste. yet, i still had a great celebration with u even though we didnt really go anywhere for the eve and birthday. i dont mind what my friends think about me and u, but i mind on how i think about u. u are just great for me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;talking about my christmas eve, should i say my worst christmas eve? i wouldnt want to mention about it because i almost forgot everything about it. because i just want to keep happy memories with u, let sad memories to be our past and experiences. rite? at least me made something out on christmas in Neway again.. LOL.. its still a celebration rite? minus nagging from ur dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;our new year eve, sudden thoughts from me to have a steamboat at my house while my parents went for Sunway annual ball. we made it though even though not many people having steamboat with us. after steamboat, u fetched me everywhere to assure me that i'll be able to watch fireworks! even though we couldnt really got to see fireworks, i appreciate your effort! i just love u so much baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;and today 4th of January, 5.06am, i told myself that i want to be a real good gf for u because i want u to marry me. i want to assure u that i can be your wife. i will learn everything just for u and of course change myself. i want to motivate u in your job, support u and listen to u whenever u feel stressful on your job. i will pray hard for u and i believe that u would succeed soon because u have been putting hard works and effort to give me a better future.. i realized u are just so important to me and i wish i can own u forever till my last breath. i love you, aaron cheong wy lun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;◕‿◕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;baby, i really hope that u will trust me, will support me in everything i do, because what i do, there'll surely a reason behind. of course if can i dont want to leave u because i know on the day i leave, u're the person that i dont want to leave the most apart from my family. but i can promise u that i will fulfill your wish whenever i can. this is my promise to u. i hope u will feel better and i really wish to spend my precious time together before we cant spend our time together like me used to. i just want to fully utilize my time with u and of course my family too. i know and i'm very sure that i will miss u like heaven when i'm there because i've tried it when i was in oversea, or u were in outstation. seriously it pains and it does hurt. i dont want u to get hurt or sad either. i just want u to be happy, both of us to be happy. i hope for your call after u read this post. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: baby, i might missed out something in this post because there's so many things about us to write in here. but i kept everything about us in my heart, locked and u are the only one have the key and pass to read it. :) imissyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5530758842552107810-8193977630377848069?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/8193977630377848069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6588477556424539094</id><published>2009-12-27T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:05:06.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayonara 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2009 is gonna end and time flies really fast just like a blink of eye, wooosh! its 2010 already! didnt really do anything for 2009, but somehow, i still love 2009 because of him.. minus all the arguments, all the dissatisfaction, some stupid accidents and bla.. i guess 2009 is kinda great for him too because he is able to achieve his dream car by the end of this year.. and me? i have achieve some of my wish list items!!! but the others that i havent achieved yet, i will make sure that i get it before i fly to Perth, Australia! ready for new resolutions for 2010??? just get ready and approach to a new year with brand new you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&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/5530758842552107810-6588477556424539094?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6588477556424539094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6588477556424539094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-size: 13px; color: rgb(84, 85, 89); line-height: 18px; "&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-2193408591040811954?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/2193408591040811954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-5742038471083473196</id><published>2009-11-08T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:23:20.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>superwoman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;things changed and i have to accept it and move on with life! do something without regret and live like u gonna die tomorrow! hope for rainbow now, flush away all the sadness! i know i can do it. i just have to accept and move on! thats all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hope for the best for my finals now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i just want to succeed at least on one thing in my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which is my studies. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nothing else. i dont dare to hope for anything else anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;despite of that, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont put high expectation on something that may not belong to or according to what you expected.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things always go the other way round..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what should i say is to feel contented with what i have now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;good night peeps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&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/5530758842552107810-5742038471083473196?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-4993148314648534136</id><published>2009-11-06T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:33:43.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;its been decades since i last updated my blog.. guess the posts that i wish to post already piled up like a mountain and i have no idea where to start.. well.. not today to start with a nice post.. its just a random post telling u people that i'm so freaking busy for my final exams! but the thing is, my study week is not productive for me at all! busy with my dad's office stuff and studies.. i'm so tired at night already everyday and always ended up on my bed till the next morning.. i asked myself whether will flung my paper this time? no more good results like last semester? gosh.. i'm so stressful!!!!! yet my mind still can plan what i wanna do after final exam now.. not my studies first.. so distracting.. i realized auditing is real tough.. i have problem remembering all the standards and theories.. can someone save me from sinking???? and finance is another one.. driving me crazyyyyyyyyy! HELLLPPPP!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss u baby :( this is so randomm.. hahaha.. mwahhh!&lt;/i&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/5530758842552107810-4993148314648534136?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/4993148314648534136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=4993148314648534136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4993148314648534136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4993148314648534136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-for-you.html' title='a love for you.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-8890822165614823675</id><published>2009-09-17T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:10:11.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;gahhhhhh! what so nice about dota??? why most of the guys out there are so addicted to it? some news even reported that a youngster died because of didnt eat and drink for few days because of he wanna play dota??? sounds ridiculous right? and my boyf is one of the guys who loves dota so much till can totally forget about me.. good thing or bad thing??? i have more time on my own or i feel more lonesome??? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;auditing exam is driving me to hell.. seriously, TO HELL!!!  i have troubles remembering all these the standards, theories and blahhh..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;e me from HELLLLL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-8890822165614823675?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/8890822165614823675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=8890822165614823675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/8890822165614823675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/8890822165614823675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightmare.html' title='nightmare!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-1738822948665988351</id><published>2009-09-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:04:39.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never know what will happen in future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm actually kinda down now.. i feel like crying.. but, i just endure not to cry.. i just hold the tears which will flow down to my cheek in no time.. i'm seriously tired of everything.. things tend to change as day passed.. and one thing that kinda surprised me is that he lied me and after i have figured out, i asked him.. fortunately, he told me the truth.. i feel not that sad though.. somehow i chose to be tolerate.. just that he should know what he should do as a boyfriend of mine, that already satisfied me.. what is right or wrong, you and i have to know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a lot of things come through my mind now.. i'm actually feel so lonesome now.. i know i shouldnt be so selfish.. i need to be considerate and understanding.. but when i want to be this way, people tends to take advantage on me when i'm trying to change.. challenging me and all because i wont complain or anything.. i pretended that I'M OKAY with everything but i'm actually not that OKAY.. sigh.. just get out from my life lah pls.. i had enough... i'm seriously have enough of these dramas! i just want to make my life better.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: i'm just complaining.. enough of ranting already.. thanks for no response.. i just want it to be this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-1738822948665988351?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/1738822948665988351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=1738822948665988351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1738822948665988351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1738822948665988351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/09/youll-never-know-what-will-happen-in.html' title='You&apos;ll never know what will happen in future'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-272609026870607509</id><published>2009-09-10T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:26:23.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm tired... really tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;please grant me for more strength to carry on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i dont wish to back to past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i dont wish to become like last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or not, i think i will diminish in this world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm seriously tired of what i have been facing... really tired.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-272609026870607509?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/272609026870607509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=272609026870607509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/272609026870607509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/272609026870607509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiredness.html' title='tiredness.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-8497846719241853277</id><published>2009-09-10T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:39:35.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aim for the best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, i received a letter from Curtin chopped as AIRMAIL, and i was wondering, why Curtin suddenly sent me letter? at first i thought it was the offer letter for my transfer but when i opened it, it was not! it was.........................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;LETTER OF COMMENDATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, what's this letter said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it commended me on my excellent results!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and because of my weighted average marks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curtin has placed me among the top students in School of Accounting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sounds nice huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this actually put in a lot of pressure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afraid that i cannot maintain my results =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somehow, as long as i've tried my best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good luck to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanna aim for the best of me! happyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-5260207436141625830</id><published>2009-09-06T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:17:40.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i call it as pink day?</title><content type='html'>yesterday (6/9/2009) i went out with my boyf's mom and also my boyf.. before i went out, i'm kinda exhausted.. i felt very very tired these few days after i donated blood.. is it because i didnt have enough food or what? or not enough sleep? but i think i sleep more than 8 hours per day.. eye lids dropping whenever i start to open my books.. exams is coming in less than a week time.. i just cant stop procrastinating.. this is so not me.. gah~ i need to work very hard anyway.. sighs.. how to fit in 4 subjects of studies in a week time? probably need to burn midnight oil again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by the way, i bought my watch already on that saturday in Mid Valley.. supposed that i was the one who wanted to buy watch first but after that, my boyf was the one who wanted to buy watch first out of sudden because he found the watch he always want is cheaper than he expected.. LOL.. so.. he decided to collect it today i guess because the shop doesnt have the model but robinson has.. he didnt buy at Robinson because the watch has some scratches on it.. therefore he didnt take it.. :P another thing i want introduce to you guys is the food by Esquire Kitchen.. i know i'm a bit "jakun" because yesterday was my first time dining in that restaurant.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think probably a lot of people already knew the food there kinda nice though.. i have tried few dishes which are really delicious to me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my boyf enjoyed eating the food very much but he used to dine in Esquire Kitchen since he was very young.. where as i'm a tad bit slowwww.. i'm a tortoise.. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR0zqHEf9I/AAAAAAAAANk/NmM_uxlov90/s1600-h/P1000218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR0zqHEf9I/AAAAAAAAANk/NmM_uxlov90/s320/P1000218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378552285813309394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;stir fried french long beans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR1xwzaBFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BxVGlKduENA/s1600-h/P1000219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR1xwzaBFI/AAAAAAAAANs/BxVGlKduENA/s320/P1000219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378553352761771090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;chicken in paprik style&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR2wGbRGTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vNeAhlbIyL0/s1600-h/P1000222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR2wGbRGTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vNeAhlbIyL0/s320/P1000222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378554423717992754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;w&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;h&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;t&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; style of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;c&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;r&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;d&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR3waqd13I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jK4HRAZLXeA/s1600-h/P1000226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR3waqd13I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jK4HRAZLXeA/s320/P1000226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378555528662079346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"tung po" pork with flower bun to dip! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;my boyf's all time favourite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR4rm6z-TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7DFeGSLURxY/s1600-h/P1000210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR4rm6z-TI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7DFeGSLURxY/s320/P1000210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378556545564145970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR60e4cHeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qTHqc6W_Hcc/s1600-h/P1000215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR60e4cHeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qTHqc6W_Hcc/s320/P1000215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378558897048788450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just love to be with him =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow he will go Alor Star for his works.. i'm gonna miss him loads for few dayss =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope everything will be alright for him.. SUPPORT u always! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-5260207436141625830?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/5260207436141625830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=5260207436141625830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/5260207436141625830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/5260207436141625830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-i-call-it-as-pink-day.html' title='should i call it as pink day?'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqR0zqHEf9I/AAAAAAAAANk/NmM_uxlov90/s72-c/P1000218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-8937628261153878563</id><published>2009-09-05T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:40:59.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel so blue~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moody strikes again.. i have no idea why my mood swings badly these days.. i'm in dilemma in a lot of things too.. partially is because i'm very lazy to start my studies since my exams is around the corner.. and i'm still slacking like exams is just none of my business.. GAHHHH! i'm so stressful.. how to get first class honor? i need to maintain high distinction results.. i always believe in karma.. because of i didnt put enough effort on my previous quiz, the results is out of my expectation.. kinda disappointed!!! friends around me, seems like pretending sometimes.. pretend to be good to me but indeed they have motive behind their acts.. i dont want to mention who, but its kinda eye sore when i'm facing this almost everyday.. humans are like that.. no doubt.. i have to endure all these that happened.. what i can do is just pretend as if i dont know anything is the best.. as i always say to myself, few good friends is way better than having a lot of friends that most of them are bad.. they have bad intention to u and u wont realize it until they hurt u one day.. thats the risk.. high return more risk what! same as applying this in friendship.. more friends, more risk, aint it? mid term is just 1 week away only.. this time 4 subjects of mid term, what u guys think? i'm sending myself to a coffin.. i cant help myself from procrastinating at all.. i have a lot of plans to do!!!! my to-do list is just SO LONG!!! i havent buy what i need to buy, i havent plan for my birthday bash, as my dad will not be around on the date i have decided earlier&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; (plan spoiled) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;, buy presents or plan for my babe's coming birthday, REVISIONS of course if i dont wanna die so fast, and a lot a lot more!!! so many temptations are waiting for me! i wish i have more than 24 hours per day.. sighs.. i'm just no in the moood! oh yaaaa! i did my first blood donation that wednesday.. well, as i expected, i fainted after that.. i dont think the doctor who check my health is professional though, i told her that i have low blood pressure but she said my blood pressure is ok to donate.. FINE! after i donated, i fainted twice! once is on the bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;luckily my friend realized that i wasnt moving.. like dead body.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2nd time is i got down from the bed and after i reached the 2nd floor of the building, i told my friend that i think i'm gonna faint again and asked her to look for the doctor and nurse! yes, indeed i fainted again.. i skipped my VL class and lack of time for my presentation! and guess what, coincidentally that day is chinese lunar 14th of July.. freaky??? i had a bad day! i think that's my first and last time for my blood donation experience.. not going to donate again.. i have to hide this incident from my mom.. she will kill me if she knew this.. LOL.. gotta go for my studies! good luck for those are sitting trial SPM now and of course to myself duh =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqIV3IaL_EI/AAAAAAAAANc/srC4tEhwmis/s1600-h/P1000179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqIV3IaL_EI/AAAAAAAAANc/srC4tEhwmis/s320/P1000179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377884941928102978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just love him &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-8937628261153878563?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/8937628261153878563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=8937628261153878563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/8937628261153878563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/8937628261153878563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-so-blue.html' title='feel so blue~'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SqIV3IaL_EI/AAAAAAAAANc/srC4tEhwmis/s72-c/P1000179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-2710625220858605783</id><published>2009-09-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:03:47.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indulge myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like pampering myself with a lot of my favourites! spa, manicure and pedicure, hair do, luxury shopping, sleep with money, walk around with my baby snowy and novell, shopping of course, cosmetics shopping, travelling and alot alot more! i think my dad and my boyf will answer me the same thing, "i think i work hard for life also not enough for you to spend".. well.. this is true.. i agree with that.. unless i'm married to a millionaire? or be Bill Gates's god-daughter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahhh~ i really want to indulge myself with nicest thing in this world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all these thinking probably due to the stress i'm facing right now.. i'm not in good mood recently.. mood swings like the weather.. which is not so good for me.. affecting everyone around me.. i doubt what is happening to me :( i supposed to buy a new watch for myself before National Day, but ended up, sleeping for the whole day at home.. and guess what now? i haven't done my presentation stuff which is due tomorrow.. Gosh! how could this happen to me?? this is my first ever time so last minute works.. i really hate studying now.. i want to stop studying! but i know i can't.. just bless me for everything is going to be alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;next target, a Gucci wallet! =)&lt;/i&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/5530758842552107810-2710625220858605783?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/2710625220858605783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=2710625220858605783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/2710625220858605783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/2710625220858605783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/09/indulge-myself.html' title='indulge myself'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-2094055017414200248</id><published>2009-08-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:06:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 52nd to Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY 52ND BIRTHDAY TO MALAYSIA!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SptLOiHc5DI/AAAAAAAAANU/iszG9kJuyxo/s1600-h/pose+bersama+1+malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SptLOiHc5DI/AAAAAAAAANU/iszG9kJuyxo/s320/pose+bersama+1+malaysia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375973293245129778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm proud of being a Malaysian.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-2094055017414200248?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/2094055017414200248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=2094055017414200248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/2094055017414200248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/2094055017414200248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-52nd-to-malaysia.html' title='Happy 52nd to Malaysia!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SptLOiHc5DI/AAAAAAAAANU/iszG9kJuyxo/s72-c/pose+bersama+1+malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6382499197103336828</id><published>2009-08-26T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:39:32.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my holiday back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sighssss.. should i say this semester will be not so busy semester compared to last semester? DEFINITELY NOOO!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eventhough i have only 2 major assignments to do, one is presentation regarding index number analysis of Mamee Double Deckers and the other one is a very hard assignment on stock analysis of different companies.. HOWWWWWWWW??? for my mid term exam, i have 4 papers... cool? VERY NOT COOL.. and its coming so so soooo sooonn! and i'm still slack a lot.. hang out a lot.. chill a lot.. HOOOOOWWWWW? this is my first time having so many papers for my mid term exam.. definitely not a good thing.. the mamee company is going to drive me crazy and you guys probably have to visit me in Tanjung Rambutan very very soon.. their audit reports are written in sooooo smooth type until i cannot find any hidden information.. erm.. maybe i'm just lazy to analyse.. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just want my holiday backk.. i want to feel the breeze of the sea sooooo much! i miss the beach.. haih.. i wanna go Krabi.. i'm in so deep shit problem now.. presentation due next wednesday!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpVlJ_KjleI/AAAAAAAAANM/th8hPm9JWzU/s1600-h/sad_girl01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpVlJ_KjleI/AAAAAAAAANM/th8hPm9JWzU/s320/sad_girl01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374312952585491938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-6382499197103336828?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6382499197103336828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6382499197103336828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6382499197103336828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6382499197103336828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-my-holiday-back.html' title='i want my holiday back!!!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpVlJ_KjleI/AAAAAAAAANM/th8hPm9JWzU/s72-c/sad_girl01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6179791899011735477</id><published>2009-08-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:11:24.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is money that important?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahhhhh~ i have a lot of things to buy.. but someone has controlled my atm card.. but luckily.. i have credit card.. hahahahaha.. but i cant simply swipe it.. i think my dad gonna kill me after he received the statement.. LOL.. thats future problem.. just forget about it now first.. i wanna buy a lot of stuffs.. i wanna go shopping! but there are two things i'm dying to have now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont know whether i should buy Tissot or Emporio Armani watch.. ;P any idea? both of these watches quite nice.. very class.. BUT.. i saw a lot of offer on watches today.. especially Juicy Couture.. wth right? 50% kay?? dont pray prayyyy! the watch looks so "royal".. makes me feel like i'm from a royal family.. i'm a princess.. HAHAHAHA.. gonna buy a new watch this weekend!!! yay! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another thing i want to buy soooooo muchie is Gucci Jolie Large Tote!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpQLxwGenqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-UHltZ02Q-4/s1600-h/Gucci+Jolie+Medium+Totee+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpQLxwGenqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-UHltZ02Q-4/s320/Gucci+Jolie+Medium+Totee+313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373933204713414306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haih.. too expensive.. i wanna have it sooo much.. can anyone buy for me for my birthday pressie??? &lt;i&gt;*hints* LOL! its coming so so sooo soon!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will have my 21st birthday bash on 3rd of Oct.. supposed to be on 26th of Sep.. but my dad needs to go China for his business stuff.. so.. erm.. postponed to the 3rd.. and we can celebrate my mom's birthday along too.. how great is that! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;currently, i'm so addicted to be with my little snowy.. she is soooo cute!! see how she slept on my living room couch..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpQM4XrsrJI/AAAAAAAAANE/b9PrnVWGXFc/s1600-h/24082009186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpQM4XrsrJI/AAAAAAAAANE/b9PrnVWGXFc/s320/24082009186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373934417929350290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she looks like one of my toys.. LOL.. i love her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT &lt;i&gt;i love you even more..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahh~ i need more money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-6179791899011735477?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6179791899011735477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6179791899011735477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6179791899011735477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6179791899011735477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-money-that-important.html' title='is money that important?'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpQLxwGenqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-UHltZ02Q-4/s72-c/Gucci+Jolie+Medium+Totee+313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-8261466791245343869</id><published>2009-08-23T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:42:01.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 1st anniversary~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;happy 1st anniversary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to my lovely baby ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aaron cheong wy lun ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;before we met each other, keep in touch with you almost everyday became a routine to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;chatting all day long for about 2 months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the comfort that generated between us is so special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;until we both couldnt resist not to talk to each other even a day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we decided to meet up again when you asked me to be your fake gf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i know its just a trick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;from the first day i met u, i already had a special feeling for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i knew that u felt the same way too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;until we went for a simple dinner together at Rainforest in Pavillion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we confirmed with each other for what we felt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we have gone through a lot of rains and rainbows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we still holding tight with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;like what you told me, i hope that we will go through engagement, wedding and retirement together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you..♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i appreciate very much for what you have done all this while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the first ever bouquet of daisy from u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cant even compare the flower u have planted in my heart since 23rd of August 2008..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the flowers now grow blossomy and beautiful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i would like to draw a sun on my heart so that my flowers will grow even healthier and nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as the time fliess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thats all i want to tell you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my sweetest baby ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;well.. apart from that, there's a new member in my family of me and aaron..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;which is my little snowyyy ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpJ7_DrS4wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WKWEg64k3XU/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SpJ7_DrS4wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WKWEg64k3XU/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373493628655297282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cute! aint it? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5530758842552107810-8261466791245343869?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/8261466791245343869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6353308706360792814</id><published>2009-08-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:08:24.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfortunate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what.. i think every year, for the month of august will be definitely not a good month for me.. a lot of things seem to happen me like non stop.. i hate those immature people who act like uneducated people in front of me and behind me.. I TELL YOU HERE, I DONT GIVE U A DAMN ON WHAT U DID TO ME BEHIND ME!! and my boss, go die lar!!! BUT i think he is too fat to fit into a coffin.. maybe need quite a long time to make a specially designed coffin for him.. he is tooooo heavy till normal coffin might break if he lies in it.. forgive me for my harsh words for him.. he is such a pathetic boss i ever met in my life.. even though he is younger than me, so? he runs a tuition centre and should have shown a good role model to the students! and what did he do??? telling the students i'm a bad teacher and complained me behind me? hell ya! just complain in front of me, if you dare.. ur knowledge not even as much as me... SPM leaver or what???? at least i'm elder than u and u should respect me bastard!!! despite of that, another stupid teacher who is only form 4, trying to show how well he is in his studies, telling me how much his students have improved in a short period! but then when i asked them, the students said NOOOOO! what he knows is only shouting and have fun with the students!! the way my boss runs the tuition centre is so not professional.. go die la!!! all go die!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till now, my salary which is not a big sum of money, i havent receive it! giving me tons of reasons why i havent receive.. you thought i'm small kid ha!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been in this society longer than you, u FAT ASS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go away all the bastards and bitches!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to type all the unfortunate things that happened to me in this month, i think i need few days to finish them all.. after all, only my recent job is so bugging me!!! BUT i've resigned!!! hopefully he can handle my salary well for this month! if not i'm so gonna bring this matter to labour law!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PAY your OWN risk for treating me this way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i said i will, means i will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-6353308706360792814?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6353308706360792814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6353308706360792814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6353308706360792814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6353308706360792814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/08/unfortunate.html' title='unfortunate!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-1633704731689873400</id><published>2009-08-05T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:51:19.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm all about you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's something i've gotta say,&lt;br /&gt;you're always with me even though you're far away,&lt;br /&gt;talking to you on my cell,&lt;br /&gt;just the sound of your voice makes my heart melt,&lt;br /&gt;oh girl,well its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm all about us,&lt;br /&gt;no baby you never have to question my love,&lt;br /&gt;and every night,&lt;br /&gt;there's a new crowd,&lt;br /&gt;but it's always you i'm singin about,&lt;br /&gt;there is only one these words are goin'out to,&lt;br /&gt;oh girl,I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you worry sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;(sometimes you worry)&lt;br /&gt;some other girl might make me forget you're mine,&lt;br /&gt;there aint a doubt in this world,&lt;br /&gt;that anyone could take the place of my number one girl,&lt;br /&gt;its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;i'm all about&lt;br /&gt;no baby you never have to question my love&lt;br /&gt;and every night there's a new crowb&lt;br /&gt;but it's always you I'm singin about&lt;br /&gt;there is only one these words are goin out to&lt;br /&gt;oh girl i'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes I can see you,&lt;br /&gt;its like you're right here,&lt;br /&gt;and these feelins only gettin' stronger,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE WITH ME EVERY WHEEEERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;i'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;no baby you never have to question my love&lt;br /&gt;and every night there's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;but it's always you i'm singin about&lt;br /&gt;there is only one these words are goin out tooo&lt;br /&gt;oh girl&lt;br /&gt;(Fade out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm all abut you&lt;br /&gt;(all about you all about you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(girl ---&gt; boy)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-1633704731689873400?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-1766806653392406598</id><published>2009-08-05T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:11:01.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to be your first and the last one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just once enough.. the one u fallen with all this while, and you are the one i fallen with, wants to spend forever with you.. wants you to spend forever with me.. not anyone else.. your silence is killing me slowly as day passes and i dont feel well with that.. really not well.. i'm tired of acting as if i'm nothing now because i dont want anyone to worry about me.. but deeply in heart, i'm miss you a lot.. i hope to be with you every minutes and seconds.. i hope that i can share all your unhappiness with whats around you so that i can understand you more.. i want to be part of you.. i know that you and i, suffered a great loss and as such, while others might catch you laughing and smiling from time to time, just like what am i doing now.. i just want you to be happy again.. and i just want myself to be happy again, where u are so infuential to me to give me happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want to be your first and the last one.. not someone else.. i dont want to know that other girls might holding your hand, i just want to be the only one who has the luck to hold your end till u are old.. and you are the only one who can hold my hand for the rest of my life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just love you a lot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant stand this situation anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i might break down in no time soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want you to hug me tightly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wipe of my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stare at me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me that you love me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you need me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i need you a lot right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel so empty and meaningless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaron cheong, i love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want you back.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to provide you all the strength that you need to live..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be your motivation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your desire to happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want you to be my last one..&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/5530758842552107810-1766806653392406598?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/1766806653392406598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=1766806653392406598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1766806653392406598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1766806653392406598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-want-to-be-your-first-and-last.html' title='i just want to be your first and the last one.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-4011803991860375787</id><published>2009-08-04T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:41:27.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my life is incomplete without u.. routines will be different from the day u decided to leave me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the song for the day, always be the saddest one.. reminding myself how many things we had done together.. the happy moments we spent together.. u just like the oxygen for me.. without the oxygen i cant live too long.. u are the needs for me to live on this earth.. how i wish i could go thru the wonderful things, bad or sad together with u.. i really long for these.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;over the rainbow, this song, i hope that u will listen to this song.. it meant a lot for me today.. today is a real nightmare to me.. i wonder how to rewind the time so that i can save the relationship.. i miss you.. i really miss you.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-4011803991860375787?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/4011803991860375787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=4011803991860375787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4011803991860375787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4011803991860375787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-5724908857355449359</id><published>2009-07-27T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:09:18.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my another sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sm55VzBp7TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6lhurveGCqQ/s1600-h/IMG_7294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363357621626203442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sm55VzBp7TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6lhurveGCqQ/s320/IMG_7294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is my dearest best friend ever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is happily married to a very nice guy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will live in happiness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the baby and the hubby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy 21st birthday to u, ellie girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love u as always. =)&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/5530758842552107810-5724908857355449359?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/5724908857355449359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=5724908857355449359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-1414358964200034652</id><published>2009-07-27T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:09:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love u.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby! listen to this.. 1234 start.. ~~ my baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;give me more lovin then i've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;make it all better when i'm feelin sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tell me that i'm special even when i know i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;make me feel good when i hurt so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;barely gettin mad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im so glad i found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love bein around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you make it easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as easy as 1 2,(1 2 3 4.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres only one thing two do three words four you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres only one way two say those three words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and that's what i'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i love you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;give me more lovin from the very start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;piece me back together when i fall apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tell me things you never even tell your closest friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;make me feel good when i hurt so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;best that i've had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im so glad that i found you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love bein around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you make it easy as easy as 1 2,(1 2 3 4.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres only one thing two do three words four you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres only one way two say those three words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and that's what i'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you.i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i love you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you make it easy, its easy as 1234&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres only one thing two do three words four you i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i love you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres only one way two say those three words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thats what ill do i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i love you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one two three four i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(iloveyou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sm3tKdQJe6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8Ul40onhK78/s1600-h/23072009038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sm3tKdQJe6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8Ul40onhK78/s320/23072009038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363203495174962082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-1414358964200034652?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/1414358964200034652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=1414358964200034652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1414358964200034652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1414358964200034652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-u.html' title='i love u.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sm3tKdQJe6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/8Ul40onhK78/s72-c/23072009038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-9043001773169448950</id><published>2009-07-15T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:34:21.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Odori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i wanna go Bon Odori this coming Saturday.. but no one seems to be free on this Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it is held in Shah Alam at 5pm to 10pm.. i always missed out this kind of event and i hope to go this time.. but i dont know how to go.. can someone bring me go??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how about u baby?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;i'm waiting for ur call now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5530758842552107810-9043001773169448950?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/9043001773169448950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=9043001773169448950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/9043001773169448950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/9043001773169448950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/07/bon-odori.html' title='Bon Odori'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-4622527047098322236</id><published>2009-07-14T23:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:51:24.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not sorry by Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;all this time i was waSting&lt;br /&gt;hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;i've been giving out cHances every time&lt;br /&gt;and all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;and its takEn me this long&lt;br /&gt;baby but i figured you out&lt;br /&gt;and you're thinking well be fine again&lt;br /&gt;but not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to Call -- anymore&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;don't wannA to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;and you caN tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;oh-h-h no. no. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're looking so innocent&lt;br /&gt;i might believe you if i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;could've loved you all my life&lt;br /&gt;if you Hadn't left me waiting in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And you got your share of secrets&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being last to know&lt;br /&gt;and now you're asking me to listen&lt;br /&gt;cause its worked each time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;but you don't have to call -- anymore&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;don't want to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had me crawling for you honey&lt;br /&gt;and it neVer would've gonE away, no&lt;br /&gt;you used to shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;but i watched all of it fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;so You don't have to call -- anymOre&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick Up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to beg for&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, no. no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is how i feel now.. sighs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-4622527047098322236?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/4622527047098322236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=4622527047098322236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4622527047098322236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4622527047098322236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-not-sorry-by-taylor-swift.html' title='You&apos;re not sorry by Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-3818640497752629941</id><published>2009-07-14T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:48:49.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;all this time i was waSting&lt;br /&gt;hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;i've been giving out cHances every time&lt;br /&gt;and all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;and its takEn me this long&lt;br /&gt;baby but i figured you out&lt;br /&gt;and you're thinking well be fine again&lt;br /&gt;but not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to Call -- anymore&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;don't wannA to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;and you caN tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;oh-h-h no. no. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're looking so innocent&lt;br /&gt;i might believe you if i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;could've loved you all my life&lt;br /&gt;if you Hadn't left me waiting in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And you got your share of secrets&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being last to know&lt;br /&gt;and now you're asking me to listen&lt;br /&gt;cause its worked each time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;but you don't have to call -- anymore&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;don't want to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had me crawling for you honey&lt;br /&gt;and it neVer would've gonE away, no&lt;br /&gt;you used to shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;but i watched all of it fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;so You don't have to call -- anymOre&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick Up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to beg for&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, no. no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is how i feel now.. sighs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-3818640497752629941?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/3818640497752629941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=3818640497752629941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/3818640497752629941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/3818640497752629941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-not-sorry_14.html' title='You&apos;re not sorry'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-4153190738782752829</id><published>2009-07-14T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:48:15.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;all this time i was waSting&lt;br /&gt;hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;i've been giving out cHances every time&lt;br /&gt;and all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;and its takEn me this long&lt;br /&gt;baby but i figured you out&lt;br /&gt;and you're thinking well be fine again&lt;br /&gt;but not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to Call -- anymore&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;don't wannA to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;and you caN tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry.&lt;br /&gt;oh-h-h no. no. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're looking so innocent&lt;br /&gt;i might believe you if i didn't know&lt;br /&gt;could've loved you all my life&lt;br /&gt;if you Hadn't left me waiting in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And you got your share of secrets&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being last to know&lt;br /&gt;and now you're asking me to listen&lt;br /&gt;cause its worked each time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;but you don't have to call -- anymore&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;don't want to hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had me crawling for you honey&lt;br /&gt;and it neVer would've gonE away, no&lt;br /&gt;you used to shine so bright&lt;br /&gt;but i watched all of it fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;so You don't have to call -- anymOre&lt;br /&gt;i won't pick Up the phone&lt;br /&gt;this is the last -- straw&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to beg for&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;like i did -- before&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;you're not sorry. no, no. oh-h-hh-hh.&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, no. no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is how i feel now.. sighs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-4153190738782752829?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/4153190738782752829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-9088876934622723363</id><published>2009-07-10T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:02:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy + bad luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i always believe that there's always unlucky things happened after u have gone thru happy things.. life is like that.. which is out of our control.. so.. i was happy to start my trip to Perak last week.. sadly, i fell sick before that but its not that serious.. i assumed that i will be okay after taken some medicine.. not until i reached the so-called hotel that my boyf's found for us in Batu Gajah... it is obviously a guest house which is considered kinda expensive per night.. okay.. fine.. skip my terrible night in Batu Gajah.. the next day my boyf drove to Ipoh to find better hotel which the price kinda reasonable.. had quite some fun despite of my heavy flu and serious sorethroat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(not swine flu pls.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my colleague, chris brought us around Ipoh for jalan jalan cari makan.. didnt know that Ipoh has a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;seafood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;around.. hahaha.. no offense!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;after back from Ipoh, my sickness got worsen.. i stayed at home for few days and figuring out where to steamboat for my best friend's bachelorette night.. despite those who likes to complain a lot, the plan went smoothly and it will be held this Sunday.. woohooo! looking forward for it!! hopefully they will not cause sooooo many problems! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;meanwhile, i have a very good news! i got straight HDs for my last semester! and the marks........ sooo damn unexpected.. i wanted to jump with joy but bad things happened on my lovely boyf.. sigh.. forget that shits.. but the next day i had some fun with him.. went for facial at a beauty saloon which kinda nice! however, kinda sad when i looked at my boyf's skin problem.. suddenly fell on him after using shu uemura's cleansing oil.. perhaps the product not suitable for his skin... i already forced him to stop using this stupid product but it is totally okay for me! anyway.. forget it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and, i have colored my hair to copper/red! hahahaha.. it looks damn nice on me and i look damn fair!! lurvvveeeeeee it~~ i look so hawt! =P apparently, i need a new watch! i need a new watch! i need a new watch! i know its kinda randon! can someone hear me? new watch!!! emporio pls.. hahahahahaha.. maybe as a reward for me??? 2 grade 9 and 2 grade 8!!!! not that easy ok? new watch! hear me? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SlcRidQ02_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/-o9HJggBzAY/s1600-h/04072009820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SlcRidQ02_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/-o9HJggBzAY/s320/04072009820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769565448920050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;awww.. he is damn cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-9088876934622723363?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;And when I couldn't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Scared things wouldn't turn out right&lt;br /&gt;You would hold my hand and sing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillar in the tree&lt;br /&gt;How you wonder who you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Can't go far but you can always dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you may and wish you might&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry, hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;I promise you there will come a day&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away (Butterfly fly away)&lt;br /&gt;Got your wings, now you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;Take those dreams and make them all come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away(Butterfly fly away)&lt;br /&gt;You've been waiting for this day&lt;br /&gt;All along and know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Butterfly, Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dedicate to my dearest boyf as he is having hard times now.. but i promise him that i will always be there for him and held my hand to him to hold to walk along this tough journey.. i will always support him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkndXAL_JGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zctHTFf-oXs/s1600-h/02052009026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkndXAL_JGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zctHTFf-oXs/s320/02052009026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353053019363550306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); line-height: 20px; "&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-7229663297331249909?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/7229663297331249909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=7229663297331249909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7229663297331249909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7229663297331249909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/06/butterfly-fly-away-by-miley-cyrus.html' title='butterfly fly away by miley cyrus'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkndXAL_JGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zctHTFf-oXs/s72-c/02052009026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6110849834290721763</id><published>2009-06-30T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:57:07.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredness.</title><content type='html'>finally, i got tired after days of going out.. like non-stop.. wake up, get prepared, hang out and spend, work, dating and sleep.. its like my routine for my days in this holiday already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so.. i decided to be good girl these few days before my mom gets frustrated with my outings.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too much already.. not forgetting to say that, my another good colleague, Wei Yuen is going to fly to Perth this coming 13th.. few outings had planned with her.. though not much photos taken, the memories and funny stuffs happened will remain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first outing was with stephanie and some other ex-HELP colleagues in One Utama, singing session with them and sushi session at Zan Mai.. pretty loads of photos taken but the photos are not with me.. but they are uploaded in my facebook, tagged by stephanie.. we were like took pictures more than singing as i expected.. lol.. quite a fun outing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 2nd outing was with siow wei and her cousin to dressup boutique in Subang, Sg Wang and Xiao Fei Yang for steamboat! spent money in the boutique and also Sg Wang of course.. Xiao Fei Yang also a bomb.. but their food kinda nice and unique compared to other types of steamboat restaurant which is highly recommended to those riches lar.. this restaurant is origin from China.. but.. i didnt bring my camera along in this outing.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknCNLCcl5I/AAAAAAAAALs/3LUK0Aw46hw/s1600-h/102_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknCNLCcl5I/AAAAAAAAALs/3LUK0Aw46hw/s320/102_1260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353023163663685522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our steamboat soup.. herbal soup.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknAYuAG4dI/AAAAAAAAALk/o_uMgBMhmTA/s1600-h/102_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknAYuAG4dI/AAAAAAAAALk/o_uMgBMhmTA/s320/102_1253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353021163004420562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and wei yuen while having crispy crepe (&lt;i&gt;highly recommend too&lt;/i&gt;) at Sg Wang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknC_KMW6WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ucGXG2AYvGs/s1600-h/102_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknC_KMW6WI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ucGXG2AYvGs/s320/102_1259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353024022430280034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wei yuen and siow wei in &lt;i&gt;Apee boutique.. &lt;/i&gt;while waiting for siow wei's cousin to try some pants.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknD_o5166I/AAAAAAAAAL8/tMxHS-PQxhY/s1600-h/102_1269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknD_o5166I/AAAAAAAAAL8/tMxHS-PQxhY/s320/102_1269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353025130185747362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the restaurant with siow wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknEscdcSuI/AAAAAAAAAME/KdK5YrEp5Tk/s1600-h/102_1270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknEscdcSuI/AAAAAAAAAME/KdK5YrEp5Tk/s320/102_1270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353025899939515106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us at the restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknFLH8MZ8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/a-Nv8OgPkNY/s1600-h/102_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknFLH8MZ8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/a-Nv8OgPkNY/s320/102_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353026427007297474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lastly, me and wei yuen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-6110849834290721763?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6110849834290721763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6110849834290721763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6110849834290721763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6110849834290721763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiredness.html' title='tiredness.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SknCNLCcl5I/AAAAAAAAALs/3LUK0Aw46hw/s72-c/102_1260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-7862645817823408991</id><published>2009-06-28T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:50:53.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb by Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an up-hill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an up-hill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[been listening to this song for repeated times after i have watched ""Hannah Montana".. meaningful yet nice!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Skd0ZyhX4aI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vo8lWt9yymw/s1600-h/29042009010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Skd0ZyhX4aI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vo8lWt9yymw/s320/29042009010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352374668560425378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-7862645817823408991?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/7862645817823408991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=7862645817823408991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7862645817823408991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7862645817823408991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/06/climb-by-miley-cyrus.html' title='The Climb by Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Skd0ZyhX4aI/AAAAAAAAALc/Vo8lWt9yymw/s72-c/29042009010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-758911312497444961</id><published>2009-06-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:48:17.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkcLkKDDqOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/shA1WR0s1EA/s320/Michael_Jackson_1971_got_to_be_there.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352259397953497314" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkcLpzwg_sI/AAAAAAAAALE/tsFebYuv_Hc/s320/michael_jackson_casanova_in_concert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352259495049363138" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkcLtX0oUdI/AAAAAAAAALM/kPOJ9kkrHps/s320/michael-jackson-neverland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352259556269904338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael Jackson (1958-2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lately, his news has bombarded the whole world.. last 2 days when i was getting ready to go out with my friends, i wonder why one fm kept playing his songs.. and i wonder is it he has passed away? this came into my mind very fast and i heard the dj said that he has passed away.. i was like OMG.. and i called the boyf and tell her about it.. sadly, he said.. died already? die ma die lor.. none of my business also.. =.= i was a bit terrified with his news anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i started to listen to his songs since i was very young because my dad loves him very much.. i adore his songs and dancing seriously.. i was once sang his song, Heal The World for my school choir and won a prize.. few times sang in karaoke box and i realize we really need high vocal and good breathing while singing to sing his songs.. his songs are totally awesome.. most of his songs relates to the mother nature.. i was a bit disappointed with the rumors for his sexual harassment on kids.. somehow it was very hard to believe anyway.. now.. all the law suits against him as over and i hope that he will rest in peace in the hands of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;RIP MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;apparently, i shopped a lot.. i really shopped a lot.. i'm kinda addicted to shopping.. this time is the worst ever.. i couldnt really control myself and i think i should start to budget my money on shopping.. cannot simply spend on unnecessary.. my mom was asking me last night about my wardrobe.. she wondered why my wardrobe has so many new clothes in such a short period.. my mom used to tidy my wardrobe once in awhile.. and i didnt know how to answer her.. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;my boyf claimed that i should stop shopping now.. how am i gonna stop shopping rite? maybe erm.. lesser? yea.. i think i need some therapy to cure my sickness man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;i really have spent a lot in my holiday.. really a lot after i figured it out last night in my mind before i slept.. shall plan for savings now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;this coming friday night, i'm going to Perak to attend my boyf's best friend's wedding and hopefully, will go to Penang as well.. i hope for a short trip since i'm having break now.. i'm scared that i will be more busy than last semester.. and hell ya.. after i come back from trip, disaster is here.. my results for last semester will be out on 8th of July.. pretty fast huh? times flies really fast.. besides that, i still havent plan for my best friend's bachelorette partay.. time is so limited.. on 21st, it will be her big day.. and i'm still figuring out a good white dress for her wedding as i will be her brides maid. this is the first dress i found in dressup.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkcQj1FNuII/AAAAAAAAALU/pkWRISRiMWA/s1600-h/26062009125.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkcQj1FNuII/AAAAAAAAALU/pkWRISRiMWA/s1600-h/26062009125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SkcQj1FNuII/AAAAAAAAALU/pkWRISRiMWA/s320/26062009125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352264889883539586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;his is my first choice.. but i still need some comments for this dress because i dont know whether this dress really suits me. what do u think? if it suits me, i need to buy it tomorrow already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;sighs&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/5530758842552107810-758911312497444961?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/758911312497444961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=758911312497444961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/758911312497444961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy fathers day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my dad said, his photo is way too ugly to be posted up here..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. so.. too bad.. there's no photos of my dad here..&lt;br /&gt;we will be celebrating it at my grandma's hse.. along with my uncles and aunties.&lt;br /&gt;cool? i guess it would be kinda fun with them along..&lt;br /&gt;my baby refused to tag along.. because he said, he is not in proper wear..&lt;br /&gt;wearing pyjamas and cap now.. thats why dun wanna tag..&lt;br /&gt;silly huh?&lt;br /&gt;happy father's day to all the fathers in the world..&lt;br /&gt;a song might be sang that, mom is the best in the world as a mom has to suffer for 10 months to give birth and during the 10 months, delivery, and post-delivery, people said, thats their toughest and hardest time..&lt;br /&gt;but dad is earning money for your living after ur mom gave birth of u.. which might be more than 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine that? hard times suffered by ur dad is soo unmeasurable..&lt;br /&gt;therefore, appreciate their effort and not to be shy to say that, "i love u, dad.. u are the best!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love you dad! ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;apart from that, i wanna show u something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sj381TVGlPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cq_f1i0mbbw/s1600-h/angelababy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sj381TVGlPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cq_f1i0mbbw/s1600-h/angelababy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349709925038068978" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sj381TVGlPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cq_f1i0mbbw/s320/angelababy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;angela baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;her hair color is damn nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want to have her hair color!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;any comments? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wanna be gorgeous! *laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-969472817907840147?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/969472817907840147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=969472817907840147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/969472817907840147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/969472817907840147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy fathers day!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sj381TVGlPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cq_f1i0mbbw/s72-c/angelababy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-5100207643967708849</id><published>2009-06-15T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:13:04.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron c.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SjcbaZmtjLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qrJuANLeIpY/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347773222889557170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SjcbaZmtjLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qrJuANLeIpY/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is he cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aaron c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;much ♥ ♥ ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-5100207643967708849?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/5100207643967708849/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6879051004888650484</id><published>2009-06-15T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:34:40.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>break time.</title><content type='html'>refer to my title, yes, i'm free at last! free from assignments, exams, homeworks and tedious semester!!! yet.. a tougher semester will come very very soon.. i'm currently having about 2 months holiday now.. sad thing is, not even a week of holiday has passed, i have spent quite a lot on dresses, food and pressie for my bestie.. pathetic.. and my macbook.. need a lot of money to repair.. but still better than buy a new laptop.. how i wish to plant a money tree behind my house's yard.. *&lt;em&gt;dreaming&lt;/em&gt;* this coming Wednesday is pre-vip member day for us to reserve our loves to buy on thursday which is the vip member day! cool aint it? but but but.. i'm so broke now.. could anyone sponsor me some money? i want to buy a blazer and a very skinny dark color jeans! and i need to get another tube dress for my bestie's wedding.. i couldnt imagine how much money i need in this holiday! in fact i think i need to work hard to find part time job.. i cannot bear the feelings of without sufficient money.. and why the hell the EON bank so slow! i need money soo soooo sooooo much now and meanwhile i wanna go for holiday! but but but my BB not free.. he has to work hard from now on.. for his and ME's future.. HAHAHAHAHAHA.. hopefully =P fathers day is coming now.. what should i do for this fathers day? my dad suggested to have steamboat at my grandma's house.. not a bad idea rite? i think its gonna be warm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveu BB!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-6879051004888650484?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6879051004888650484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6879051004888650484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6879051004888650484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6879051004888650484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-time.html' title='break time.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-7086790893651252012</id><published>2009-06-07T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:45:35.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awaiting ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2nd year of 2nd semester final exam is going to start in less than 24 hours. feel nervous? not really.. that is freaking weird.. had a week of study week, ask me what i did during the week.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ hang around with my bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ watch korean drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ did some studies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ did some readings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ did some practices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ BUT most of the time, FACEBOOK-ing.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yea.. no more hours of continuous studying like last time already.. the most weird thing is, im aint that nervous and scared like before.. which made me feel kinda worry.. instead, i feel kinda happy.. my God.. what is wrong with me.. but now i feel a little worry and nervous and panic and bla.. meanwhile, excited as well.. HAHAHAHAHAHA.. wish me luck for my finals.. am not going to blog until i finished my exam on 12th! cant wait for the day.. shop till i drop~! and diet for my bestie's wedding!!! 44kg~!!! awaits ♥&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/5530758842552107810-7086790893651252012?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/7086790893651252012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=7086790893651252012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7086790893651252012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7086790893651252012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/06/awaiting.html' title='awaiting ♥'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-2739435085440259296</id><published>2009-06-02T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:34:49.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad luck strikes me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is not my day.. while i was studying and at the same time, i was chatting with the boyf in msn, my macbook suddenly got hang and lag.. so.. i thought its a very common situation.. i just wait and see thinking that who knows later will be alright which i always face this kind of problem if i use my brother's laptop or my boyf's laptop.. after few minutes, it still remained the same and this is not a common situation for me already.. i got panic and quickly try to click on my macbook but nothing seems alright for me.. therefore, i quickly made an attempt to take off my battery and put it back, and try to on my macbook again.. BAD LUCK STARTS FROM HERE! Flashing question marks appeared on my screen instead of APPLE!!! gosh.. what is this.. i quickly find my mac boot up cd to cure this situation but useless.. i called apple care centre, i assumed there's a english people guided me to go thru testing process to see what is happening to my macbook.. nothing seems work well on my mac and he quickly made an assumption that my hard drive spoiled.. repeat, &lt;em&gt;MY HARD DRIVE IS SPOILED&lt;/em&gt;!!! my mind got blank and thinking that i never simply download applications and videos and all.. i just use my macbook for my college's works and chat.. thats all.. why is the hard drive so fast spoiled? plus i never dropped my macbook and God knows how much i love my macbook..! earlier on, my adapter spoiled and now even worse.. my hard drive.. if tomoro after i brought to machine service centre, and they clarify that my macbook's hard drive is spoiled, which i assume to cost a lot, i would rather to buy a new laptop.. awww.. new laptop.. i dont need a new laptop.. i just want you.. :( i already used to use mac os.. i dont like windows.. furthermore, viruses are well spreaded in the internet.. i hate virus.. the good thing about mac is, not easily get infected by viruses.. how how how? tell me. pray hard that my macbook will be alright.. its just the software problem.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pms is sooooo annoying now as well&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today is so not my day!!&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/5530758842552107810-2739435085440259296?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/2739435085440259296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=2739435085440259296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/2739435085440259296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/2739435085440259296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-luck-strikes-me.html' title='bad luck strikes me!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-4404337186916341750</id><published>2009-05-31T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:51:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic me.</title><content type='html'>i feel so pathetic to myself because i get overwhelmed easily because of slightest matter. everyone who is around me especially my closest one will definitely get affected. sighs. and as a result, no one talks to me now and i feel so lonely in front of my laptop and my book. here it is, my first day of my study week. in about a week, my final exam is here. argh.. what a life. yea.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L.I.F.E&lt;/span&gt; should be this way. i feel so sorrow now. can anyone just borrow your shoulder for me to lean on? i need one desperately.... :( i miss my dearies and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-4404337186916341750?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/4404337186916341750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=4404337186916341750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4404337186916341750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/4404337186916341750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/05/pathetic-me.html' title='pathetic me.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-1117650669247271517</id><published>2009-05-29T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:18:45.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopaholic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the exam is not even here yet.. and i started to go shopping till i dropped! which is very very bad influence to my sisters and girlfriends and bad habit as well.. but, i can considered as better than the other asian countries' girls already.. AHAHAHAHA.. trying to console myself.. like Japan, Korean and Taiwan.. u know what is the average for the girls to spend on their cosmetics and clothes? convert to RM is about RM3000 per month.. hahaha.. i spent only erm.. maybe half of it or more than it per month? which my dad already mumbled me like i'm a tortoise in front of him.. how bad is that... but still.. i love shopping and pamper myself by splurging my money on my favourite clothes and cosmetics.. currently, i'm in love with Shu Uemura, Dressup, Blueberry!!! God knows and my girlfriends know how much i have spent on them this month.. surprisingly when i counted how much i have spent, its more than RM2k already.. other than that, i have signed up a slimming treatment at bizzybody slimming expert.. =.= again.. spend money again.. how much i have spent all together, i have no guts to count. but i know its amounting to a lot.. about 10 pairs of clothes, in 1 week plus, 2 bags, i have no idea when to wear and use since my final exam is here very very soon.. my mom starts to complain that i have too many bags that i cannot stuff everything into my wardrobe.. anyway.. its her excuse for her to bring my bags to her wardrobe.. HAHAHA.. so that it will be more convenient for her to borrow my bags.. how smart is she.. i gotta rest for awhile and start to do my final revision already.. tomoro is my young sister's birthday!! and another good news i want to share with u guys is...... MY BEST FRIEND, ELLIE NG IS GETTING MARRIED AND I'M THE BRIDE'S MAID!!!! COOL! i will be the baby's mama as well.. MAMA mia! lol.. stop for now.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sh-oE6h3BcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7qbDlV7TQ7A/s1600-h/29052009052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sh-oE6h3BcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7qbDlV7TQ7A/s320/29052009052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341172485468915138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one of my favourite tops! :) which is in trend now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm happy and excited now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;good luck on my way... &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/5530758842552107810-1117650669247271517?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/1117650669247271517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=1117650669247271517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1117650669247271517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1117650669247271517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopaholic.html' title='shopaholic.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sh-oE6h3BcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7qbDlV7TQ7A/s72-c/29052009052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-7501975088474486752</id><published>2009-05-23T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:46:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oo shi&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ty STRE&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UP!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only God knows how stress i am now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want holiday so much!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;wanna shopping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;wanna yam cha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;wanna hang out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want everything best in front of me now!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;stress-nyerrrrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-7501975088474486752?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/7501975088474486752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=7501975088474486752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7501975088474486752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7501975088474486752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-2474475699173660327</id><published>2009-05-23T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:09:41.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam tension!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i wanna shout that this semester really drives me crazy!!!! i always flooded with exams, quizzes, assignments, lab tests, and anything related to test! u name it! the most hectic thing is, before final i have tonnes of pending assignment and tests.. what kinda system is that? i dont even have enough time to study for my finals :( i feel kinda nervous and at the same time, i'm really exhausted! i wanna go out for shopping and big meals!!! meanwhile, i'm on diet, which doesnt seem to work on me.. sighs.. what to do.. the decision to go college sometimes make me feel that i've made a wrong decision.. BUT! i dont want because of this small obstacles, i give up on my future.. right?? i need to be tough and strong and go through this semester! its gonna END soon!!! my mom said.. why u are like forever also exam exam exam one? i answered.. ask the curtin la.. =.= despite of that, i just became a tuition teacher which i think the salary of being a tuition teacher is kinda high.. extra pocket money to shop!! ok.. i gotta stop now.. shouldnt blog right now and get back to my notes. bless me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/ShfZKoo2igI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fmrF4rOLDFk/s1600-h/exam_comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/ShfZKoo2igI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fmrF4rOLDFk/s320/exam_comic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338974660001696258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yeah.. what i heard now is basically exams.. exam exam exam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;panic and nervous for exams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tension betul!!!&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/5530758842552107810-2474475699173660327?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/2474475699173660327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-7326089106036446006</id><published>2009-05-19T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:55:52.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loves.</title><content type='html'>what i want now is YOU only.. i dont want anything else..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; i just WANT YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AARON CHEONG WY LUN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-7326089106036446006?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/7326089106036446006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=7326089106036446006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7326089106036446006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/7326089106036446006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/05/loves.html' title='loves.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-879940994658065767</id><published>2009-04-25T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:02:35.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry to all for lack of updates. i dun mean to abandone my blog for so long because there is soooooo many unexpected incidents happened to me and also due to my never-ending quizes and tests. i hope u all will understand my situation now and i will be back for more updates. by the way, i have decided not to go Australia now but postponed to Feb 2010 next year. i will be staying there until summer. woohoo! meanwhile, i'm now planning for my 21st birthday bash. i know i'm tad bit early to plan now but i'm scared i dun have enough time to plan later as i have loads of things to do during my sem break and my first semester of year 3 degree.. yeaps! i'm graduating sooon in Perth.. cant wait! because i'm seriously tired of studying everything and i keep thinking that whats the point to study so much and hard as when we start to step into working life, we probably just use maybe 15-20% of our studies? its my own opinion anyway. no offence for those who really put a lot of effort and hard times on their studies for good grades and better jobs. however, post-graduate people, eventhough, how smart ass they are, they are hardly to get jobs already. not educated people doesnt mean that they cannot find good jobs with high salary rite? the most important is, u are willing to learn and not afraid of experiencing! i think this is quite true anyway. sighs. finals is coming in about a month time. a lot of assignments an quizes havent settled.. how am i going to have time to study for final.. =( pathetic!&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/5530758842552107810-879940994658065767?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/879940994658065767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=879940994658065767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/879940994658065767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/879940994658065767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad.html' title='mad'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-1001315585790711064</id><published>2009-04-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:06:40.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeTeQsFPvCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2tDcmdLdxyM/s1600-h/DSCN1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeTeQsFPvCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2tDcmdLdxyM/s320/DSCN1225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324625037751204898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm back... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5530758842552107810-1001315585790711064?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/1001315585790711064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=1001315585790711064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1001315585790711064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/1001315585790711064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back !'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeTeQsFPvCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2tDcmdLdxyM/s72-c/DSCN1225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-7166969294200674071</id><published>2009-04-12T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:58:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she is my babe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pavillion Night Outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIDj-FPR3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CKEJZkW2Iz8/s1600-h/DSCN1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIDj-FPR3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CKEJZkW2Iz8/s320/DSCN1174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323821626000623474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIDj-FPR3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CKEJZkW2Iz8/s1600-h/DSCN1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me and my babe, Mandy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeICvGB_orI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rja51HCNOFY/s1600-h/DSCN1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeICvGB_orI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rja51HCNOFY/s1600-h/DSCN1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeICvGB_orI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rja51HCNOFY/s320/DSCN1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323820717601432242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;smoochies in front of Coach store if i'm not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIB2E705mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JrsJmrQtYuk/s1600-h/DSCN1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIB2E705mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JrsJmrQtYuk/s1600-h/DSCN1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIB2E705mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JrsJmrQtYuk/s320/DSCN1179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323819738054583906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;its me, was busy enjoying my berry + currant ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIAmhYiNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qhVcHYdDyfI/s1600-h/DSCN1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIAmhYiNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qhVcHYdDyfI/s1600-h/DSCN1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIAmhYiNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qhVcHYdDyfI/s320/DSCN1175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323818371301652002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mandy babe is enjoying her mango ice cream too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeH_2dDzNxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DT01rN22WU8/s1600-h/DSCN1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeH_2dDzNxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DT01rN22WU8/s320/DSCN1177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323817545507223314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeH_2dDzNxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DT01rN22WU8/s1600-h/DSCN1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;she is really a good friend to hang out with. aww.. i miss her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeH_LGRtjhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xGDdaGqxG0Q/s1600-h/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeH_LGRtjhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xGDdaGqxG0Q/s320/DSCN1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323816800657182226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeH_LGRtjhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xGDdaGqxG0Q/s1600-h/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this is our ice-cream, from Gelato Fruity at Pavillion.. Nice ice cream they can serve u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the most important is.. they are not that fattening compared to those chocs or maybe more mild ice-cream i would say.. its just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;RM6.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; per scoop! affordable price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was Friday night when we went out together.. which the next morning she has to leave for Thailand for 5 freaking days.. which almost drown me to craze when its only passed for 2 days.. boring dayssss without her.. wanted to find her to complain and wish that she can comfort me but she is not around.. why is Thailand so far away? she went there for holiday with her family.. and i have to stay at home for few days before i can have my local holiday to Penang with my boy.. =) time flies really fast.. in a glimpse! today is sunday already.. i will leave at around 3am later just to get to Bukit Bendera on time to see sun rising.. hahaha.. i feel that this is quite fun yet romantic.. no matter how i wanna see sun risng.. in the mean time, i miss my girl too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;on Friday night.. we supposed to go club together which i have been noising about this for few days already.. i'm not a clubbing freak.. bear in mind for that.. =) but due to some unforeseen incidents happened, we decided not to go but we went Pavillion instead.. wanted to watch movie but all the tickets sold out.. we went for other plan, which is to buy ice-cream and walk around.. the sky was bullying us that day, started drizzling when we just walked for not more than half an hour.. sigh big big! but, we were able to camwhore for awhile.. both of us didnt take picture together for soooo damn long.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;right babe?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the pictures above are our results.. not bad larh.. if not coz of the rain, we should have take even more pictures..=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;after that we went Old Town for a drink.. her cousin joined us for the drink.. chit chatted for few hours and we didnt realize its already about 2.30am.. i have never been such in fun talking with my friends already.. MUST HAVE NEXT TIME OK??? i love these kinda feelings.. hence, i can de-stress.. which most of my friends know that i have been stressing a lot these days due to no-ending tests and assignments.. pity me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;apart from that, i'm trying so hard to convince my mom to let me to further my studies in Perth.. i have such a hard time convincing her.. my mom just dont understand why i want to leave so much.. my dad even helped me to convince her but ended up, both of them quarreled.. i feel so quilty.. =( hope everything will be fine before my sem break ends.. i really wish to study in Perth.. no more friends in college already.. pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;upcoming posts will be my short Penang trip. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-is-my-babe.html' title='she is my babe!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/SeIDj-FPR3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/CKEJZkW2Iz8/s72-c/DSCN1174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-5909992394273106545</id><published>2009-04-09T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:07:42.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will you ever understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sd4cw7nVDeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wyd4RyTWZvE/s1600-h/83679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sd4cw7nVDeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wyd4RyTWZvE/s320/83679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322723436560453090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-size: x-small;"&gt;sorry guys for emo posts.. i seriously need someone to comfort me.. i'm having a really pathetic situation now. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;someone can ever understand me including him? i wonder that seriously.. will everything be fine soon? i'm tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;i need someone for me to lay on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-5909992394273106545?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/5909992394273106545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=5909992394273106545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/5909992394273106545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/5909992394273106545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-you-ever-understand.html' title='will you ever understand?'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sd4cw7nVDeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wyd4RyTWZvE/s72-c/83679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6279141743168654255</id><published>2009-04-09T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:33:58.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i just wanna be alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i just wanna take a little breather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cause lately all we do is fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and every time it cuts me deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cause somethings changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you've been acting so stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and its taking its toll on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;its safe to say that i'm ready to let you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you, i live it up a little more everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you, i'm seeing myself so differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i didnt wanna believe it then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but it all worked out in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when i watched you walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;well i never thought id say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;called you up cause its been long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and you said that you were so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we have done a lot of growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we were never meant to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cause something changed, you were acting so strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and its taken its toll on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;its safe to say that im ready to let you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you, i live it up a little more everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you, im seeing myself so differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i didnt wanna believe it then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but it all worked out in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when i watched you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;well i never thought id say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'm fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cause something changed, you were acting so strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and its taken its toll on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;its safe to say that im ready to let you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you, it live it up a little more everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you, im seeing myself so differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i didnt wanna believe it then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but it all worked out in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when i watched you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;well i never thought id say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i just wanna be alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i just wanna take a little breather..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-6279141743168654255?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6279141743168654255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6279141743168654255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6279141743168654255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6279141743168654255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/04/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-6967708480326682465</id><published>2009-04-08T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:03:48.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little not too over you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;hese days.. not days.. it has been weeks i guess.. books already became my full time lover.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Financial Analysis with Excel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Accounting External Reporting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Finance Quantitative Techniques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;.. yeah.. i have 3 boyfriends.. envy of me? NO pls.. they are getting so frustrated and arguing each other so much everyday because i can only cope with one of them at one time.. therefore, they got jealous with each other and fight a lot these days.. *sighs* what i actually means is.. i'm struggling to manage these 3 subjects, remember all their terms, formulas and bla.. hectic life i'm having these days.. i cant wait to have semester break now.. =( but.. my semester break doesnt seem a 'break' for me.. my 2 boyfriends will visit me everyday i guess.. 1 of them is my new boyfriend for next week.. who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Accounting Information System &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;and the other one is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Accounting External Reporting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; .. My new boyfriend more easy to handle than the old one.. the old one damn annoying.. he will keep bugging me with new terms and his stupid rules on his shares and stuff like that.. u will regret once u know him.. because of these boyfriends i currently have, i have to neglect my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;babyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; for temporary.. i cant even celebrate his birthday today because of them.. they are sooooo possessive.. want me so much to accompany them.. kept being ridiculous and begged me for not leaving them.. but my heart and mind will thinking of them.. what should i do? after dinner with him, i went home as quickly as i can to accompany them lor.. silly boyfriends i have.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;enough with that already i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;.. i think i'm going crazy soon.. feel like throwing things.. eat and shop.. at the same time, i'm so damn broke and cant wait to go Penang with my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; babyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;.. i wanna eat char kuey tiow, assam laksa,  shop at gurney for japanese fashion boutique, walking on the beach with him and stuff.. wooot! he will be on leave for 3 days.. =) so.. i guess i will compensate him for not spending time with him for his birthday by cooking few dishes for his dinner.. until now, i havent figure out what should i cook for him.. as everyone knows, i am a very very lousy cooker.. how lousy i am? i dun even know how to cook rice.. but he demanded for dishes.. a little too over already.. my mom told me to pack from restaurant and claim that all the dishes are cooked by me.. i was speechless when i heard that which its so impossible for me to do that in Penang as he will be by my side all the time.. lousy idea.. i think i will look for recipe book after my exams on this friday.. aww.. what a 'good' girlfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt; just for the sake of his birthday only larh! t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;his is because u will never see me cooking on normal days.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;so, baby, u know how important you are already? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;listening to In My Bed by Rain...&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/5530758842552107810-6967708480326682465?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/6967708480326682465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=6967708480326682465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6967708480326682465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/6967708480326682465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-not-too-over-you.html' title='a little not too over you.'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530758842552107810.post-172220473749824076</id><published>2009-04-08T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:25:13.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sdx5_fdDxBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GnIrXHsf8FA/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sdx5_fdDxBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GnIrXHsf8FA/s320/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322262991327183890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me and him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;heyheyheyss! i'm back with a brand new person.. apologize for all the previous posts that have been deleted because i wanna start with better posts.. why i start to blog again? due to temptation by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, she kept finding stuff to beautify her blog just now when she was sitting beside me while i was studying.. both of us were kinda excited when we found the background to beautify her blog.. and now, its my turn to beautify my blog.. hahaha.. no doubt if my blog is lack of posts because i'm so busy with my upcoming exams and assignments.. but! i will try my very very best to update more often with more pictures.. sometimes, this blogger.com, disallows me to upload photos.. i always encounter problems uploading some photos.. thats why my previous posts always lack of photos.. even me myself felt that my blog is so darn dull and boring.. lolx.. by the way.. today is my boyfriend's birthday! so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY 22th BIRTHDAY BOY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so, next year, i will be celebrating my blog's anniversary together with his birthday! awesome-mosome! *haha* there's another reason i continue to blog is because, i might going to Australia to study in July.. therefore, i need a blog to update my life in Australia.. =) cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;listening to Him &amp;amp; Me by Rain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530758842552107810-172220473749824076?l=shirleneliew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/feeds/172220473749824076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5530758842552107810&amp;postID=172220473749824076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/172220473749824076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530758842552107810/posts/default/172220473749824076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shirleneliew.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-month.html' title='Big Month!'/><author><name>Shirlene Liew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13438704428689914344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGqcVU87IY/Sdx5_fdDxBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GnIrXHsf8FA/s72-c/DSC00944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
