<?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-6250161775163090603</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:09:38.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live, laugh, eat!</title><subtitle type='html'>contents of my brain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-3405914342190293905</id><published>2009-09-18T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:55:13.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWBIE</title><content type='html'>MY NEW TUMBLR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leftovertitbits.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.leftovertitbits.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-3405914342190293905?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3405914342190293905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=3405914342190293905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3405914342190293905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3405914342190293905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/09/newbie.html' title='NEWBIE'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-159165592868079972</id><published>2009-08-25T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:04:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest thing to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQhIGy-RiuE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQhIGy-RiuE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got to breathe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't take that form me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can finally say we're through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heartbreak is something that no one wants to go through. It can leave you a deep scar that can take years to heal. It can make you heart bleed like no one's business. People moved on, but the scar is always there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3sara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-159165592868079972?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/159165592868079972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=159165592868079972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/159165592868079972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/159165592868079972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/08/hardest-thing-to-see.html' title='The hardest thing to see'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6684105916937925674</id><published>2009-08-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:59:43.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can never have too many hot guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQ2toqeSMZQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQ2toqeSMZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No Can Do by Sugababes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEHEHEHEHE *drools* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many HOT guys in one music video, and the best part, they're half naked! Ahhhhh, rock hard abs *drools* I wish I was on the music video. GRR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6684105916937925674?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6684105916937925674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6684105916937925674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6684105916937925674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6684105916937925674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-can-never-have-too-many-hot-guys.html' title='You can never have too many hot guys.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2413470553058401513</id><published>2009-08-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:32:27.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I am sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SokFmmN-lZI/AAAAAAAAARk/N-ubCOzYwts/s1600-h/799357336_bd36ac6ca5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370830191268369810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SokFmmN-lZI/AAAAAAAAARk/N-ubCOzYwts/s320/799357336_bd36ac6ca5_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been staying at home for more than a week now. I'm going to school tomorrow. I've missed alot of things. I'm officially addicted to Sims 3 man, like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya sudah menyesal&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, you heard me. I feel that I've been doing alot of well, bad things and very the evil things. I just want to say that I'm &lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sorry if I've let you down. I'm sorry that I didn't give what you want. I'm sorry that I've lied to you. Yes, I am ashamed. I really am. I'm sorry that I've made you sad and dissapoint you. I'm sorry. I want you to know that I have alot to learn. I'm still a teenager. I'm not perfect. I know that you don't deserve for what I've done. You gave so much to me and I was blind to not notice it. I will TRY my best to be the best. I'm going to make you proud. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my hometown on Saturday evening, there was this &lt;em&gt;kenduri arwah&lt;/em&gt; going on. We ( me and family ) stayed there only for one night. We went back to KL the very next day. Then, we went to Subang Parade. Nabil wants sushi so badly, so we ate sushi for dinner. After that, mom went to Parkson and bought a new bag. and the good news is, she let me have her Coach wrislet! JYEAHHH! Hehe, I am so happy :p My sister, Shia, were jealous. She kept telling me that she'll have mom's Bally's vintage bag. I mean like, DO I CARE?! No! HAHA Take that vintage bag, I don't want it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I saw this dude at Subang Parade and I swear he has the pretties hazel eyes and the pretties loose brown hair I've ever seen. The best part is, he LOOKED AT ME! WOOH! And ofcourse, I turnes red. Hehehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2413470553058401513?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2413470553058401513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2413470553058401513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2413470553058401513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2413470553058401513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-i-am-sorry.html' title='Oh, I am sorry.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SokFmmN-lZI/AAAAAAAAARk/N-ubCOzYwts/s72-c/799357336_bd36ac6ca5_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-3301745187209562741</id><published>2009-08-11T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:02:34.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>endless love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SoEc_v4C-4I/AAAAAAAAARU/HHRx-x1AxEs/s1600-h/lion-king-415x639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368604112311221122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SoEc_v4C-4I/AAAAAAAAARU/HHRx-x1AxEs/s400/lion-king-415x639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Ace Bourke, Christian the Lion and John Rendall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video, I swear, it'll touch your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0G_ZuBGD-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0G_ZuBGD-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;I cried watching this video ;(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The orphaned baby lion cub is reunited with his keepers in Africa a heart warming true story. He travelled by Bentley, ate in fine London restaurants and spent his days lounging in a furniture shop. The story of Christian the pet lion - and his eventual release into the wild - is as moving as it is incredible. The furniture shop was on the King's Road in London. It sold tables, wardrobes, chairs and desks - but anybody peering through its plate-glass window on a Sunday might have noticed something rather more unusual. Amid all the pine and oak, stretched out languidly on a bench, there was a lion. And it wasn't stuffed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Christian used to lie beside me while I did the accounts at weekends," remembers Jennifer Mary Taylor, who worked there."And every so often, if I'd ignored him for too long, he'd sock me across the head with one of his great big paws."He was very loving and affectionate - he liked to stand and put his paws on your shoulders. But he was...", she pauses. "I mean, he was a lion. Does that sound silly?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christian the lion (named by someone with a Biblical sense of humour) arrived in Chelsea at a time when the King's Road - home to Mick Jagger - was the very heart of the Swinging Sixties.For a year, the Big Cat was part of it all, cruising the streets in the back of a Bentley, popping in for lunch at Casserole, a local restaurant, even posing for a Biba fashion advert. He eventually grew too big to be kept as a pet and was taken to Kenya, where he was rehabilitated into the wild by the 'Lion Man', George Adamson. Now, his story is to be told in a new book, written by the Australian John Rendall who, along with his friend Ace Berg, bought Christian from Harrods in 1969. So what possessed them to buy a lion cub in the first place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"A friend had been to the 'exotic animals' department at Harrods and announced, rather grandly, that she wanted a camel," says Rendall. "To which the manager very coolly replied: 'One hump or two, madam?'" Ace and I thought this was the most sophisticated repartee we'd ever heard, so we went along to check it out - and there, in a small cage, was a gorgeous little lion cub. We were shocked. We looked at each other and said something's got to be done about that."Harrods, it turned out, was also quite keen to be rid of Christian, who had escaped one night, sneaked into the neighbouring carpet department - then in the throes of a sale of goatskin rugs - and wreaked havoc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The store, which had acquired the cub from Ilfracombe zoo, happily agreed to part with him for 250 guineas. So began Christian's year as an urban lion.Today, it would be unthinkable for a shop to take such a cavalier attitude towards selling exotic animals (though Harrods did, at least, provide Ace and Rendall with diet sheets). And it is hard to imagine either the animal rights lobby or any local council condoning a shop as a suitable habitat for a lion. But, back then, no one minded at all. Christian was given his own living quarters (and a very large kitty-litter tray, which he used unfailingly) in the basement of the appropriately named Sophistocat furniture shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"He had a beautiful musky smell that was very distinct," says Rendall. "But he was clean."The vicar of the Moravian Chapel nearby was approached to allow Christian the run of the graveyard, and every day he was taken there to roar around and play football. Once, when he was brought along to a seaside picnic, he dipped his toes reluctantly in the water and intimated with a shudder that it was disagreeably cold. But he was eventually persuaded to swim in the English Channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368606126281591794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SoEe0-gAC_I/AAAAAAAAARc/wRWaLj5y2qc/s400/christian_lion_0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Endless love between two men and a lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sara&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/6250161775163090603-3301745187209562741?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3301745187209562741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=3301745187209562741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3301745187209562741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3301745187209562741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/08/endless-love.html' title='endless love'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SoEc_v4C-4I/AAAAAAAAARU/HHRx-x1AxEs/s72-c/lion-king-415x639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6188644907484542259</id><published>2009-08-06T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:28:48.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hold me darling, I'm cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Snu_imdG_CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lfujKXsGax0/s1600-h/jalan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367093982101175330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Snu_imdG_CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lfujKXsGax0/s400/jalan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used to dream of walking alone early in the morning just to smell the scent of woods and feel the faint morning sunlight on my cheeks. The scenery was breathtaking, green plants were everywhere. Butterflies flutter with its mate. Suddenly, I felt a warm breath on my right shoulders as he said "Good morning, beautiful".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such wild imagination. It runs in my family. My sister can write great novels, since her English is good. She can write like those old English classic stories. She's talented. I'm not as talented as her. I'm more to logical thinking. I can be a science geek if I want too. Example ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate flu. I hate it when my nose produce excessive mucous. I can't smell food, flowers and perfumes because the lining of my sensory organ is just too thick. The mucous coagulate overnight and the mucous becomes thick and green is colour EWWW! Sometimes the mucous slides down on the tip of my nose which is disgusting. I mean, we gulp mucous everyday (surprised ?) but sliding down to the tip of your mouth? YUCKH! But the good thing about flu is, I can use as an excuse to skip school :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my English is very bad. Whatever. I'm no literature geek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went kickboxing with mommay yesterday. I've been checking out the trainer a few times. I mean, he's hot. He has nice arms, nice V shape upper body like those muscle dudes. He has nice features on his face. The only thing is, he's old. Old as in late 20's and early 30's. Its normal to check out on muscles guys, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6188644907484542259?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6188644907484542259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6188644907484542259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6188644907484542259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6188644907484542259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-hold-me-darling-im-cold.html' title='Oh, hold me darling, I&apos;m cold.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Snu_imdG_CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/lfujKXsGax0/s72-c/jalan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4792567737270243872</id><published>2009-07-31T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:24:29.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found two rare candies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwoAGE2YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wP_PiBR43iA/s1600-h/candies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364685044906776962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwoAGE2YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wP_PiBR43iA/s320/candies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People are like candies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They may look mouthwatering,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they taste like rotten milk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find candies that looks mouthwatering and taste heavenly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can take up too a million kazillion years,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because they are rare,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So does a true friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought how would you react if your "friends" talks about you behind your back or gang up to not be nice with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think honesty is the best policy. I'd rather be friends with people who is honest with you than having someone who gives you compliment but tell people shits on how ugly you look behind your back. God knows how BAD can she/he tell other people about you. I mean, whats up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying y'all. Jangan terasa pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lookies ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364683346301124146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMvFIS7fjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/BuUaKxQj8-c/s320/chocolate_6648.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364683344054105346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMvE_7MtQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MUPasNRnpsE/s320/baby-chocolate-image-1_59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's chocolate babies! How can you EAT BABIES?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amazing mang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364684433650028546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwEa_HEAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tNrGFTqXDYc/s320/mario_cupcakes_sweet_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364683338620822098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMvErrzYlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GiCx_VFfJTQ/s320/2419607697_0c8f7584ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364684435938693330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwEjgxUNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lp7Zb2RYZ1Y/s320/thanksgiving-dinner-cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How cute is the cupcakes! The third cupcake is like a masterpiece to me. If i were to get this cupcake, I won't eat it. I'll put in a glass box instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364684426745373042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwEBQ6YXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mm4VtXjhmN8/s320/cute_cookies_26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364684421090928786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwDsMyaJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yw1_UndQC0k/s320/bidobb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364684426264341858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwD_eObWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/28LfGkH1hQ4/s320/cute_cookies_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YUMMY COOKIES! I wanna bite the nurses' head off now! Haha. naww, I wanna eat all of em!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364683352589728098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMvFfuP-WI/AAAAAAAAAP0/NcYurDBkhtw/s320/barbie-and-ken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Barbie and Ken is so sexy ;) James Bond-like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364683332362273074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMvEUXpgTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eONdp-uVQJI/s320/4WS0804X07111551244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;^ You can eat this you know. Why eat a masterpiece?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364685051631458690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwoZJXWYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OF47QIzGuLM/s320/picture-71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you know, I used to be afraid of cookie monster. He ate the cute cookie like a monster! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sara&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/6250161775163090603-4792567737270243872?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4792567737270243872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4792567737270243872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4792567737270243872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4792567737270243872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-two-rare-candies.html' title='I found two rare candies.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnMwoAGE2YI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wP_PiBR43iA/s72-c/candies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4880966247007616231</id><published>2009-07-29T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:01:09.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance like there's no tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXw0P8zDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hvRaU66VC6U/s1600-h/l_e1d31da5618c474a8ccf07a8b539db08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813283624963122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXw0P8zDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hvRaU66VC6U/s320/l_e1d31da5618c474a8ccf07a8b539db08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baby girls &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwlnsRPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BYyP3I2BJBo/s1600-h/l_c1001722af75478ebc6365746a6cab67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813279698011378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwlnsRPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/BYyP3I2BJBo/s320/l_c1001722af75478ebc6365746a6cab67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm next to James Bond :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwZjCPpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/y4PvPZ94SYg/s1600-h/l_983073b0ac4a41ecb5d1750e621a6ba0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813276457254546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwZjCPpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/y4PvPZ94SYg/s320/l_983073b0ac4a41ecb5d1750e621a6ba0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby loves &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwdZu41I/AAAAAAAAAOs/jLo8S7xnK4E/s1600-h/iu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813277491979090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwdZu41I/AAAAAAAAAOs/jLo8S7xnK4E/s320/iu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOON :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwC6DaKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EhmyxYPcu8E/s1600-h/l_6882c81973e9457f978d9fec67737e9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813270379784354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXwC6DaKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EhmyxYPcu8E/s320/l_6882c81973e9457f978d9fec67737e9e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA FIRZA ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures are courtesy of Moon and Yash :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IU day was AWESOME! It was FUN FUN FUN! The food was good, there's even ice cream! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was one of those "moving galleries", if you are wondering why I wore tshirt that has "JAMAICA ROCKS" written all over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363814995326308354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAZUc1WkAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5zfGn85u2lY/s320/anis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;JYEAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture courtesy of Anis :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH, the dancing part was the BOMB! I danced like crazy! We all did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday was my brother's birthday, it was okay. I had to handle naughty annoying boys. One of them even flirts with me. HOW WRONG IS THAT?! EEEeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had fun and I made pinata for him. It turns out small kids loves pinata, so thanks to me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Xian Ch'ng outside of my house. He wants to join in the party. I said no, HAHA! &lt;em&gt;Tak tahu malu&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come to school yesterday. I had a major headache and low blood pressure. I woke up at 12 pm and slept at 9 pm. Cool huh? :p I ate 2 iron pills that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today, as usual by walking although it was raining. My maid was lazy to send me to school =.=" I brought my purple sweater, just in case if there's going to be more rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, i guess. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sara&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/6250161775163090603-4880966247007616231?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4880966247007616231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4880966247007616231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4880966247007616231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4880966247007616231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/07/dance-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Dance like there&apos;s no tomorrow!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SnAXw0P8zDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hvRaU66VC6U/s72-c/l_e1d31da5618c474a8ccf07a8b539db08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1908840179158679886</id><published>2009-07-25T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:49:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BoomShakeandDrop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HI YA! I haven't update my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a while, been busy :s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;okay, let me update you people by using point forms because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' lazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have not get enough of sleep because I stayed all night painting my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;konco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;konco's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" t-shirt for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have not been exercising much :S but starting today, I'm going to exercise everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel like baking muffins right now :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day was THE BOMB! Danced like a maniac. It was FUN + AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I need to finish up all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I LOVE Part of the List by Ne-Yo. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm getting tanned @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Akid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is back home! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yeay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I want new earrings. I LOVE earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nadim's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday, and I made Pinata for him. I Love you Bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I like eyeliner 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm trying to control the temptation to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of food. It's HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;USJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 13's carnival! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; Ni, I Love You, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cinta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Padamu&lt;/span&gt; sang by this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;shweet&lt;/span&gt; dude was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SHWEET&lt;/span&gt;! He dedicate the song to his girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; gave flowers to her too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;AWWWW&lt;/span&gt;, ENVY MUCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;And again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;USJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day was like THE BOMB! Well done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ameen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;They're a part of the list.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I miss.&lt;br /&gt;Things like your funny little laugh,&lt;br /&gt;the way you smile or the way we kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;-Part of the List by Ne-Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sara&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/6250161775163090603-1908840179158679886?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1908840179158679886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1908840179158679886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1908840179158679886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1908840179158679886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/07/boomshakeanddrop.html' title='BoomShakeandDrop.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1881002132302842111</id><published>2009-07-10T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:48:49.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all homosapiens on earth! *doing peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I'm addicted to the song called Eternal Flame! Like OMG! It's so AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sxf6Xd75yUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sxf6Xd75yUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original version by The Bangles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VIeVeZ3IcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VIeVeZ3IcI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newer version by Attomic Kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like em' both :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqa called me and we talked for an hour! HAHA! She ate bread pudding and she didn't share em' with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm hungry D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I missed old moments :'( *fiqa you know what i mean*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to fiqa about "Si Buruk" :p , my phone died =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1881002132302842111?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1881002132302842111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1881002132302842111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1881002132302842111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1881002132302842111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-feel-my-heart-beating-do-you.html' title='Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7488884984255843980</id><published>2009-07-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:59:08.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>options to be choose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is this burning an eternal flame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eternal Flame - The Bangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made chocolate chip cookies with my sister a week ago and it tasted GOOD! I never knew that I was THAT good :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I have a goal to achieve. No more fooling around, no more laziness, no more eating like a pig, no more slacking and no more sleeping for two hours in the evening. I've learnt my lesson. I don't want to get bad results anymore. I want to be the best that I can be. I want to make people awed. I want to make my parents proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a typical teenager, with goals and dreams. I'm learning everyday. Learning new things and it's not just things that you learn at school. I may be and look like a nerd, but whatever, I don't care. I want to do something with my life. I don't want to be an underachiever, I want to be and overachiever. I want to be smart, so no one can fool me. I want to be pretty, so that I don't feel insecure with myself around people. I want to know how to cook, how to do house chores and how to do laundry and all so that I can survive all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that one day, I'll be having a good career with an Audi for a car :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356723530534364290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Slbnq316JII/AAAAAAAAAOM/UlZ93MchVYk/s400/audi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I'll be living in a big house, with a closet full of shoes and pretty clothes! Of course, I bought those stuff using MY money ;) I ain't a gold digger bro, I'm not that kind of girl. To top it off, I'll be spending my life with my very dear husband and I'll love him with all my heart and I'll be by his side all the time, through thick and thin. I know that I'll be a good wife :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know this post sounds so corny and too "much" but this is what I thought about when I day dream. I've been given a chance to achieve my goals, so I have to make good use of this chance. My parents gave me everything, good food ( I can be really picky when it comes to food ), nice house, pretty clothes and their never ending LOVE. Although I don't have a very open relationship with my mother,( boys ) I still do love her. I care for my parents. I appreciate on what they gave me, even though I don't show it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I believe that, what you see is what you'll get and I believe that what goes around comes around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zzzz why am I telling you people this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aaron is lovesick! HAHA relax Aaron, you're still young. School is okay, no dramas this week. OH wait, there is one! Marcus is a perv&lt;em&gt;. Intai &lt;/em&gt;kain orang =.=" I made creamy linguine with caviar for lunch today. HEHE, it was yummy :9 I can't wait for both Leo and Interact IU day! YEAY! I've been doing work in class, I know I was even surprised myself! Honeymoon is over for me. It's time to be one of the best in school again. Hooray! =.=" Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You don't have to look nerdie to be smart ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7488884984255843980?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7488884984255843980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7488884984255843980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7488884984255843980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7488884984255843980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/07/options-to-be-choose.html' title='options to be choose'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Slbnq316JII/AAAAAAAAAOM/UlZ93MchVYk/s72-c/audi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-340120680214761657</id><published>2009-06-28T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:13:16.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls! Girls! Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeVjP14EBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Hfw-nnNeFZE/s1600-h/natalie-portman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352411114933587986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeVjP14EBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Hfw-nnNeFZE/s320/natalie-portman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeViiLP1dI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ghKZgeT-Gj8/s1600-h/megan_fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352411102675195346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeViiLP1dI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ghKZgeT-Gj8/s320/megan_fox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeVimml2UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/44Os7dRHjCA/s1600-h/jessica_alba_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352411103863626050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeVimml2UI/AAAAAAAAAN0/44Os7dRHjCA/s320/jessica_alba_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeViWeexjI/AAAAAAAAANs/fuCh9pdVsGw/s1600-h/angelinajolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352411099534640690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeViWeexjI/AAAAAAAAANs/fuCh9pdVsGw/s320/angelinajolie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;pretty girls :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're so pretty! Don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A proper update will be done soon. I'm feeling so darn lazy right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6250161775163090603-340120680214761657?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/340120680214761657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=340120680214761657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/340120680214761657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/340120680214761657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls! Girls! Girls!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SkeVjP14EBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Hfw-nnNeFZE/s72-c/natalie-portman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5132796292765954537</id><published>2009-06-21T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:39:03.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore</title><content type='html'>So I'll let you go,&lt;br /&gt;I'll set you free,&lt;br /&gt;And when you see what you need to see,&lt;br /&gt;When you find you,&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;- Come Back To Me by David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having headaches everyday and i don't know why. I've been thinking about a lot of things before I sleep, which makes my headache worst. I think I'm depressed. It's just that I don't show it. I think it's not fair to show your depression to others because they don't deserve it. I may look all happy and preppy at school and at home, but inside I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about all my flaws, and why people are so evil to point it out purposely. I don't even point out their flaws because i know, they'll feel sad and things like this are sensitive. Maybe because of that, I don't have enough confidence to talk to other people that I barely know. Maybe that's why people often label me as "sombong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fooling around and not focusing in my studies. Maybe it's because whenever I want to study, I feel this strain in the back of my head. Maybe I don't know how to handle stress? Maybe I haven't done enough responsibility towards God? Maybe I've been keeping this inside for too long? Maybe I need a help, but I don't know where to get one? Maybe I just need to face this over and over again until I'm immune to it. Maybe I feel lonely sometimes? Maybe I feel that i can't satisfy my parents and my self in the same time? Maybe I feel locked up from being the real me because my parents wouldn't like me? Questions like this always pops on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I problematic? I know I'm not! Am I confused? I think I'm confused. Am I fat? From all those negative judging from "certain" people, I think I am. I feel that i have humongous thighs, but actually I don't. I'm really confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5132796292765954537?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5132796292765954537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5132796292765954537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5132796292765954537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5132796292765954537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/hardcore.html' title='Hardcore'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7235434337617540150</id><published>2009-06-20T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:04:30.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zero gravity</title><content type='html'>Nothing brings me down,&lt;br /&gt;When you're around,&lt;br /&gt;It's like zero gravity,&lt;br /&gt;The world just disappears when you're here,&lt;br /&gt;It's zero gravity,&lt;br /&gt;When things get messed up,&lt;br /&gt;You lift my head up,&lt;br /&gt;I get lost in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense of time with you and I,&lt;br /&gt;It's zero gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG! AHHHHHHHH! IT'S SO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sing this song to my love interest :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0NVXvryW0k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0NVXvryW0k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like pretty girls. They're pretty. I'm not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7235434337617540150?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7235434337617540150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7235434337617540150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7235434337617540150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7235434337617540150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/zero-gravity.html' title='zero gravity'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5431392453083451147</id><published>2009-06-15T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:47:22.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paparazzi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you ain't that good, but you still criticize people like you're &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm better than you but I don't simply criticize people and say hurtful comments like you did. Open up your mind brah, you're making a fool of yourself. Remember, what goes around, comes around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5431392453083451147?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5431392453083451147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5431392453083451147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5431392453083451147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5431392453083451147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/paparazzi.html' title='Paparazzi.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-8150088040593076810</id><published>2009-06-13T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:06:48.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need is Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;HELLO HUMANOIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, I was youtubing on The Beatles for fun today, and I just knew that they're FREAKING TALENTED! OH, plus Paul McCartney was so adorable! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347041854013219474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjSCPIOaopI/AAAAAAAAANE/_57sfsOuqTw/s320/paul+mccartney.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347041864082895554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjSCPtvNssI/AAAAAAAAANc/u8BGcmVuVIc/s320/beatles-itunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347041852706269474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjSCPDW0KSI/AAAAAAAAANM/d8npEUML3-4/s320/beatles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347041859671991218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjSCPdTko7I/AAAAAAAAANU/T9Y3ZlFQlA0/s320/142040__beatles_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;They're legends. Too bad they broke up after John Lennon married Yoko Ono :( My favourite songs from The Beatles are Yesterday, Hey Jude and All You Need is Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONXp-vpE9eU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONXp-vpE9eU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BD3ovfZXO5Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BD3ovfZXO5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzJ2NKp23WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzJ2NKp23WU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mom is coming back from her shopping spree with her friends today! Can't wait to get my hands on new jeans and new bags that she bought for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-8150088040593076810?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8150088040593076810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=8150088040593076810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8150088040593076810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8150088040593076810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need is Love.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjSCPIOaopI/AAAAAAAAANE/_57sfsOuqTw/s72-c/paul+mccartney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-8938348242294171759</id><published>2009-06-12T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:12:16.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be mine Mike Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On Friday, Milya, Fiqa, Akid, Hafriz and I went to Sunway Pyramid. It was FUN-NEH! (fun + funny). Milya and I went there around 11 a.m. We met Ellisa at Charles and Keith and hanged out with her for a while. I bought a red qiulted sling bag with chain strap. It's pretty 8) I got it for RM 79 at Dorothy Perkins. My wish had come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Milya and I had lunch at Hot and Roll, since we are on a tight budget. I ate chic and cheese from Starbucks while Milya ate chicken and cheese wrap from Hot and Roll. Chicken and cheese wrap looked so good, so I bought one, which I &lt;strong&gt;shared&lt;/strong&gt; with Ellisa and Milya :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We met Fiqa and Hafriz infront of Forever 21. Hafriz was looking, short &gt;:) I tried some dresses, then we went off to Wendy's. We met Akid there. He was, well, skinnier and looking hotter! &lt;em&gt;Cheh, Akid kembang eh&lt;/em&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We watched 17 Again. It was AWESOME! Zac Efron was so HOT in this movie. HOMYGOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=17again.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/17again.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=17-Again-17-again-.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/17-Again-17-again-.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=2009_17_again_002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/2009_17_again_002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=17AGAIN-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/17AGAIN-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=untitled13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/untitled13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=untitled25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/untitled25.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=17_again44.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/17_again44.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=17_again21.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/17_again21.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We went back at 7.30 p.m. Hafriz's dad sent us back. Thank you Hafriz's dad :D That's all, I was really tired from all the walking! Imagine walking around the mall for 5 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tata :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-8938348242294171759?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8938348242294171759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=8938348242294171759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8938348242294171759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8938348242294171759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-mine-mike-gold.html' title='Be mine Mike Gold'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-3214022584803789951</id><published>2009-06-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:42:32.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUBBLES OVERFLOWING ALERT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As you all know, I went to Terengganu last week. The 5 day 4 night trip was fun! I stayed at Ulek Beach Resort from Sunday to Tuesday. The chalet was small, comfy and nicely decorated with Malay traditional influence. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OH! The best part of this chalet is they have THE JACUZZI! *DUM DUM DUM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346420595450076994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJNNHuiX0I/AAAAAAAAAME/uGb8wxiZHUg/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;overflowing bubbles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bubbles overflow? I know! I accedentally put too much of bath foam. On the other hand, the excess bubbles makes you feel like in the clouds. I put some bubbles on my chin, my hair and on the side of my face. I was a Santa and an old man for a minute there. My bath lasted almost 45 minutes. On Tuesday afternoon, we shift to a semi-detached house. We stayed there until Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;During my stay in Terengganu, we ( the family and I ) went to Rantau Abang to check out the turtles! We didn't encounter any real turtles though. Around 1 in the afternoon, we went off to Tanjung Bidara's beach. Let me tell you something, Tanjung Bidara's beach was AWESOME! I mean, how can you pass up to white sands and clear blue sea water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVg_-sWlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ADoHpBlhabE/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346429733060762194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVg_-sWlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ADoHpBlhabE/s320/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVgsV2iHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/A0vb4ZaiWXM/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346429727789189234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVgsV2iHI/AAAAAAAAAM0/A0vb4ZaiWXM/s320/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVghUCAUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kGY1m504zTQ/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346429724828762434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVghUCAUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kGY1m504zTQ/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVgfnH0dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bDOyFEKBmpo/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346429724371964370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJVgfnH0dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bDOyFEKBmpo/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJNN-mmplI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nrRubyg-rKA/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346420610180752978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJNN-mmplI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nrRubyg-rKA/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;How awesome is that! I didn't swim though, my mom and dad didn't let us swim because it was hot and we might get sunburn afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Without the beautiful scenery and jacuzzi, Terengganu would be pretty much dull to me. It was a nice trip though. I'm hoping to stay somewhere near Tanjung Bidara on the next trip to Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Can't wait for school! I missed my friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-3214022584803789951?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3214022584803789951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=3214022584803789951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3214022584803789951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3214022584803789951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubbles-overflowing-alert.html' title='BUBBLES OVERFLOWING ALERT!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SjJNNHuiX0I/AAAAAAAAAME/uGb8wxiZHUg/s72-c/DSC00617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4951291554069675604</id><published>2009-06-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:46:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sh-shu-shu-gar Rush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We (Fiqa, Ellisa and I) had movie date today! it was well, fun. Haha. We watched A Walk To Remember. No one cried this time, since we didn't really pay attention to the movie. Instead, we were gossiping on random people and random stuff. We didn't talk about boys though. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I brought some snacks which were, nachos and salsa dip and sweet butter popcorns! It was heavenly :p HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343513974909937570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sif5pibXp6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8mBn6BXCx4c/s320/halloween_candy_aisle_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343513973289210194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sif5pcY9UVI/AAAAAAAAALs/CTtoNIes9Rg/s320/candy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did you know candies can make me go all sugar rush? I miss eating candies. I haven't eat any candy for a while because i know candies are bad for your health. It's okay to consume candies once in a while, but I can get addicted to sweet stuff pretty quickly. So, I'm not taking any chances by eating candies. Instead, i eat chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;To me, candies give you this light feeling of pleasure. While chocolate gives you this thick and deep feeling of pleasure. It makes me feel happy instantly. It's the endorphine working on my body, i know. I don't fancy weird colours on my food, for example, a purple + pink coloured hard candy. That's bazaar to me man @.@ HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm feeling sleepy now. Nighty night, sleep tight, hope the bed bug don't bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-4951291554069675604?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4951291554069675604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4951291554069675604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4951291554069675604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4951291554069675604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/sh-shu-shu-gar-rush.html' title='Sh-shu-shu-gar Rush!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sif5pibXp6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8mBn6BXCx4c/s72-c/halloween_candy_aisle_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-8946815728210392361</id><published>2009-06-02T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:26:45.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with shambles :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; In places no one would find,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was then that I realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That forever was in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The moment I saw you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Cry by Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I woke up today precisely at 10 AM, but then I went back to sleep due to laziness. I woke up the second time, it was 10.20 AM. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, went down for breakfast. I ate 3 slices of plain bread. I watched "It's a guy girl thing" then. The hero of this movie is SO FINE! HE'S SO HOT! He's hotter than Zac Efron I tell you! OH, and he's name is Kevin Zegers. And yes, I googled him of course :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342779403652803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiVdj3P_qpI/AAAAAAAAALk/F67U1nQCiQ0/s320/kevin_zegers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342779401039254738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiVdjtg4FNI/AAAAAAAAALU/uoR2zfjbwj8/s320/Kevin-Zegers-Biography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342779402042651122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiVdjxQGsfI/AAAAAAAAALc/CcxFdGSOWVg/s320/z38_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Look at him. Piercing eyes, pretty nose, nice jaw line, OHH, THE HAIR! OHEMGEE! He's a doll :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Moving on, I went to Ellisa's crib around three in the evening. They (fiqa and Ellisa) youtube some weird videos. I was too scared to look at it. Yes again, scared-y cat me. We made spaghetti carbonara after that. It was delicious! YUMMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I went back home, saw some juniors on the way back. Went inside. Took a towel and had my shower. Later that night, we ( the family and I) went to Subang Parade. My siblings bought The Sims 3 game. I didn't contribute any money though. NGEHEHE. The family went to McDonald's. I went to Baskin Robbins and bought one small scoop of strawberry cheese cake ice cream &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My moher, my father and my sister made fun of my "rear". Maybe my bottom is big. Maybe it's getting bigger. Well, I HOPE NOT! I need to exercice more. I mean to make my lower body smaller. ERGHH! whatever. I'm only 16. It's not that I have big belly like some people. I'm off to bed now. Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&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/6250161775163090603-8946815728210392361?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8946815728210392361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=8946815728210392361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8946815728210392361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8946815728210392361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-shambles.html' title='A day with shambles :)'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiVdj3P_qpI/AAAAAAAAALk/F67U1nQCiQ0/s72-c/kevin_zegers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6133349044174652947</id><published>2009-05-30T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:19:04.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, someday you'll know.</title><content type='html'>Someday we'll know why Samson loved Dilaila,&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go dancing on the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know that I was the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;-Someday We'll Know by Mandy Moore and Jonathan Foreman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341529649250440706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiDs6lTKFgI/AAAAAAAAALE/XAKfmzbvfKI/s320/a+walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;her love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I watched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;yesterday night on youtube. Yes, on youtube. I had to open 11 tabs to download all 11 scenes. It was worth it :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I watched this movie for the first time somewhere in 2006 on TV3. I slept late watching this movie and I had teachers day in school on the next day. My eyes were all puffy from all the crying and from lack of sleeping. I looked like a zombie :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiDs6xTVAMI/AAAAAAAAALM/EtfL3G26Xtw/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341529652472381634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiDs6xTVAMI/AAAAAAAAALM/EtfL3G26Xtw/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mandy Moore and Shane West. I think they looked really cute together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So i went to Sunway today with my three siblings and my daddy. We were suppose to watch Terminator Salvation but the queue at TGV ticket booth was MAD! So we ended up at MPH. My sister got a romantic English novel (typical Shia), while my dad bought this thick book which he got 20% off! Lucky daddy :) Haha. On the way to Subway for lunch, i passed by Speedy Videos and went in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Guess what i got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A WALK TO REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DVD! AAHHHHH!! *screams with excitement* I was SO happy! A wide smile was drawn on my face. Too bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; was sold out. My sister wants to watch that movie so badly. We ate at Subway and went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now I'm blogging, myspacing, polyvore-ing, facebooking and googling images of Shane West :P He's kind of HOT okay! HEEHEE. My mom is in Port Dickson now and she's going to spend a night there. Maybe I'm going to eat fried kuey tiow from Radi's tonight. Their fried kuey tiow is the shiznit! OH! and their carrot milk too :9 MMmmmm, finger licking good! Oh wait, that's KFC's line =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, I'm going to continue googling for hot guys on the web :p and maybe youtube some cool songs in the same time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;chow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6133349044174652947?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6133349044174652947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6133349044174652947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6133349044174652947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6133349044174652947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-someday-youll-know.html' title='Remember, someday you&apos;ll know.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SiDs6lTKFgI/AAAAAAAAALE/XAKfmzbvfKI/s72-c/a+walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2088638055600908953</id><published>2009-05-28T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:49:19.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why are you shaken when you know you didn't cheat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sh5L5wgrVYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rYep0p60BuY/s1600-h/DSCN4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340789663754573186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sh5L5wgrVYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rYep0p60BuY/s320/DSCN4289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam 's OVER! WOOTS! haha and I'm so happy! Now I have two weeks to PARTAYY!! Haha Ellisa, lets make our own private party! JYEAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm overexcited =.=" whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few days ago I saw some kids at the boy's toilet copying. I think they were hiding their books under the staircase near the boy's toilet. They're stupid =.=" Not to think that other people might see. So what I do is, I report to teacher. HEHEHEHEHE &gt;:) It's fun to watch other people "&lt;em&gt;kantoi busuk&lt;/em&gt;". WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my friend, let him be &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;, swinged his bag and it hit my back. I turned around and said good luck because I thought it was just some gestures that said "Hi, good luck. Don't die while doing you're biology test". HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong, he told me not to tell teacher if I saw other people copying etc etc. I was like, you've got to be kidding me =.=" the way he said it was like he was defending himself and in a way he was threatening me if I did tell teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; 's place and said "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;, if you see her telling teacher on people who cheats, you throw this pen at her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that to MY FACE while holding a pen and doing actions as if he was throwing a pen to my face. WHAT THE FUCK MAN?! During the biology test, i saw him looking at me as if he was checking on me or something. I was pissed by his actions earlier. Like hello! You're a prefect and you're telling me not to tell teacher if I saw people cheating? Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?! It's them who cheats, not you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are you shaken when you know you didn't cheat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, BOOM! I knew why he was acting all so shitty and all, he's one of the people who copy while doing exams! PFFTT!! No wonder his grades are high and he keeps going to the toilet during exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I discovered that he's also a backstabber. WOOPS? Yala, you got tell &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; is bitching on them to you, while you tell &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; are bitching about &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;to you. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; ended up fighting. And then, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; confessed to each other, together with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;and he "&lt;em&gt;KANTOI BUSUK BAI!&lt;/em&gt; " HAHAHA! PPFFT!!! If you don't know how to " &lt;em&gt;cucuk-cucuk&lt;/em&gt; " or make fire between close friends, then don't. It'll make your name smell real bad :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I passed my chemistry! WOOTS! I got a B. Its not THAT bad for someone who studied last minute :p and again, it's my fault. A lot of dramas happened to me this week. It's kind of fun though ;p HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3 color="#33cc00"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2088638055600908953?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2088638055600908953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2088638055600908953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2088638055600908953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7844477178030086232</id><published>2009-05-23T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:49:27.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let your soul be touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My all time favourite songs :D&lt;br /&gt;I love Say OK by vanessa the most :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want,&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying here in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to believe,&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;-We're in Heaven by DJ Sammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to run away but I can't take it,&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am,&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;-If You're not the One by Daniel Bedingfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than words,&lt;br /&gt;Is all you have to do to make it real,&lt;br /&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd already know.&lt;br /&gt;-More Than Words by Frankie J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying,&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing,&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;We're empty.&lt;br /&gt;-Empty by The Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I believe,&lt;br /&gt;That some things are meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;And that you'll make a better me,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that dreams came true,&lt;br /&gt;But you showed me that they do,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I learn something new,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you.&lt;br /&gt;-Everyday I Love You by Boyzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever,&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;-Hero by Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I,&lt;br /&gt;Had anymore to give,&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me so far,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without you,&lt;br /&gt;Drink to all that we have lost,&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes we have made,&lt;br /&gt;Everything will change,&lt;br /&gt;But love remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;-Love Remains the Same by Gavin Rossdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speachless over the edge, I'm just breathless,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd catch tis lovebug again,&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless, head over heels in the moment,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd get hit by this lovebug again.&lt;br /&gt;-Lovebug by Jonas Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I told you,&lt;br /&gt;I loved you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it seems when you're close to me,&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;-Loved you tonight by John West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is your face,&lt;br /&gt;All I need is your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up with your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Come at me from up above.&lt;br /&gt;-Magic by Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when it's not alright,&lt;br /&gt;When it's not OK,&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say OK?&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away,&lt;br /&gt;Say OK.&lt;br /&gt;-Say OK by Vanessa Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me,&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new,&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you.&lt;br /&gt;-The Reason by Hoobastank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost , you can look and you will find me,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time,&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, I will watch and I'll be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;-Time after time by Quitedrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah your skin and bones,&lt;br /&gt;Turn into something beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you know I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;-Yellow by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me something,&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;Because someday I might know my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-You Give Me Something by James Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im running to you baby,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one who save me,&lt;br /&gt;Thats why Ive been missing you lately,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make it real for me.&lt;br /&gt;-You Make it Real by James Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how it gets better than this,&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand and drag me head first,&lt;br /&gt;Fearless,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why but with you I'd dance,&lt;br /&gt;In a storm in my best dress,&lt;br /&gt;Fearless.&lt;br /&gt;-Fearless by Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky Im in love with my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky were in love every way,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday,&lt;br /&gt;-Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Cailliat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7844477178030086232?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7844477178030086232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7844477178030086232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7844477178030086232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7844477178030086232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-your-soul-be-touched.html' title='let your soul be touched'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-561718519038098185</id><published>2009-05-22T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:07:03.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shambles screams for LAMBERT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ShZvQ7gw-II/AAAAAAAAAKs/lgxUoRQGzzM/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338576744938010754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ShZvQ7gw-II/AAAAAAAAAKs/lgxUoRQGzzM/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If you lost, you can look and you will find me,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If you fall, i will catch you I'll be waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Time after time, time after time, time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Time after time by Quietdrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So today is the end for the first week of mid-year exam. It sucks. Me no likey :( I didn't study much, but i did read some here and there, just to pass my exam. I'm also in the mood to party, so friends, make some private party and invite me please :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;New Moon is coming out soon and I'm SO HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338582107020119858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ShZ0JC0wzzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/9Jf2ZNdWfnQ/s320/new+moon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I watched American Idol yesterday with high hopes that Adam Lambert to win. Sadly, the other dude won :( (sorry, i don't know his name) i think when Lambert sang with KISS was THE BOMB!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I sang along "we are the champions" and got scolded my mommy :( because it was loud =.=" my bad mom! i feel like eating now, but I'm full. I'm going to skip dinner today. i think i gobbled up too much fried kuey tiow for dinner, yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is some things that i feel like telling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- My hair is getting longer XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- My cat is getting smellier =.=" i need to clean him tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- I want high waisted pants so badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- I need to toned my legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- I'm getting tanned =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- I don't like periods :s but i am grateful to be a girl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- I wanna be taller! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- I need to be more "rajin". I'm getting lazier day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I have always have this dream of going to studying in UK, having cool friends who is not-so-nerdy, and meeting a lot of different kinds of people, dressing up everyday to class, studying at a park while watching the old folks feeding the ducks. I hope that happens to me one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's probably it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-561718519038098185?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/561718519038098185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=561718519038098185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/561718519038098185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/561718519038098185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/05/shambles-screams-for-lambert.html' title='shambles screams for LAMBERT!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ShZvQ7gw-II/AAAAAAAAAKs/lgxUoRQGzzM/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7162100265323805294</id><published>2009-05-16T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:34:03.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're hot and you're cold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you're yes then you're no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're in then you're out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you're up then you're down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is how i describe the weather this week. Hot sun in the afternoon, and in the evening it's raining cats and dogs. I personally don't like it. It's so not right.I know why this happens and it is because of;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;GLOBAL WARMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So today i went searching for some stuffs in my studying table's drawer. Guess what i've found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;OLD PICTURES OF ME WHEN I WAS 11 AND 12! OH MY GOD, I FEEL LIKE BURNING IT! A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;nd also came across with a stack of papers with quotes written on it from my primary school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not just that, i also found pictures of a trip to National Science Center. For God's sake, i was 11! I was UGLY! I used to be an ugly child. Really. I was not even cute at all =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I did keep pictures of my primary friends. I burned pictures of me during my primary days though. So dramatic, i know. I'm going to bring hariz's primary days picture and im going to show it to the whole school! MUAHAHA. I'm just being fair after he showed the whole class picture of me when i was standard 5 (it was a class picture) but STILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Had barbeque with family today. It was fun. I ate alot of lamb sausages &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;well, thats all. Gotta jet ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7162100265323805294?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7162100265323805294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7162100265323805294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7162100265323805294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7162100265323805294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugly-past.html' title='ugly past'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1791326008443569507</id><published>2009-05-07T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:49:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was due to; lazyness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't like your blurfriend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way! No way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you need a new one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could be your blurfriend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hi people! im going to update my bloggy today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorry for abandoning my blog for a period of time and it was due to; LAZYNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes, im a normal human being okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so, in the past three weeks ( roughly) there are some exciting things happened. im going to tell you in point form. lazy&lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- went to stadium melawati for Robocon Convention thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- made alot of subway-like sandwiches for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- been poked by a hottie at school ;p sadly, i was too blur to react the way i want to react =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- i've been exercising :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- i've been eating healthy lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- i went for physics, chemistry, bahasa and additional mathematics tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- once, i was so mad that i cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- i noticed that the weather is getting hotter =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- my hair is getting longer! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- im getting taller according to ellisa yasmine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;so yeah, that is all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKyGKTCiGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qlrLpWGBb6E/s1600-h/DSC09556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328517128045889634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKyGKTCiGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qlrLpWGBb6E/s320/DSC09556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my favourite chocolate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKyF72Wl5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lztqOxTOjH4/s1600-h/DSC09551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328517124167473042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKyF72Wl5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lztqOxTOjH4/s320/DSC09551.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i went to harrods and bought this cheese cake :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKyF9_glnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QD2YH2-HRtk/s1600-h/DSC09550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328517124742747762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKyF9_glnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QD2YH2-HRtk/s320/DSC09550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bought some chocolate cake too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKxWG0OGOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JQkNXY5Vf3U/s1600-h/DSC09581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328516302477596898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKxWG0OGOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JQkNXY5Vf3U/s320/DSC09581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKxWBJh4cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jYnQtuNlms4/s1600-h/DSC09580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328516300956361154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKxWBJh4cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jYnQtuNlms4/s320/DSC09580.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and it was packed in this cute pink box :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so that was some pictures of things that i bought a few weeks ago with family :) there's a new harrods' branch at KLCC, go visit! it's so cool :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sarashambles&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/6250161775163090603-1791326008443569507?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1791326008443569507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1791326008443569507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1791326008443569507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1791326008443569507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-due-to-lazyness.html' title='it was due to; lazyness.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfKyGKTCiGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/qlrLpWGBb6E/s72-c/DSC09556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2176397044067370998</id><published>2009-04-25T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:58:37.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Anugerah Kecermelangan 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7zDOaiNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j0k9TBzu_kg/s1600-h/DSC09653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328527794846206162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7zDOaiNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j0k9TBzu_kg/s320/DSC09653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7zIbAaoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BbSh8tLOlo8/s1600-h/DSC09648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328527796241197698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7zIbAaoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BbSh8tLOlo8/s320/DSC09648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7y8uee_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/cKRJsn5DFlE/s1600-h/DSC09647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328527793101634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7y8uee_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/cKRJsn5DFlE/s320/DSC09647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7ynLBwaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zjYUlNsuSas/s1600-h/DSC09645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328527787315806626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7ynLBwaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/zjYUlNsuSas/s320/DSC09645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i took pictures with ze &lt;em&gt;smart people (&lt;/em&gt;minus the one who'se wearing &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; :p) HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i went to school on Saturday around 7.40 a.m. how sucky is that? waking up early on the weekends :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i was all excited to get the award; "Pencapaian yang cemerlang dalm Perperiksaan PMR Tahun 2008". how cool is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OH, i got 40 bucks whish was a gift for getting straight A's ( so 5 bukcs for every A's) :DD so another, YEAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i haven't update my blog for so long, and this is because i was BUSY ( actually i was just plain lazy to update my blog). a lot of things happened this week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a) I'm no longer a probate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b) embarrassing things happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;c) exciting things happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;d) happy things happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e) stupid things happened =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;f) i found out that body-glove-ing people is fun! HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;g) i realised that i got 4 1A, 1 2A, 1 3B, 1 4B, 1 5C and 2 9G. HAHAHAHA! i failed BM (because of the wrong essay format) and of course add math.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i think my result is pretty good (for someone who studied one day before exam, and I'm serious, one day before exam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm sure I'll do better for mid term, i hope *shivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i don't get why people spam your tag board anonymously. especially those people who said mean things about you. i think people like that are lifeless and pathetic. like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that's all, very random eh? haha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2176397044067370998?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2176397044067370998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2176397044067370998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2176397044067370998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2176397044067370998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/hari-anugerah-kecermelangan-2008.html' title='Hari Anugerah Kecermelangan 2008'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SfK7zDOaiNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j0k9TBzu_kg/s72-c/DSC09653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6224667810838427446</id><published>2009-04-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:11:19.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll do it all over again.</title><content type='html'>Hands over my head thinking what else could go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Would of stayed in bed, how can the day be so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never believed that things happened for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;But how this turned out removed all my doubts so believe,&lt;br /&gt;That for you I'd do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;All I went through led me to you,&lt;br /&gt;So I'd do it all over again ,&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the first train stood out in the rain all day,&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, &lt;br /&gt;When I caught the next train there you were to sweep me away, &lt;br /&gt;Guess that's what I waited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never believed that things happen for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;But how this turned out removed all my doubts,&lt;br /&gt;So believe that for you I'd do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;All I went through it led me to you,&lt;br /&gt;So I'd do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever thought a day gone so wrong would turn out so lovely,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you,&lt;br /&gt;Even though the day went so wrong, I wouldn't change a thing,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it, &lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it all over, &lt;br /&gt;Again again again,&lt;br /&gt;All I went through it led me to you,&lt;br /&gt;So I'd do it all over again,&lt;br /&gt;(I'd do it all over again),&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all over,&lt;br /&gt;(I'd do it all over again),&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all over,&lt;br /&gt;(I'd do it all over again),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;All I went through it led me to you,&lt;br /&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all over&lt;br /&gt;(I'd do it all over again),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever thought a day gone so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Could turn out so lovely,&lt;br /&gt;Whoever thought a day gone so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Could turn out so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i felt related to this song. especially this part ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who ever thought a day gone so wrong, would turn out so lovely,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you,&lt;br /&gt;Even though the day went so wrong, I wouldn't change a thing,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it, &lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all over again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt that before. maybe I'm missing it. just maybe, so much. but i have to step forward and not to turn my head back. because i would do it all over again for that person. i swear, i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6224667810838427446?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6224667810838427446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6224667810838427446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6224667810838427446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6224667810838427446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-do-it-all-over-again.html' title='i&apos;ll do it all over again.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4304603642868812581</id><published>2009-04-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:23:05.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrites anyone?</title><content type='html'>hypocrites,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they talk shits. they lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they are two-faced SLUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. they're not bitches, but they're sluts :D bitches, when they do sex, they got paid. while sluts, they're free. their standard is at the bottommost of the pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard ALOT of stuff about friendships problems, like backstabbing. to me, having friends like that are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worthless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. they're &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parasites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. thank god my friends are not like that &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ditched before. I've been stabbed before. I've been hearing unpleasant things. I've been through a rough time &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I've been to a point where i don't trust anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i had a big fight with my friends a few years ago. well, there is only one person that i trust, let her be&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. later on, after the fight was over, i found out that the backbone of the fight was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! shocking eh? well, i didn't believe the first time i heard it because she looks so innocent! but when i think back, it was her. I've asked the others about this, and they point &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until this day, the remaining scars from the past are still here in my heart. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the pain of getting back stabbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by your &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;far more worst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than the pain girls suffer from a break up with their boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if you have problems with that particular person, just tell her off &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! if you don't have the guts, keep it to yourself. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't make such a big fuss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of it, just because you have problems. we're humans, we tend to do mistakes, but that does not mean that we can repeat it again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't want to get labelled "whore of the school", &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STOP SPILLING PIG SHITS ALL OVER THE PLACE WITH YOUR SCENT STUCK ON EVERY SINGLE OF IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. if you have a brain, you would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls can get away with it because they have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty and innocent mask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on their face. people tend to fall for these kind of masks, although they have solid proof.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people with these masks need to wake up. they need to feel how they made others felt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whoever feels like they spread pig shits around, stop it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it stinks, people hates it and it makes you look bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. this is a wake up call people. so, WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sarashambles&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/6250161775163090603-4304603642868812581?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4304603642868812581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4304603642868812581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4304603642868812581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4304603642868812581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/hypocrites-anyone.html' title='hypocrites anyone?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2962902686571707072</id><published>2009-04-15T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:39:56.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SebMNw3clCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LV9dz1nAhhc/s1600-h/DSC09376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325168146240017442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SebMNw3clCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LV9dz1nAhhc/s320/DSC09376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mmmmmmm yummayhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so i went to &lt;em&gt;Pusat Sains &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negara &lt;/em&gt;( National Science Centre) for a talk. it was about genetics and breeding of corps in Malaysia. most of the students attend for the seminars were, uhh, nerds. i FEEL awkward, so does Yong Qiang :s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the talk was very short and the guy who gave the talking started early, so we missed the first quarter. after the talk, we went down for some opening ceremony. it was boring, until the teacher let us explore the centre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel like a small kid again! HAHAHAHA! it was loads of fun! (although some of the display were very old.) i touched alot of stuff *evil grin*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH! we played this game called "the mind game". the objective of this game is to relax your mind. the person with the most relax mind wins. guess what? i WON! HAHAHAHA! i am good ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and my face turned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i feel that i need some chocolate boost. oh well, off to the fridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2962902686571707072?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2962902686571707072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2962902686571707072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2962902686571707072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2962902686571707072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/red.html' title='red.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SebMNw3clCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LV9dz1nAhhc/s72-c/DSC09376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-8175334843453941215</id><published>2009-04-14T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:43:17.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day, another complain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SeRGQlKrRxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Tq7ob2THLHg/s1600-h/DSC09370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324457910127511314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SeRGQlKrRxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Tq7ob2THLHg/s200/DSC09370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been busy lately with school and trying to make my mom happy.&lt;br /&gt;as you people know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; kinda grounded. my mom thinks that i choose friends over family. she gets pissed and ground me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but its okay, she just loves me. maybe she's jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whatever it is, i just cant wait until everything is okay and stable :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; my friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; i see them everyday at school. i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; having recess with them :( i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; going to E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;llisa's&lt;/span&gt; and F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iqa's&lt;/span&gt; house :( i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt; with you two D: i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; talking craps and gossip about things with you people! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;! i hope this grounded thing is going to end soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pusat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sains&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Negara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;( National Science Centre) tomorrow! i can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i shall bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; camera so that i can post pictures of the trip in my blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;OH! did you know there's this dude in ,my class who never ( okay not never la, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like actually) talk to girls! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;! i tried to be nice by talking to him, cracking stupid jokes and ask things about himself. but then, he gave me the "&lt;strong&gt;why is she talking to me&lt;/strong&gt;" face. so i asked him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me : "do you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; annoying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he replied : "yeah, kinda."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ouch! whatever la. i was just being nice to you since you're so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;senyap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; talk to him since he thinks that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; annoying =.=" WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, in physics lab, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;insyirah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cracked&lt;/span&gt; some stupid jokes about penis and it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;FRIGGIN&lt;/span&gt; FUNNY!&lt;/strong&gt; so i laugh loudly &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;do you know who called me crazy this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its that dude, again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ERGHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, whats your problem? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; talk to you, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; disturb you ( maybe my laugh was a little too loud) and then you say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;cray-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;zayy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;whatever &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =.=" your opinion does not matter to me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;there's a possibility that you're gay &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mangg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or maybe you're just shy. either way, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;blerghhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get physics : its so hard. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really fancy "forces" and difficult calculation @.@ i feel like eating now, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on a diet :( BUT, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having my periods, so it is normal to crave for food every half an hour, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;heeheehee&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;by the way; thanks puds puds and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;kak&lt;/span&gt; long for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;yummylicious&lt;/span&gt; chocolate that bought for us from UK. i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;off to the fridge :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;sarashambles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-8175334843453941215?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8175334843453941215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=8175334843453941215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8175334843453941215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8175334843453941215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day-another-complain.html' title='another day, another complain.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SeRGQlKrRxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Tq7ob2THLHg/s72-c/DSC09370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-3999424156795850617</id><published>2009-04-11T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:24:26.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SeDH4haxdDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZyJjSVsOxBU/s1600-h/twilight+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323474533409190962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SeDH4haxdDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZyJjSVsOxBU/s400/twilight+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought twilight DVD today at Speedy Video and it only costs me RM 40! how cheap is that?! i'm so happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, i fell in love with edward cullen all over again! although i do think that he is a bit creepy in some ways. i LOVE the way he loves bella. i LOVE the way the wants to protect bella. i LOVE the the way he kissed bella :9 YUMM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there were my edward cullen in the real world, i would LOVE to be his girlfriend :D and live with him for eternity. happy ending :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, there is no edward cullen in this real world. it would be sexy if my own boyfriend have the characteristics of edward, hot, kissable, piercing eyes, tousled hair and sweet scented. GRRR! I'll never let you go then :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching twilight, i checked my myspace and do you know what my friend told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;diorg pergi without ticket pon boleh . i jumpa dia after the archu thingy&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT? if i knew this earlier, i would run to sunway and meet david archuleta! i would go pass the guards and hug him tightly while scream my lungs out " I LOVE YOU ARCHULETA" 5 times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i let go, and the security will escort me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pyscho much? whatever &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, I'm going to hit the gym tomorrow. i need to burn some fats on my ass and on the thighs (especially on the thighs) and i will also do some crunches to flattened my tummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i also need to finish all my homeworks, especially my bahasa's essays =.=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you guys that i was invited to my school's &lt;em&gt;Anugerah Kecermelangan?&lt;/em&gt; heeheehee. im glad that i scored 8 A's for PMR. im so proud of myself (eventhough it is only PMR) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, atleast i PROVED that i ain't a dumbass okay? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, you HAVE to hear this girl sing, she's so damn talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_R_3xa5hoQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_R_3xa5hoQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word, WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323483182650110562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SeDPv-WgMmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BLJKxzSvD_k/s400/2724039383_39f4bb9ac1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;she's from phillipines and she has a voice that's as big as celine dion, alicia keys and beyonce, AND she's only 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name is Charice Pempengco. go youtube her, she's talented i tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-3999424156795850617?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3999424156795850617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=3999424156795850617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3999424156795850617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3999424156795850617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/edward-fever-coming-back.html' title='WHOAH'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SeDH4haxdDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZyJjSVsOxBU/s72-c/twilight+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-338085925683825439</id><published>2009-04-10T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:07:49.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sara radcliffe?</title><content type='html'>hey bloggers. i havent update my blog propely eh? im sorry, its just that i've ben busy with stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school on Friday, hoping that my PMS is not as bad as the day before :s and thank god, i didn't get angry at people! instead i was laughing with meng chern and shasha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, you guys are friggin funny! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meng chern did the micheal jackson dance, which is super funny! his upper body froze, his right hand touched his head, and his hips moved front and back while the emotion on he's face was cheeky-ly turned on! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faruq did the dance too, but meng chern's one is better :D GO MC! YOU SEXXY BACK! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, insy and sang gossiped at the back of the class with nadia, asila, and hanim. i catched up some gossips at school. it was fun because i missed gossiping with friends :D *&lt;em&gt;padahal hari hari gossip dengan insyirah :p*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back home, and i stay by the radio for to be the caller number 7 for david archuletta's showcase in sunway. while nervously hearing the tone on the phone, Jules from fly.fm picked it up! i was starting to shiver, but then, i was caller number two D: i was so sad. this means I'm not going to archuleta's showcase :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later that night, i was lying on the bed, thinking. i thought of my future. things like ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what i will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-how will i look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whose my husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what kind of house do i live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-am i the person that i hope i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-will i be the same person as i am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-will i be in London pursuing my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get worried. i need to focus and actually complete my goals. i need to show my parents that i am capable of doing everything that they want me too. so that maybe, my siblings or any other people would look up for me. make me as their idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm thinking too far! blerghh, making me as your idol? but its not wrong to dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched harry potter and the goblet of fire last night, daniel radcliffe is sure getting sexxy ;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323248483431189602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sd_6SroNjGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7A6a0fnh7iw/s400/dan+rad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-338085925683825439?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/338085925683825439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=338085925683825439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/338085925683825439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/338085925683825439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/sara-radcliffe.html' title='sara radcliffe?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sd_6SroNjGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7A6a0fnh7iw/s72-c/dan+rad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5633963090355481724</id><published>2009-04-06T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:23:29.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feels very...</title><content type='html'>i feel very, "hanged on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5633963090355481724?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5633963090355481724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5633963090355481724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5633963090355481724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5633963090355481724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/04/feels-very.html' title='feels very...'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5138319786464570858</id><published>2009-03-31T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:26:58.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SdHP7oWVi_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ngDHe4TURJ4/s1600-h/IMG_5342%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319261258251602930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SdHP7oWVi_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ngDHe4TURJ4/s200/IMG_5342%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i supported earth hour by having my birthday in the darkness and only use candles and battery operated LED lights. it was a great experience!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ate some baskin robbins ice cream cake, and it was YUMMAY! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we played with ( yes, including my science genius parents) dry ice :D i told them that if we put dry ice in the water, it will turn into gas staright away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;they were like " really &lt;em&gt;ke&lt;/em&gt; sara?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i was like, "yes, i played with dry ice before anf it was somewhere in standart 6. it's cool! lets try &lt;em&gt;la &lt;/em&gt;if you don't believe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so we did try. they were stunned :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAHAHHAA i feel soooo smart in that particular moment :p teaching my parents about this stuff :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;on the next day, my plan was to go sunway with the girls. it turned out to be so much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THEY THREW ME A SUPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU PEEPS &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we karaoke like crazayyyy and took alot of pictures too. i have to say, it was a blast :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;got my exam results already (except for EST, english and agama) and it sucked! i only managed to score 1A for biology and A2 for modern math. i got 3B for sejarah, 4B for chemisrty, 5C for physics, and 9G for add math and bahasa :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i know, it's REALLY bad and this is the result of a student who didn't study at all, didn't do homework and didn't pay attention in class :s i &lt;em&gt;dah bertaubat. &lt;/em&gt;whatever it is, i will score at least 5 1A in May exam :D i just need to WORK for it, thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my mommy said that im not stupid, it's just im LAZY. mommy, i know i am lazy. i'll do well &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; later, don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the colours are so nice 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5138319786464570858?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5138319786464570858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5138319786464570858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5138319786464570858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5138319786464570858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-my-face.html' title='in my face'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SdHP7oWVi_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ngDHe4TURJ4/s72-c/IMG_5342%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1626794295125149243</id><published>2009-03-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:46:51.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wide smile drawn on my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Scz1nZpwkBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M-YyHnD0QOY/s1600-h/DSC08998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317895317267451922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Scz1nZpwkBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M-YyHnD0QOY/s320/DSC08998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WATCH! YEAYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Scz1mwhyTEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6UmMB_L_l3Y/s1600-h/DSC09000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317895306228157506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Scz1mwhyTEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6UmMB_L_l3Y/s320/DSC09000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the bird died :( im sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to JM Beriani at SS 15 for dinner today. i ate lamb beriani, which was SUPERBLY NICE! my tummy is now big :( GRRR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, we rolled to SUBANG PARADE! i went to city chain ( a watch shop) and purcahsed a DKNY WATCH! :D im sooo happy! cold storage was the next stop. we bought some groceries for bbq andsome to make potato salad. YEAYY! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im officially 16 now :D YEAYY! haha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet sixteen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks for those who wished me! i &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; you guys! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1626794295125149243?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1626794295125149243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1626794295125149243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1626794295125149243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1626794295125149243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/wide-smile-drawn-on-my-face.html' title='wide smile drawn on my face'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Scz1nZpwkBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/M-YyHnD0QOY/s72-c/DSC08998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-483626524143057832</id><published>2009-03-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:35:27.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can be your hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317710207868641186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScxNQnZ6n6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/LhwLTlYlSMs/s320/Enrique_Iglesias-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           he took my breathe away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH! im addicted to his song called "hero". i LOVE this phrase ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever,&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its soo deep and meanignful! ;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i skipped school today. i ate two "K bars"( its a diet bar thingy-majic) for breakfast and it's VERY YUMMY! Hmmm K bars! i have to buy more of these bars :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i played golf last wednesday with daddy and annoying little brother. it was fun! i manage to make the ball "fly". im so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im stil going on my on and off diet. FOODS ARE HARD TO RESIST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im babysitting a sick bird by the way. a small bird. he's hurt. his body got stuck with glue and he's injured due to my cat, blackie, who bit the bird. stupid cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScxVc326VgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/F-Jrj-MOF1E/s1600-h/DSC08967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317719214536676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScxVc326VgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/F-Jrj-MOF1E/s320/DSC08967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScxVclMNodI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JwLcaxyB0jE/s1600-h/DSC08966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317719209525748178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScxVclMNodI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JwLcaxyB0jE/s320/DSC08966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT, im a HERO to this bird! YEAYYY! *clap hands for herself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-483626524143057832?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/483626524143057832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=483626524143057832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/483626524143057832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/483626524143057832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-be-your-hero.html' title='i can be your hero.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScxNQnZ6n6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/LhwLTlYlSMs/s72-c/Enrique_Iglesias-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4438338610855116753</id><published>2009-03-26T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:24:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pop pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SctUXX7n-AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Uyw03CctSiQ/s1600-h/DSC08834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317436545578825730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SctUXX7n-AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Uyw03CctSiQ/s200/DSC08834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;felt funny today :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EXAMANATION WEEK IS OVER! (im not going to school on friday)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THANK GOD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;see the picture? yes, i wore a lipstick. i felt so &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt; HAHA! i "borrowed" my sister's lip pallette that she get from Lisa for her birthday. she doesn't know by the way :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this week is a very stressful week (hint : refer to the first paragraph) pimple pops on my face at WEIRD PLACES! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;they appeare on the bridge of my nose, on my jaw line and arounf the sideburn area @.@ WTF right?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;for those who texted me somewhere this week, im sorry that i didn't reply. i have no credit AND i was lazy to top up :S i will reply back your textes ASAP alright?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i got my add math results today, and i'm quite hapy with it. i get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;/100. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;moving on, i need to concentrate more on my studies. i feel so stupid now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;URGHH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;can't wait for karaoke with mah girlfriends&lt;3&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-4438338610855116753?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4438338610855116753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4438338610855116753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4438338610855116753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4438338610855116753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/pop-pop.html' title='pop pop'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SctUXX7n-AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Uyw03CctSiQ/s72-c/DSC08834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7867478245721022369</id><published>2009-03-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:19:58.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUTella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SciGeB9UJwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oBz4yoWRt8g/s1600-h/DSC08774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316647210590676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SciGeB9UJwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oBz4yoWRt8g/s320/DSC08774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you are sexxy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have exams this week. i think im going to fail add math x.x it was soo fucking HARD! i answered only 10 questions out of 15. i'm hoping that i won't fail it :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes, im appearing offline on msn, facebook and myspace ( actually, i always appeare offline on facebook :p ) due to exam. the reason i online is only to check updates not to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, my mood is not okay right now, cuz i miss ** so badly! GRRR i might go nuts @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im turning 16 this week by the way and i'm not telling you people the date. lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THE WORLD SO CRUEL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7867478245721022369?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7867478245721022369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7867478245721022369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7867478245721022369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7867478245721022369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn.html' title='NUTella'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SciGeB9UJwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oBz4yoWRt8g/s72-c/DSC08774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2765199717391285692</id><published>2009-03-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:51:46.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earth hour 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScRiZfJ6zKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pOjaLUG6bCY/s1600-h/earth+hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315481650203380898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScRiZfJ6zKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pOjaLUG6bCY/s400/earth+hour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, sarah shafii, pledge to SUPPORT EARTH HOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already sign up at www.wwf.org.my , what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earth is suffering. we made her suffer. we pollute her. it's our fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can feel the change that's hapening around you, but you chose to be silent. the temperture is rising! we sweat like shit after school, why? GREEN HOUSE EFFECTS people! don't play dumb with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we feed the earth with poisons like carbon dioxide and carbon monixide. what did she do to deserve this? she gave us EVERTHING to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can change this. we can live a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be develope doesn't mean we have to pollute the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save our PLANET, save OURSELVES. Earth is the only home we have. so, VOTE EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315481642370301922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScRiZB-Xf-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/GjXp0-JwY0I/s400/earthhour+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2765199717391285692?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2765199717391285692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2765199717391285692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2765199717391285692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2765199717391285692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='earth hour 2009'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/ScRiZfJ6zKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pOjaLUG6bCY/s72-c/earth+hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2085330058899597842</id><published>2009-03-20T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:28:57.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>i hate the world. i hate my cats. i hate people. i hate shopping. i hate ilent treatment. i hate feeling guilty. i hate everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATEsarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2085330058899597842?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2085330058899597842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2085330058899597842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2085330058899597842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2085330058899597842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/argghhhh.html' title='ARGGHHHH'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5845621125697874444</id><published>2009-03-17T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:20:13.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged! ouch</title><content type='html'>Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name: stephen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name: shasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: stripper :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: slightly green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear: shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: steak :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: shampoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late: slept the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you'd shout: SHIETTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: sex and the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: slurpee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group: s club 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: snake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name: sunway road? wtv laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car: SLR mcclaren, mercades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The title of a song: so what-pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tag 20 people: whoever, wherever, whenever :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5845621125697874444?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5845621125697874444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5845621125697874444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5845621125697874444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5845621125697874444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-ouch.html' title='tagged! ouch'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-8496576362361962142</id><published>2009-03-16T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:49:40.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes to be make</title><content type='html'>my birthday is coming soon and i'm going to list a few stuffs that i've been longing for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) an acoustic guitar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4dv2Nc-OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AV8X3YNtJIA/s1600-h/acstic+gtr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313717318186760418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4dv2Nc-OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AV8X3YNtJIA/s320/acstic+gtr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) tommy hilfiger watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4dvmCM8cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ai7BQyx7Esw/s1600-h/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313717313844605378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4dvmCM8cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ai7BQyx7Esw/s320/watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) DKNY watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4eixGCT-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ai-dC0G9qTo/s1600-h/watxch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4eixGCT-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ai-dC0G9qTo/s320/watxch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313718192986804194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i lost my elle watch at school and i am desperate for a new NICE watch :D  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) MONEY! LOTS AND LOTS OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4fQclltUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/87hmhr-KE1o/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4fQclltUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/87hmhr-KE1o/s320/money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313718977755985218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nawww, i just my loved ones to be on my side on my birthday :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im an angel, i know :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-8496576362361962142?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8496576362361962142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=8496576362361962142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8496576362361962142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8496576362361962142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/wishes-to-be-make.html' title='wishes to be make'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb4dv2Nc-OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AV8X3YNtJIA/s72-c/acstic+gtr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1547552836988425887</id><published>2009-03-15T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:06:20.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cutting down :(</title><content type='html'>i'm gaining weight :S i've been stressed lately with personal stuffs and school, OH, did you know that my examination is like AFTER THE BREAK, and i haven't touch a book yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dead. DEAD I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to fail physics @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, did i tell you that i've been gaining weight? OOPPSS, i did :S my bad :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yesterday, i ate baskin robbins (one junior scoop of chocolate chip dough ice-cream and one junior scoop of strawberry cheese cake) , &lt;em&gt;roti boom (&lt;/em&gt;which was cooked with lots of BUTTER), some chinese noodle cooked by my maid (it was kind of good, btw) and at night, i ate fried kuey tiow from "Radi's Corner" which was AWESOME! OHH! i drank carrot milk too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot &lt;em&gt;kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to control my self! just now, ze family&lt;3 and i, went sunway for lunch. we ate at ze subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb0vwWKHITI/AAAAAAAAAGs/woQ_IBbyz58/s1600-h/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb0vwWKHITI/AAAAAAAAAGs/woQ_IBbyz58/s320/subway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313455642995269938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ordered subway melt EXTRA CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama said, we should start saving from now on because the economy is not stable. lots of people are jobless because they were fired, and mama also said that maybe there will be NO BONUS this year. NO BONUS = NO SUPER SHOPPING SPREE! NOO! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can only eat spend RM 100 below on foods on the weekends ( for 6 pax).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that means, no more Dome, Dave Deli's, Deli france, Burger King, Sushi Groove, Sushi King, Marco's, Pizza Hut, Itallianese, Victoria Station, Secret recipe and much more on the weekends (we normally order foods alot!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that means, I HAVE TO EAT WHAT MY MAID COOK :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAAA.... :( im going to miss Dome VERY MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i indulge good food every week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mama said, we can eat at those restaurants once in two weeks :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very sad right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, im cooking steak tomorrow anyway. so i won't cry. im just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the brightside, i won't be putting on alot of weight later, because i'll eat less :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, TEMPTATIONS are hard to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overreacting? yeah, i know :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have great LOVE for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1547552836988425887?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1547552836988425887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1547552836988425887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1547552836988425887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1547552836988425887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/cutting-down.html' title='cutting down :('/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sb0vwWKHITI/AAAAAAAAAGs/woQ_IBbyz58/s72-c/subway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2294321594201483208</id><published>2009-03-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:59:41.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAN-GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071574071701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbvScl7E7-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/G8keLzGCtfA/s320/malaysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;im here in MALAYSIA, while haris is in JAPAN! GRR *jealous*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, i am JEALOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071584922103026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbvSdOWA7PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u_2XpBdvXhI/s320/japan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and he's going snowboarding later! GRRR &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OOH! haris, besure to wear LIPBALM and wear LOTION so that your skin won't be cracking. hahah :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbvSdJRIfAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nvT5y7KaLlA/s1600-h/snow+jaapn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071583559449602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbvSdJRIfAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nvT5y7KaLlA/s320/snow+jaapn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GRRR *jealous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2294321594201483208?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2294321594201483208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2294321594201483208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2294321594201483208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2294321594201483208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/japan-go.html' title='JAPAN-GO!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbvScl7E7-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/G8keLzGCtfA/s72-c/malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7795380068875332734</id><published>2009-03-13T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:31:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so close to stardome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbtAHCkwW7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/c5FkBc4Dko8/s1600-h/jennette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbtAHCkwW7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/c5FkBc4Dko8/s320/jennette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312910675107929010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know her? she's from icarly in nickelodeon! (i hope i spelled that right :s )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sbs-vMjOfzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xNDFISRQeI0/s1600-h/icarly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sbs-vMjOfzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xNDFISRQeI0/s320/icarly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312909165957381938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was streaming through youtube and watched fred figglehorn's channel and watched a video titled "fred cooks for judy". so while i was watching, he sang a song (it was funny by the way). it's called &lt;strong&gt;so close&lt;/strong&gt;. i was like MY GOD! i had goose bumps hearing that song (fred was lipsing, so it was not him SINGING the song). in the video, fred wrote that it was sang by jennette mccurdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i searched for "jennette mccurdy" on youtube and found this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBJExHPfiA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBJExHPfiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click play and hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocker eh? i think that she is WAYYY more talented than miley cyrus! haha i'm begginning to love her :} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even put this song on my myspace profile :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7795380068875332734?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7795380068875332734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7795380068875332734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7795380068875332734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7795380068875332734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-close-to-stardome.html' title='so close to stardome.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbtAHCkwW7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/c5FkBc4Dko8/s72-c/jennette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7540779111997727621</id><published>2009-03-13T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:33:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no motive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbqYnUwQBrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FZMA5qxWVj4/s1600-h/jkj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312726511790327474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbqYnUwQBrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FZMA5qxWVj4/s320/jkj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 1 AM here in Malaysia, and i still couldn't sleep. why? maybe because i slept 11 hours yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishh =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, don't you think my walkman is cool? it's old school by the way, so be jealous! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackie (my cat) is sleeping next to me now. he's sleeping soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE MOVES! haha he's dreaming man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im going to stop now before i go &lt;em&gt;loco&lt;/em&gt;. i'm just bored, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night and bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7540779111997727621?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7540779111997727621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7540779111997727621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7540779111997727621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7540779111997727621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-motive.html' title='no motive'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbqYnUwQBrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FZMA5qxWVj4/s72-c/jkj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-808183124799246908</id><published>2009-03-12T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:18:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about a girl</title><content type='html'>i had running today and it was 4x400m event. i was the second runner and i fainted half way to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like the muscles on my right thigh had been pulled. i tried to run, but i couldn't. we (my team) ended up loosing. the cramp was not the only reason i fainted. i was also feeling light headed. i can't think or continue the run, though i want to finish it. i know i upset all of my team members, and im sorry. i am really sorry, from the bottom of my heart. i really am. if i knew this would happened, i wouldn't enter the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with the apologies, lets talk about this bitch shall we :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312227813832407522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjTDSFuOeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ldzjKR2uCbE/s400/QueenBitchBADGEpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm not her close friend, but i am her friend. i disbelieve with the fact that she was a bitch, since she didn't do anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was wrong after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;interact buddy&lt;/em&gt; said that i was &lt;strong&gt;faking&lt;/strong&gt; the fainting. i was like, WHAT THE FUCK MAN?! what's her problem? i did sooo not faked it. i was fainted because of the reasons stated upthere. what does she know about fainting because of running anyway, she didn't run. she didn't know the atmosphere at the school field. it was hot, very humid, the ground was muddy, and i have to run another 200 meters because of the stupid school who don't know how to measure the ideal measurement for the track. i know that other people can stand it, but i couldn't. im not strong enough. i'm not an athelete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enter this event because nobody wants to enter it. what do you know about pain that i taste anyway bitch, you didn't run. you were just sitting there and&lt;em&gt; busy body-ing&lt;/em&gt; with other people. you don't know how i felt. you didn't experience it. i never knew you would say that. people were right, you are a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? you think you're too big? you think you're too smart? you think you're too pretty. please &lt;em&gt;la weh, meluat aku, kau tau tak&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;you might be friends with the coolest friends, but you're not ALL THAT. by the way, i am friends with YOUR friends, so i don't care. in fact, im way better than you are. and that's a cold-hard &lt;strong&gt;FACT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not talk to you again you bitch. if can, i don't even want to look at your face! you're such a &lt;strong&gt;BAD FRIEND.&lt;/strong&gt; whatever it is, i don't care about you. i might even &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im really sorry i let you guys down! REALLY! :'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-808183124799246908?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/808183124799246908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=808183124799246908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/808183124799246908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/808183124799246908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-girl.html' title='about a girl'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjTDSFuOeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ldzjKR2uCbE/s72-c/QueenBitchBADGEpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-9097300442705331234</id><published>2009-03-11T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:35:27.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>march the tenth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today, we hade this "&lt;em&gt;saringan&lt;/em&gt;" at school and i participated in high jump and long jump. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didn't win anything :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but atleast i get 2nd last for long jump (which i never practise this year, ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, i went back to class after the events. let me tell you something, the events were tiring! VERY! thank god we didnt really study. teacher didn't come to class. she's minding her own business. HOORAY for for her to minding her own business! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wrote my name on johan's hand today! he seriously needs tattoos. HAHA and yes, i wrote sara shambles &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! haha then he &lt;em&gt;belanja&lt;/em&gt; me corntos, which cost 40 cents, THANKS JOHAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me, asila, and asyraf gossiped at the back of the class. it was fun! i never knew that asyraf have hots for TWILIGHT! haha :) he's soo nice. i wish other guys are like you man! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311860315855118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbeE0FcJ38I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KDQkxH6Th34/s320/DSC_0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sara, insyrah and abang nana (milik ellisa)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my bag is shiny &lt;em&gt;kan&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-9097300442705331234?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/9097300442705331234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=9097300442705331234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/9097300442705331234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/9097300442705331234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-then-tenth.html' title='march the tenth'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbeE0FcJ38I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KDQkxH6Th34/s72-c/DSC_0588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5768998396389679417</id><published>2009-03-07T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:26:26.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>c a m p f i r e s o n g song.</title><content type='html'>camp was fun :) i will elaborate more later. i feel very sleepy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5768998396389679417?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5768998396389679417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5768998396389679417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5768998396389679417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5768998396389679417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/c-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g-song.html' title='c a m p f i r e s o n g song.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7840974234597893576</id><published>2009-03-04T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:45:48.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y2qLd1pI/AAAAAAAAADs/uZcH-qW4UiI/s1600-h/IMG_3344+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309588769053988498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y2qLd1pI/AAAAAAAAADs/uZcH-qW4UiI/s320/IMG_3344+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmmmmmm.... FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was checking things in mycomputer until i ACCIDENTALLY found my past holiday pictures. i think i was 14 and my family and i were having holiday in Cameron Highland, and my godd, i was soo damn skinny that time! i'm glad that i put on weight man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309588776340643522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y3FUvXsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ume0aX4tuFI/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ze brother a.k.a PAMELA! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y2zLCBtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TMERBrvBK1Y/s1600-h/IMG_3396+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309588771468084946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y2zLCBtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TMERBrvBK1Y/s320/IMG_3396+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ze brother and me, take one! i told you, i was damn skinny man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y22wS1_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/c4jJ5hq5T3w/s1600-h/IMG_3367+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309588772429682674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y22wS1_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/c4jJ5hq5T3w/s320/IMG_3367+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;take two!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7840974234597893576?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7840974234597893576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7840974234597893576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7840974234597893576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7840974234597893576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa9y2qLd1pI/AAAAAAAAADs/uZcH-qW4UiI/s72-c/IMG_3344+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4173349853699524647</id><published>2009-03-03T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:54:55.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't what you think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa3sZ8Nni8I/AAAAAAAAADk/s1VBp7yc1Zk/s1600-h/katy+peryy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309159466143812546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa3sZ8Nni8I/AAAAAAAAADk/s1VBp7yc1Zk/s320/katy+peryy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she's gorgeous isn't she? GRRR! if only i was a hot guy living in L.A with a bentley and a manshion and have a few million dollars in the bank, i bet katy perry would come back home and woo with me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me go GAGA katy perry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, im not gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-4173349853699524647?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4173349853699524647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4173349853699524647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4173349853699524647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4173349853699524647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/aint-what-you-think.html' title='ain&apos;t what you think.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa3sZ8Nni8I/AAAAAAAAADk/s1VBp7yc1Zk/s72-c/katy+peryy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-3699500417128003645</id><published>2009-03-03T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:06:39.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>akid gay</title><content type='html'>so school holiday is in what, 2 weeks? and guess what? IM EXCITED! can't wait for it! i'm going to see my "gay" friend, nabil akid!&lt;br /&gt;we're going to hang out in sunway and we will do this test where i count every girl that stop and stare at akid :O HAHAH yes, this young boy is searching for a girlfriend :p&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone wants to give it a shot, contact me, i'm his agent :P hahaha&lt;br /&gt;NO! i'm not he's agent la. if you want to get to know him, give him a call or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just promoting him :p HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell him you about him, physically.&lt;br /&gt;1) he's tall&lt;br /&gt;2) kind of buff&lt;br /&gt;3) he has high cheek bone :O&lt;br /&gt;4) he has a face of a looser ( HAHAHA, cancel that)&lt;br /&gt;5) he has straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;6) and he can be VERY VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's akid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa3hW_eJo-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_kJjwP-luE4/s1600-h/akd+loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309147320850949090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa3hW_eJo-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_kJjwP-luE4/s320/akd+loser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be excited girls! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-3699500417128003645?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3699500417128003645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=3699500417128003645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3699500417128003645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3699500417128003645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/akid-gay.html' title='akid gay'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa3hW_eJo-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_kJjwP-luE4/s72-c/akd+loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6966134666250291317</id><published>2009-03-03T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:29:38.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh! another point of view.</title><content type='html'>so i was searching stuff on the internet. i went to &lt;a href="http://www.lacoste.com/aus/main.html"&gt;http://www.lacoste.com/aus/main.html&lt;/a&gt; :) i LOVE IT MAN! haha. i may not be a fashoin freak or fashoin forward kind of person, but i do know what is nice and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lacoste fashion is very modern and very sleek. it is simple yet, it stands out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa1ShfjUgmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AzpFSTstAO0/s1600-h/lacoste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308990271098487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa1ShfjUgmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AzpFSTstAO0/s320/lacoste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the colour &lt;3 i think im going to get one in green and one in yellow :D I WANT IT ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to just stop thinking about you and move on for good. it's going to be great! i know it will :) i am sick of being sad for no reason at all. to cry like a looser. i dont want people to think that i am running for you. i know where i stand. and i'm proud of it :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6966134666250291317?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6966134666250291317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6966134666250291317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6966134666250291317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6966134666250291317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-another-point-of-view.html' title='oh! another point of view.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/Sa1ShfjUgmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AzpFSTstAO0/s72-c/lacoste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4962889666171114471</id><published>2009-03-02T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:29:03.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ego?</title><content type='html'>i think i have problems with my ego. sometime, i know im wrong, but i will find a way to make it right. its sooo wrong man @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA sory la Ian, i'm sorry for calling you a looser, stupid, short, no cock, a girl, and much more. you know i was just playing kan? so yeah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be really mean sometimes, and i'm sorry. but sometimes tu, mampos ah! AHHAHA im a human la. humans do mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture of the day is ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography%20steak" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="STEAK 1 lowres Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c329/adtastenow/photography%20by%20moye/648c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm craving for this &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-4962889666171114471?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4962889666171114471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4962889666171114471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4962889666171114471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4962889666171114471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/ego.html' title='ego?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c329/adtastenow/photography%20by%20moye/th_648c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7044827042252019213</id><published>2009-03-01T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:25:53.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one?</title><content type='html'>okay so i went to the twin's birthday party on last Saturday, it was AWEH-SOME! if you want to se the pictures, its on my myspace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, I'm a little open minded with ian. maybe TOO open minded. i told him about period and stuff and he's face was like @.@ HAHAHAHAHA. veryyyyy funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then asyraf put a sign on his back saying&lt;br /&gt;" kick me. something something and i menstruate. " HAHAHAHAHAHA WATTAFAK MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went back home early today since the teachers have meeting with the new pengetua. yes, I'm a bad probate, i know. SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you girls la weyy. i miss the gossips while lunch breaks. i miss eating kuey tiow sup with you guys. i miss going to the canteen with you people, but nooo.... you people left me and insy alone! :( (emo) AHHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss coming late to school, somehow. i miss being normal with no responsibilities. WHY DO YOU PEOPLE LOVE ME?! but then again, responsibilities is like what my future boss wants kan? haha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever la. I'm still young and i want to enjoy my life. i don't want to study at home. its sooo boring. plus, I'm not THAT nerdie la. AYOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7044827042252019213?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7044827042252019213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7044827042252019213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7044827042252019213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7044827042252019213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-one.html' title='another one?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-8650683976773976537</id><published>2009-02-27T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:00:39.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear this, feel this, then you'll know.</title><content type='html'>listen to this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0x7CN7NhS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0x7CN7NhS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something always brings me back to you.&lt;br /&gt;It never takes too long.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold me without touch.&lt;br /&gt;You keep me without chains.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;But you're on to me and all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I was strong.&lt;br /&gt;But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;But you're on to me and all over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping me down yea yea yea yeah.&lt;br /&gt;you're on to me, on to me, and all over.&lt;br /&gt;something always brings me back to you.&lt;br /&gt;and never takes too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-8650683976773976537?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8650683976773976537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=8650683976773976537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8650683976773976537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8650683976773976537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/hear-this-feel-this-then-youll-know.html' title='hear this, feel this, then you&apos;ll know.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5005696831804093975</id><published>2009-02-26T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:52:50.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>answer needed.</title><content type='html'>repeating past? i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5005696831804093975?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5005696831804093975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5005696831804093975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5005696831804093975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5005696831804093975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/answer-needed.html' title='answer needed.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-35071564842258619</id><published>2009-02-24T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:14:30.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the shock of my life :O (not really)</title><content type='html'>SHOCKING! OH EM GEE! okay, OH EM GEE! NOOOO! OH EM GEE! and yes, I'm just exaggerating things. but, OH EM GEE! in just three short years, he change into.. uh... that :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-35071564842258619?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/35071564842258619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=35071564842258619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/35071564842258619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/35071564842258619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/shock-of-my-life-o-not-really.html' title='the shock of my life :O (not really)'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2984312469439022326</id><published>2009-02-22T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:47:06.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>s-i-c-k</title><content type='html'>i'm sick today. my body aches, my nose is stuffed with thick mucus (EW), headache  and i'm feeling cold :| stupid not-so-strong body immune! GRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2984312469439022326?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2984312469439022326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2984312469439022326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2984312469439022326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2984312469439022326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-i-c-k.html' title='s-i-c-k'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-9222994851752888883</id><published>2009-02-21T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:05:03.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suckah</title><content type='html'>I went to Melaka last Friday.  The journey was around 2 hours. I slept through whole journey because I was tired. When I came back home from school, I went straight to the toilet, took my shower, packed the toiletries, had my lunch and into the car to Melaka. So, as you can see, I was frigginly tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at Afamosa apartment. It was okay. Typical apartment. The apartment was spacious. There is a living room, a small kitchen, two bathrooms, and three bedrooms. In each of the bedroom, there’s two bed. And it’s queen sized. So YEAY! But the sad part is, the bed is not THAT comfortable. It’s kind of packed as in “mampat”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought all my homework. ALL of them. All the unfinished homework that I delayed, I HAVE to finish it in two friggin’ days! :O so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family went to this “Afamosa : cowboy town.” It was quite fun.  We ate western food at this western restaurant. Stupid restaurant I say. The service is like friggin’ slow! And there was only three families in the restaurant. Stupid la. GRRRR! HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people work there looked sooo, low class. Im not “insulting” them. Its just the way the dress, the way they talk, the was they wear their make up looked so sluttish, in my opinion la. Bajet sexy but perut besar and they have MUFFIN TOPS! EWEWWEEW! HAHAHAHA. AND, people over there think that they’re sooo cool. Apa, you think setakat tengok that show, you cool la? I just don’t understand why girls look at me with “the look”. WTF man? Apa masalah kau? It’s like they’re comparing their selves with me, and they “tak puas hati” and ended up giving me THAT fucking look. ISH. BODOH. APA MASALAH KAU AH? And i, in return giving them the look where I raise on of my eyebrow. HAHA. That felt gooood! I mean, im sooo innocent (hehehe) ishh… some people la kan -.-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to this show (this is where I met the so called “cool people”)  and they have animals doing cool stuff, like a parrot cycling over a rope. They have lions, baby tigers, snakes, horses, birds, camels, and even CHICKEN doing performances! WTF kan?! HAHAHA (I mean the chicken part) taking pictures with those animals was fun and exciting, but I do feel bad for hem. They should be in forests and jungle, free and happy! Not in Afamosa doing performances for humans. I mean, maybe they’ll get food and shelter, but don’t you think they’re like in a cage? Don’t you think that these animals deserve freedom? I felt bad for the yellow snake just now. The man was carrying the snake like a the snake was a rope! It was not proper at all! And same goes to the orang utan too! They just pull the fellow with force! I mean, do you want to be treated like that? The saddest part is, these animals are going to be treated like this for their whole life!  OUCH man, even I don’t want to be treated like that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ANIMAL CRUELTY! This is not a small matter; this is a big matter people! I should report this to WWF or something. I may not be an animal activist or whatever shits, but I do know, treating animals like that is sooo not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: lucky by Jason Mraz and Colby Caillat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me talking to you, across the water across the deep blue ocean under open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying.&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams, I feel your whisper across the sea, keep you with me, in my heart, you make it easier when life gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-9222994851752888883?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/9222994851752888883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=9222994851752888883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/9222994851752888883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/9222994851752888883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/suckah.html' title='suckah'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-3470205204975805729</id><published>2009-02-17T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:35:05.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD screams SARA!</title><content type='html'>i want ice cream right now. ice creams are shouting my name. they want me to eat them. vanilla flavoured ice cream from haagen dazs is calling me. strawberry cheesecake flavoured ice cream from baskin robbins is longing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! famous amos is also calling for me. he said soft chocolate chip cookie wants me. soft chocolate chip cookie missed me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting american brownie from secret recipe :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all D: i will EAT you all, ASAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood : kelaparan D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-3470205204975805729?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3470205204975805729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=3470205204975805729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3470205204975805729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3470205204975805729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-screams-sara.html' title='FOOD screams SARA!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4627335854377151829</id><published>2009-02-16T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:01:14.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>words that i will say one day;</title><content type='html'>baby, there is one thing you need to know from me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, if everything went wrong and i'm not there for you, you must know that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, if there is anything that would wish, i would wish to be with you because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i want you to know that every night and day, you're the on that i've been thinking of, because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, if i have all the time in the world, i want you to be on my side, always, because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, if the world is mine, i want to share it with you because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i'll give you my heart and i know you'll take good care of it because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, if i have to starve for you, i would starve because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i might say I LOVE YOU alot, but every time i said it, i mean it. from the bottom of my heart with lots of hugs and kisses;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and baby, I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha isn't it cool? haha :p &lt;br /&gt;i think im deep :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-4627335854377151829?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4627335854377151829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4627335854377151829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4627335854377151829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4627335854377151829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-that-i-will-say-one-day.html' title='words that i will say one day;'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6928763707662776567</id><published>2009-02-16T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:31:44.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el-oh-vee-ee</title><content type='html'>lets talk about "love", shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiencing love is one of the best feelings ever! i know. i felt that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can make you feel like your in heaven. it can make you feel like your in the skies. it can make you feel invincible. it can make you feel like the world is yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's better is when the person who you love, loves you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and like are two different words with different meanings, and of course, you people would prefer to use "love" right? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like seeing sweet couples walking and holding hands together. they're so cute &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6928763707662776567?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6928763707662776567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6928763707662776567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6928763707662776567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6928763707662776567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-oh-vee-ee.html' title='el-oh-vee-ee'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5218590970636543084</id><published>2009-02-12T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:38:42.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GO RUN!</title><content type='html'>so today is the last day of school day for this week! jyeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha, so tomorrow is VALENTINES DAY! haha so i am hoping for some chocolates people!HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, i'm sorry like really sorry that i couldn't be your valentine date :( you do know that i want right? and you do know that how i am right? D: i feel so bad, because i really want to be you're date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR stupid bird cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a phonecall through msn with yusof just now! HAHAHA LAWAK! he was playing love story on his guitar, and i was, well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SING! HAHAHAHAHHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TRUE! i sing the song, while he play the guitar! it was funn. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second attempt of singing is by singing one of my favourite song, magic by colbie callaite. so i sing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cehhh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but singing is fun! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYSSSS, good luck to all the fourians who'll participate the fourian run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5218590970636543084?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5218590970636543084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5218590970636543084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5218590970636543084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5218590970636543084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-today-is-last-day-of-school-day-for.html' title='GO GO RUN!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-3771747541890553396</id><published>2009-02-10T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:41:15.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>v-day babay</title><content type='html'>i don't feel like blogging today. i am not suppose to go online too. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored!anyway, valentines is nearrrrr. i bet all of my friends have valentine's date :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't. GRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be seeing couples holding hands, like so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography%20hold%20hands" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m98/Bl00DSH0T_EYES/photography/dsdas.jpg" border="0" alt="hold hands under table Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing each other's nose, hugging each other tight, like so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/photography%20hugs" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll169/binkibop_xox/PHOTOGRAPHY.jpg" border="0" alt="hugs Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm goina seat at a corner and eat chocolate :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAWWWW i won't be sad laa! i mean, it's only valentines. i have mayuri to be my date on valentine's day. right mayuri? HAHAHHA jyeahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pathetic to be sad over this "i have no date on valentine's day. kill me now!" kinda things =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy V-DAY people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to taylor swift-fearless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play guitar and play that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXhwllDnTeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXhwllDnTeA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-3771747541890553396?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3771747541890553396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=3771747541890553396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3771747541890553396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/3771747541890553396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-babay.html' title='v-day babay'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m98/Bl00DSH0T_EYES/photography/th_dsdas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6537840634140269747</id><published>2009-02-06T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:49:34.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weekend to remember</title><content type='html'>i was listening and singing to a song called cookie jar by gym class heroes and suddenly ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM CAME INTO MY ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awkward. i can read her face. it was this kind of face where you wanna laugh. i was, well, i turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom : sara mama nak.......&lt;br /&gt;sara: they looked so good and they're seventee.......... *shock*&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;mom: um mama nak adapter for the two plugged pin.&lt;br /&gt;sara: oh.. uh.. jap eh ma.&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;sara: here you go.&lt;br /&gt;mama: can i use it her..... nevermind. mama pakai powerpoint kat bilik mama.&lt;br /&gt;sara: okay&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR SHE WAS LAUGHING THE MINUTE SHE TURNED AROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goat! i was singing terribly! like making funny voice and expressions and suddenly, BOOM, kantoi baiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so malu D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy, last night was THE BOMB! haha I MISSED YOU GUYS ALREADY! oh yeah, you people must be wondering, what the hell happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing from "HELL" happened la. i juat want to say the BBQ party was AWE-SOME! GREAT FOOD, GREAT FRIENDS and GREAT ATMOSPHERE. there's been alot of camwhoring going on! heeheehee. and gosh, haris ikmal is sure getting hotter. so does yohan and all. they're getting taller man! GRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met everyone! nadira, umi, nuraini, athira, faiqah, faeqah, saifuddin, hakim, amirul attria, alia, saiful and his three friends, meor, nazratul, kiss, alyssa, aina afiqah, aina suryani, yohann, mun hong, charlotte, bella, mia, pudin and byk lagi la. so lazy nak tell every single name. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i was annoyed by this particular person. i have nothing against him at first. nothing okaayy, although he's not the kind swho would hang out with us SMART kids. anyways, since it's a party, we camwhore la! he joined in. i don't mind at all. but then he was starting to be &lt;em&gt;kerek&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like " weh, aku ambek gamba dengan budak pure scince doh!" and i was like wtf? apa masalah kau? and i was like " yeah, i know, otak kitrang kan bergelegak (pandai)". ISH, if you don't like us, if you think you're soooo cooool, then go die la. fuck off of the party la. you just spoil the mood man. party pooper doh :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you asked about our result for PMR. he asked my friend first. he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he : "so your PMR mesti bagus kan, mesti bagus"&lt;br /&gt;my friend : "okay la. i got 6 A's. "&lt;br /&gt;he : "oh bagus la tuh (somehow, he was sarcastic, or was it just me), so hows your PMR, mesti 8A's kan? (referring to me)"&lt;br /&gt;me : "yeah, i get 8's"&lt;br /&gt;he : " mesti 8 'As ni (sarcastically)"&lt;br /&gt;me : "ye. i dapat 8 A's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he asked his friend ho was sitting next to him. he tak percaya that i got 8A's for PMR. the friend was like "weh die 8A's la" and he was like "ye ke?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he : " you 8'As? wow, how do you do it? (i think he was still being sarcastic)"&lt;br /&gt;me : "i memang dari dulu lagi pandai. i lahir lahir pun dah pandai (me, giving the &lt;em&gt;kerek voice &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he diam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to be mean la. what, do you think i was THAT stupid? think again la weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was charlie's birthday (saturday). it was fun :D i ate bbq. CHICKEN WINGS! YUMMAYHHH. and the next next day was alyssa's birthday(sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me say saomething,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THA BOMB! HAHAHHA GILA BABI BEST SIAL! LIKE BEST GILA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my camwhore partner again, haris ikmal(mr. trump) and nadira alia!. let me tell you something, we sure did camwhore ALOT! you can see the pictures in myspace. i'll upload it later. maybe i'll post some in the next post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH OHHH, i've met this dude named andrew scott. he's really tall and kinda cute :P HAHAHAHAHAHA he's really funny! he cracks me up all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang songs at the party while nadiah was playing the piano. it was a blast! haha :P the food was good, but i controled the amount of food that i took. i don't want to get fat! haris and umi said that i'm heavy D: and yes, the heavy part is my bum. i know :| hey, atleast i have an asset! rather than being tall and lanky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH OHHH AND, haris got CAKE'D AGAIN! HAHAHA and there's this pinata that shaped like a shoe, it was cool man ! haha i went back at 11 pm D: i felt like staying there the whole night! it was great man, i missed you guys already! i'm goinna to go to SMK USJ 13's sports day! and we'll camwhore AGAIN! JYEAHHHHHH! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a PACKED + FUN + CRAZY weekend :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sarashambles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6537840634140269747?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6537840634140269747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6537840634140269747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6537840634140269747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6537840634140269747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-to-remember.html' title='a weekend to remember'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-8925189705742728618</id><published>2009-02-05T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:34:57.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookcoo!</title><content type='html'>can't believe on how &lt;strong&gt;you made me feel &lt;/strong&gt;nowadays. can't believe that i would have feelings on you after him. can't believe that you told me this on MSN! can't believe this at all at first! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt &lt;strong&gt;shy&lt;/strong&gt; when i see you. i felt this weird &lt;strong&gt;butterflies fluttering in my tummy&lt;/strong&gt;. i felt &lt;strong&gt;embarresed&lt;/strong&gt; when i do &lt;strong&gt;something stupid infront &lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. i felt &lt;strong&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pass by my class&lt;/strong&gt; everyday just &lt;strong&gt;to look and smile &lt;/strong&gt;at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i felt &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; kind of feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the fact that you'll &lt;strong&gt;turn red&lt;/strong&gt; when you see me. i like the fact that you would &lt;strong&gt;express "i miss you"&lt;/strong&gt; to me. i like the fact that &lt;strong&gt;your hair is naturally spiked &lt;/strong&gt;:p i like the fact that you're really &lt;strong&gt;adorable&lt;/strong&gt;! i like the fact that &lt;strong&gt;you'll be sad to see me sad&lt;/strong&gt;. i like the fact that &lt;strong&gt;whenever you smile, my heart skipped a beat&lt;/strong&gt;, and i like the fact that you &lt;strong&gt;appreciate&lt;/strong&gt; me :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the fact that i like you. well, maybe not love, but like :) but again, that doesn't mean my feelings would'nt grow. it'll grow, i know :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm hoping you'll "do the move" ASAP, i don't mind if it's slow. as long as you'll show me your &lt;strong&gt;affection&lt;/strong&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickled pink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-8925189705742728618?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8925189705742728618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=8925189705742728618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8925189705742728618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/8925189705742728618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookcoo.html' title='cookcoo!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2460830420366150812</id><published>2009-02-03T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:36:34.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>operation : eliminate boredome! heh :|</title><content type='html'>i am b-o-r-e-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am BORED. why? because i just am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUCH! GRR just got bitten by a red ant. i squish it already so yeah :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday was okay. something EXCITING happened, something normal happened, something SHOCKING happened, and others are just like that. haiyyoooo :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i cam whore! WAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! lookie :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SYgK9RirwMI/AAAAAAAAACc/JolAb7xqk4o/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298497009398563010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SYgK9RirwMI/AAAAAAAAACc/JolAb7xqk4o/s320/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, my sony ericsson phone is working! WEEEE~~ no more cheap nokia spare phone~ woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if my sony ericsson phone is working, that means, i can 3G! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, did i tell you that i 3G ellisa? bapak lawak! WAHAHA ellisa jakuns wehh :P HAHAHA i love you smellisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoooooooooo, life's been good lately. no more sad sad sad.  no more thinking about the "WHY?" or "WHAT DID I DO?!" or anything that's related to it. i have to be happy! HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come and go. they made you happy, they made you sad. thats life. i just have to look on the bright side in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure he means alot to me and all, but people change. sure its hurts alot when he doesnt call you or text you, but hey, thats life. you just have to get through with it. they know what's important to them, their top priorities. they moved on. i'm just 16. what can he get from me anyway. i realised that. he's matured and i, well, i'm not. i'm a school girl for crying out loud! still pakai baju putih, kain turqoise. still pergi sekolah at 7.20 in the morning and balik at 1.45 in the afternoon. still makan kuey tiow soup kat canteen. mijie was right :| heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, if on door is closed, another two will open right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what comes up, must come down kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINES DAY IS COMING! WOOT WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see who actually cares for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to say sorry to you guys if i have been sarcastic or just made you feel bad or been treating you guys badly ( like emo-ing) or being so secretive and so senyap. i'm sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it. homework bertimbun doh :| and i miss akid already! no more gay, big ass, botak friend :| we'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, i havent study A THING on accounts :| bila nak pergi tusyen accounts nih?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if this post is a bit, random. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2460830420366150812?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2460830420366150812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2460830420366150812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2460830420366150812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2460830420366150812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/02/operation-eliminate-boredome-heh.html' title='operation : eliminate boredome! heh :|'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SYgK9RirwMI/AAAAAAAAACc/JolAb7xqk4o/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2242823369012501115</id><published>2009-01-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:00:40.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart portman &lt;3</title><content type='html'>thinking of you &lt;3 i love that song! it's by katy perry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking alot. about my life. about my past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is complicated, but i love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this blog i wanna share with you all on my idol :O and my idol is ; NATALIE PORTMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/natalie%20portman" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o149/chairston/natalie_portman.jpg" border="0" alt="Nat-ural beauty Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/natalie%20portman" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x58/britteroo09/natalie_portman.jpg" border="0" alt="natalie portman Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/blog/?action=view&amp;current=natalie-portman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/blog/natalie-portman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/blog/?action=view&amp;current=Natalie_Portman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/blog/Natalie_Portman.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't she gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has it all! LOOKS + BRAINS = PERFECT! she's perfect! i feel so gay right now @.@ but im not gay okayy. i like guys. guys are hot. okay, im crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, why i love her? why is she my idol u asked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she have the best of both worlds. she's from harvard for crying out loud! LOOK AT HER! she is really pretty! i am so jealous! i wanna be like her. she make ugly smart girls looked even uglier! ouhh yeahhhh. and she make pretty girls looked not so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who'se the lucky guy that she's with now. I WANNA KNOW! haha :p she's soo perfect. im soo jealous! GRRRR i wish i was her D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on toooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchy girls who always give me THAT look! YAYYY, not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/blog/?action=view&amp;current=PICT0073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/blog/PICT0073.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this kinda looks! ( not her la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you guys :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i went to malls, mesti ada some girl give me that look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISH. whats your problem?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$%&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAWWWWRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh i almost forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR to all my chinese friends, and yes you too brian ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday is okay. i had my first ever facial today! it was okay. the person who did facial for me said that i have a great skin ;) WEEE~~~ *kembang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. i can't breath when they put the steamer on my face. seriously. i thought i was going to suffocate! like die there on the spot! but i didn't. so, HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have to excrete anything because there's nothing on my face! so i can skip the painful step. BUT, my sister have to face it since she has pimples all over her face. so yeah. she cried a little. i swear i fell asleep during the mask thingy. i even dreamed of someone :p hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i need to go shopping. i also promised jinweng to have lunch with him. AND there's more ....but nevermind i wont tell you :p HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, GO BRIAN KHOO! haha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2242823369012501115?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2242823369012501115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2242823369012501115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2242823369012501115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2242823369012501115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-of-you-3-i-love-that-song-its.html' title='i heart portman &lt;3'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/blog/th_natalie-portman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5965842372664282916</id><published>2009-01-22T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:29:03.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i speak my own mind.</title><content type='html'>haven't update my blog for two weeks! i should get arrested for this :| anyway, we have this "chinese new year junk sale " at school, and it was FUN! for a newbies in this "organiser chairman" of an event, i did a pretty good job! heeheehee. anyways, i just wanted to say thank you for those who supported us. for those who "tak puas hati" dengan i, i just want to say im sorry, i did say sorry to you in person btw. it's my first time of being an organiser chairman, so you should expect this kind of things happend la. i only have like 3 days to pull this off. you can't put all the blame on me. i've tried MY BEST! heh :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;additional math is HARD! D: oh em gee. first time i did add math excercise, it was DAMN easy. now, i'm learning the quaratic equation, its sooo pening! @.@ there's alpha and beta, theres this equation yg bapak pening kepala @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've notice that i've gained alot of new friends this year. i learned to be more open minded than before. having lots of new friends is fun, especially if you know my condition right now, the condition where you need someone there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe you guys don't need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leon hit me once, and it hurts! so bad. it's swollen :( how could you leon D: christopher also likes to hit me :( well, they didnt smack me la! but still, how can you hit a girl? hahaha *being mengada* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, new school rules SUCKS! SUCK SUCK SUCK! D: i just got dimerited by that chinese teacher who's name i didnt know. sikit2 nk demerite :| heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been singing lately :p i don't know why?! i sang songs that is slow and mellow.&lt;br /&gt;example ; magic, empty, always be my baby, more than words, baby love, collide,everything, if you're not the one, lovebug, lucky, say ok, the reason, and lots more. HAHA! so weird right? i feel like i want to pick up a guitar and learn the song, so i can play the guitar while singing the song. i WILL do that one day! maybe i'll learn from uhh aifa ke? or the internet. then maybe i can seranade it to someone :D awwww i would be the sweetest girlfriend ever! and my "boyfriend" would love me so much more :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;P HAHA berangan ada boyfriend kan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do homework and i need to go tuition. i havent study a thing on accounts! D: but im sure it's not THAT hard kan? must be easier than biology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh... im out of words :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5965842372664282916?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5965842372664282916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5965842372664282916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5965842372664282916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5965842372664282916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-speak-my-own-mind.html' title='i speak my own mind.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1839340284725051006</id><published>2009-01-10T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:35:58.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>racism+school.</title><content type='html'>RACISM. i don't like racist people. they're small minded, on my opinion. they classified people by their race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets say, i'm a chinese and you're a malay. so, one day i bumped into you, and you didn't say sorry because you were rushing. then i assumed that all malays are like that. rude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're friend has bad experience with an indian, and start dishing to you on her flaws. you believed her and starting to hate indians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just plain hate them just because of their skin colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have one thing to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you small minded peeps =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one person doesn't always make the other similair person the same. i may look like a chinese but i'm a malay. i'm a malay, but i'm not a rempit. i may look like a chinese, but i don't speak mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all malay score on Bahasa Malaysia paper in exam. not all chinese eat pork. not all indians are hairy. not all sikhs wears turban. not all caucasian are hot. so you see, everyone is different. you can't just group them just because of their skin colour. come on la. do you want to be treated like that? if you don't want too, then stop being so racist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last week was the first day of school. i was excited to see my friends and eat kuey teow soup! :9 HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up at 6 AM. went to the bathroom. took my shower. get out of the bathroom at 6.50 AM. made a sandwich. eat them while walking to school. met milya and hanisah on the way to school. walk about five steps with them then we seperate because they were waiting for fiqa. went to school. finding ellisa. didn't see her. pissed. saw milya, hanisah and fiqa. walk to assembly. saw ellisa. mad, well, not really. assembly. feels sleepy. saw the annoying teacher. she said jiji use compact powder. she asked jiji to wash her face. jiji cursed. oh yeah, iman pun kene. she said iman tatooed her eyebrows. she cursed. teacher talking. still talking. and talking. went to seminar room. grab a chair and heret to seminar room. get lectured. bored. RECESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no kuey teow soup :( sad. bought fishball instead. bought iced lemon tea. yummm. still sad cuz no kuey teow soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to seminar room. seperated from milya, ellisa, dee and iman. the lecturer lectures. sumpah bapak boring. half asleep. then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bell rang. go home. YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following days was better than the first day. i'm in 4 melur. WOOT WOOT. not 4 seroja. YEAHH. serojian = super smart people = hard to compete = i'm going to be the stupid one in class. so melur was perfect! sat next to syira. i'm taking extra accounts. yeah people, tak percaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla. went home at 1.45 on mondays, tuesdays and wedneddays. wednesday makan KUEY TEOW SOUP! thought of buying two. but i bought one instead. i remembered that i'm on a diet. uhhhh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday and friday was normie. balik at 1.10 and 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all nothing BIG happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for valentine's day :D CUPCAKESSSSS!!! COOKIESSSS!! CAKESSSSS!! FLOWERSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret admirers that i dont like D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1839340284725051006?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1839340284725051006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1839340284725051006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1839340284725051006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1839340284725051006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/01/racismschool.html' title='racism+school.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-93336166170510665</id><published>2009-01-01T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:08:16.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>think you're too big, dumbass? HUH? DO YAH?</title><content type='html'>read the title? yeah, do you think your too big? huh? do yah? HAH? hahaha! not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i might sound insane here but i am talking about this particular person. i never talk to her in person. no. im not interested pun. i have flashback on her a few days ago and i felt that i should write on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perempuan, im sorry that you think you're so great, so popular that everybody LOVES you, and the facts are the other way around. our first encounter was very bitter to me (not bitter la, benci je), as long as i could remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started one day, when you bump into me. YOU, not i. well, maybe i was eye-ing on someone that i did not notice that you were behind me. i'm sorry about that :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but was it nice when YOU bump into ME, giving me that oh-so-bitchy look and called me stupid? have you not look at yourself? have you not look at my standard and YOUR standard?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, we are very different. you have you're "socially cool" life, while i have my "socially UNcool" life isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me tell you something perempuan, you are no match for me. not even close. you have no brains. you failed maths. you even said that it's hard to score all A's when you are learning at goverment school? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. there's only one thing i could say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE A PURE DUMBASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i boleh pulak score PMR in government school. i dont really study at home pun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least it's a fact, right? you think you're all that? but i think you're just nothing. you look down on me. i never cared actually, but i do care when someone called me stupid. thats just crossed the line man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean hello! aku kelas apa weh? kelas budak pandai kan? kau kelas apa weh? sedap je mulut kau cakap aku bodoh kan? you don't know me yet, perempuan. i used to be so innocent. so quite. i might even looked like a saint. but i'm no longer that. i learned to speak for myself. not to let anyone step on my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even people who looks at your pictures will know that your a beeatch. there's more, some people even said that you're a slut! and they barely know who you are! isn't that cool? people already labelled you as a slut even before they know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pity *geleng kepala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see perempuan, i still hold grudges on you. you will see oneday, if you don't change, I will be YOUR BOSS and YOU will be MY SERVANT'S SERVANT. get it? kalau kau tak paham, aku jadi boss kau, kau jadi aku punya maid punya maid. paham? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that you are on top of the world right now, with a hot boyfriend, the "coolest" clique(lah kan), but remember, what goes around, comes around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people might think that im bitchy, but who cares? kau cari pasal dulu. if you don't know me, DON'T JUDGE me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from stupid, with love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sarashambles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-93336166170510665?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/93336166170510665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=93336166170510665' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/93336166170510665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/93336166170510665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2009/01/think-oyure-too-big-dumbass-huh-do-yah.html' title='think you&apos;re too big, dumbass? HUH? DO YAH?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1730463634330237903</id><published>2008-12-30T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:52:06.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i learned alot in 2008!</title><content type='html'>OH-MY-GOAT! 2009 is coming people! geez, time sure fly so fast! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was great for me. alot of great things happened and those great things that had happened, i will always remember it. i'll cherish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, i've found new friends :)you guys are great :D&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned new things, i improved myself to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned to be patient. &lt;br /&gt;-i've learned to be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned to accept other people's flaws and most importantly;&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned to correct or embrace my flaws. i just have to accept me for me.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that you can't get everything that you want. you just have to let go things that you will never get.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that looks does matter to me and i feel shallow by saying that. oh well!deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that you can find satisfaction by eating delicious food! YUMMM!&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that you can be happy just by exercising.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that it's okay to cry a river when you want to cry a river.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that it's NOT OKAY to play with people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that everyone deserves a sorry and to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that you can't trust every word wht people said because they might lie.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that it can't always be you, it's also have to be me, you know, give and take.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that guys are everywhere but "the one" is hard to find. it's like finding a pin in a haystack. so people, keep finding! :p&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that cute guys doesn't always caught my attention. WHY GOD? WHY? &lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that i'm not interested in super hot guys. i THINK that they like to "pasang" other girls behind their backs, but not all super hot guys are like that, only some. &lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that i can't really speak english well. i can write english well, but i can't speak it well. i cincai only sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that i can survive break time, at school, alone. DUM DUM DUM DUM!&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned to not look back, but i constantly look back anyway, so im still          learning. &lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that plaing dress ups and make ups are fun!&lt;br /&gt;-i've leanred that i look good wearing eyeliner :p&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that diet-ing is HARD!&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that, to evercome a strong temptation was HARD!&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that lesbians are sexier than gays.&lt;br /&gt;-i've learned that guys with too much muscle freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned lots of stuu this year! i hope to learn more stuff next year. 2008 was a great year. im going to miss it :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1730463634330237903?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1730463634330237903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1730463634330237903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1730463634330237903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1730463634330237903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='i learned alot in 2008!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-447022963893924839</id><published>2008-12-30T18:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:38:20.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the picture that i promised.</title><content type='html'>the most intersting thing in my house is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrdZaKvpCI/AAAAAAAAACE/-B__GgBxF0w/s1600-h/DSC05642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrdZaKvpCI/AAAAAAAAACE/-B__GgBxF0w/s320/DSC05642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780541263553570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a grape tree. or was it grape orchid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrdYwpBUSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZIidLPRf_3s/s1600-h/DSC05643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrdYwpBUSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZIidLPRf_3s/s320/DSC05643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780530116251938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a banana tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not THAT interesting, but think back, in subang jaya, siapa la ada tanam pokok nih kan? especially the grape tree. i dont think anyone in my neighbourhood has it. cool kan? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went back kampung last saturday and went back here on monday. this is my kampung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05870.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05870.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAHHH! the living room! thats my small brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05869.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05869.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very very strange tree, which have lumps on it's leaves. i found it at the backyard @.@ gila geli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05868.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05868.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the shed. i found a hen mengeram it's eggs. i think la @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05865.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05865.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banana trees and coconut trees which is next to my grampa's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05864.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05864.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;river in front of my grampa's house. and behind the river, there's paddy field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05863.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05863.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05862.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05862.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place where i used to play with my siblings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC05861.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC05861.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grampa's old motorcyle! retro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my PMR result on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrjya043bI/AAAAAAAAACU/vET8LFgmnMM/s1600-h/DSC05941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrjya043bI/AAAAAAAAACU/vET8LFgmnMM/s320/DSC05941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285787568006815154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAHHHH! try and figure it out :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrjyBnOW8I/AAAAAAAAACM/lvzoLX1YGSs/s1600-h/DSC05945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrjyBnOW8I/AAAAAAAAACM/lvzoLX1YGSs/s320/DSC05945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285787561238617026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, spoiled already.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-447022963893924839?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/447022963893924839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=447022963893924839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/447022963893924839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/447022963893924839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-that-i-promised.html' title='the picture that i promised.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SVrdZaKvpCI/AAAAAAAAACE/-B__GgBxF0w/s72-c/DSC05642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1313267965174292970</id><published>2008-12-26T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:55:18.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>future?</title><content type='html'>okay, so me and my dad had "the talk" today. i was playing the internet, while he was watching the golf channel on astro. and suddenly he spoke to me about the "future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind was like, "here we go again, 'the talk'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about scholarships and the qualifications to get them. my main target for scholarships are from Petronas, Tenaga Nasional Berhad, Telekom, and maybe Bank Negara Malaysia, but if i'm super smart, super fit, super confident and "perfect" i might get a chance from Bank Negara Malaysia. my cousin said that Bank Negara Malaysia only give 4 scholarships. so only "THE BEST" will get them. so whoever gets scholarships form Bank Negara Malaysia, they're super perfect ( looks excluded ). HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then "golf" suddenly was put into the conversation. he said that if i play golf, my chances to gte the scholaships are easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said something like, " people who plays golf are decipline, matured and profesional. it's all about character sara. people love decipline students. so you see sara, from the sport that you play, they can guess your character. okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was like, " so you wanna me to play golf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like, " yeah, it's profesional sara, you need to think about the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, " okay bah. golf would be fun. i guess." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ask ellisa to join me later and she said okay! wee~ hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mom came in, and the conversation sambung. and on, and on, and on. you get my point kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to set my goals next year, and normally, i don't really go for my goals. i would just goof off :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1313267965174292970?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1313267965174292970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1313267965174292970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1313267965174292970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1313267965174292970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/future.html' title='future?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2051131996710901039</id><published>2008-12-25T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:16:05.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the interesting "thing", later la okay?</title><content type='html'>well, i promised you that i'll post the next blog on interesting "thing(s)" in my house. i already have the picture of it in my phone, but i seem to lost my phone cable! NOOOOO!!!  D': this is a disasterous! how am i going to upload photos on myspace?! NOOO!! nevermind, i'll find it. i'm sure it's somewhere in my house kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i watched pride and prejudice last two days and pearl harbour last night. it was soo beautiful! both of the movies! :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=pride-and-prejudice.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/pride-and-prejudice.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=30-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/30-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=pride__prejudice_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/pride__prejudice_2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, elizabeth and mr. darcy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=pearl20harbour.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/pearl20harbour.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=Josh_Hartnett.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/Josh_Hartnett.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danny a.k.a josh hartnett&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on pride and prejudice, Mr. Darcy was this man who is in love with elizabeth. when he was proposing to elizabeth, he said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Darcy, quote : miss elizabeth, i have struggled in vain and i can bear it no longer. this past months has been a torment. i came to Rosings (a place in England) with a single object of seeing you ( awwww :']) i had to see you. i have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectaion, the inferiority of your birth ( her status, a poor girl and he's fucking rich!) my rank of circumstances, all the things, and im willingto put them aside and ask you to end my agony.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss elizabeth, quote: i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Darcy : I LOVE YOU........... most ardently. please do the honor of acepting my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo sweet:) but she rejected it. and then he proposed to her the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Darcy, quote : you must know. surely you must know it was all for you. you are too generous to trifle with me. i believe you spoke with my aunt last night, it has taught me to hope as i scarely allowed myself before. if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once. my affections and wishes has not changed, but one word from you will silnce me forever. if, however you feelings have changed, i have to tell you, you have bewitched me, body and soul and i love....i love... ilove you. i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;droolss. :') it was a great ending! well, if you don't understand, go and watch the moviela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a classic love story. even my mom loves it! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should hear, there you'll be from faith hill, it's a great song! i cried at one scene when danny died on rafe's arms, and this song came up :'( i'm going to watch it again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, just a short update on what i do this week. byess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2051131996710901039?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2051131996710901039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2051131996710901039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2051131996710901039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2051131996710901039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-thing-later-la-okay.html' title='the interesting &quot;thing&quot;, later la okay?'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1515501831167508644</id><published>2008-12-15T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:56:48.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates updates updates</title><content type='html'>hello hello! well, it's me, sara, updating my boh-ring bloggg. nothing BIG happens lately. school holiday was same old same old. all i did was sleeping, eating, watching tv, eat some more, online, eat chocolates, play games and eat :) basically im getting fat. my dad said that i'm beginning to have double chin! every girl's nightmare! EW! hahaha! so now, im trying get rid some of my fats by exercising and by practising a healthy diet! but it's not working. too little excercise and too much food. i think :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys might have notice that i update my myspace profile AH-LOT! this is because i was just soooo damn bored. heh. tukar tukar :| but what can i do. i'm not going to eat all day. although, that is a GREATSUPERBHEBAT plan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS SARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ROUND AND CHUBBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been asking alot of people about the date for PMR result. i heard some 27th , 26th, 28th, 29th and even 25th! you must be an idiot to have said PMR result will be on 25th of december =.=" and i have'nt found the one confirmed date yet! i went to the malaysian education website before, but i found nothing related to the things that i'm finding. if you have spare times, do visit this web for PMR updates okay? www.moe.gov.my oohhh and it's in bahasa. kinda funny! "portal rasmi Kementerian Pelajaran Malaysia"! HAHAHAHAHA "PORTAL!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, not funny. it's rude, i know, because it's OUR language. but who cares? i don't :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only interesting thing i did last week was going to sunway with praveen, milya, fiqa and akid :DD me and praveen watched twilight, AGAIN! akid, milya and fiqa watched, when the earth stood still. it was fun! we (akid, fiqa, milya and me) had lunch at A&amp;W. i ordered curly fries &lt;3 it was YUMMAYHHHHHH!!! fiqa ordered coney dog set. while akid and milya ordered two rootbeers with ice cream on top, and of course, i tumpang the rootbeer la! HAHAHAHA! did i tell you that akid's brother LOOKS THE SAME like akid! @.@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, we saw some familiar faces there, which some i THINK i knew. i THINK. before we gone home, we went to gloria jean's. they bought coffees and ice blended. i did'nt buy anything. i was on a diet remember? after that we went to studio R. we did NOTHING there. my instict screams "starbucks" a dozen times, and i loose, so we went there. i bought caramel blended and chic o' cheese or was it chic and cheese. i finished it in 10 minutes! no la! i would die of brain freeze from the blended! there goes my so-called-diet! heh =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooohhhhhhhhh! im searching for a partner to jog with in the evening, if u guys are free, can i join? i need to loose 3 kilos :) i want my cheek bones back from the baby fats on my face! I AM DESPERATE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND milya, don't be sad, we are here for you :) i'll do my oink oink for you, just to make you laugh okay? *snore snore* HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's probably about all. i told you it's boring. itulah degil! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, im going to post on "interesting" things in my house on my next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1515501831167508644?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1515501831167508644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1515501831167508644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1515501831167508644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1515501831167508644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates-updates-updates.html' title='updates updates updates'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2269254917934376445</id><published>2008-12-03T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:53:06.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angelina jolie? NAWW!</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 12 in the afternoon today. first time in my life, i woke up THIS late. i online just like any other day. surfing the net searching things on robert pattinson and edwad cullen &lt;3. i will never get bored of doing that! yeah, people with no life, who are you to judge anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did something extraordinary today, which is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISING! it was not fun. tiring. lifting 10 pounds of dumbell is HARD! i fell like battling between life and death! but hey, practice makes perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the evening, i made some instant pasta from san remo! i love you san remo! you made my life easier! anyway, it was mushroom and something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instructions said, i suppose to add 1  1/4 cups of water, 1/2 cup of low fat milk, 1 table spoon of butter. but i didn't follow it. instead, i put 1 1/2 cups of milk (not low fat, i think it was full cream), 1/2 cups of water and 2 tables spoons of butter. too much fats? well yeah, you know me. i like fatty foods! the more fat you put, the better. but i don't eat fats on the sides of the meat la. i find that very disgusting. its springy texture and translusent colour can make me feel sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCKH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i went subang parade later in the night. i've been biting my lips the whole day and its starting to get plumpier somehow. hooray! so, i went to cold storage to buy some groceries. on the way there, people kept staring at me like i'm some kind of alien. well, mostly the guys were staring at me. it.was.weird. my brain was like, "this is strange, hmmm i wonder why they're staring at me. am i THAT ugly?". and yes, thats how i think. when i saw my self in the mirror, i know why they were looking at me. my lips was red pink! it was plumpy and the colour was red pink! i feel like kissing the mirror that very moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if i did kiss the mirror! it would be soooo weird! i bought 8 roti boy before heading home. it's for breakfast tomorrow 2 for each of my siblings, but i ate 1 in the car. it was GOOOOOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMAYH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowonder i'm getting fat. heh =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2269254917934376445?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2269254917934376445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2269254917934376445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2269254917934376445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2269254917934376445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-woke-up-at-12-in-afternoon-today.html' title='angelina jolie? NAWW!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4048991805028577180</id><published>2008-12-02T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:24:51.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>orange is not just a fruit</title><content type='html'>see the title? yep it's orange. it's not the orange fruit that you eat. it's my cat actually :) i named him since he's fur is orange. since i love orange so so much, i'm going to write a blog on him. yes, it's a he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange sleeps with me sometimes. let me tell you something, he's a rough sleeper. he moves alot! he sometimes sleep on my legs, my face and on my stomach. i don't sleep well, usually. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04616.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC04616.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC04617.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04618.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC04618.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04619.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC04619.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04620.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC04620.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sleeps on my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04623.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC04623.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC04624.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he adorable? isn't he? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-4048991805028577180?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4048991805028577180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4048991805028577180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4048991805028577180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4048991805028577180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/orange.html' title='orange is not just a fruit'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-7738751385331058068</id><published>2008-12-01T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:22:47.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god i don't flush!</title><content type='html'>holidays was boring! thank god fiqa, hani, and milya are always free! which means, we all come to someone's house and just hang out. if they're not around, i can die because of boredome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've already watched twilight the movie and already finish the whole saga, there is only one for me to say -again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD CULLEN IS PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you guys can list all the good stuff on edward cullen kn? from the inside and the outside :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=EDWARDCULLEN-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/EDWARDCULLEN-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=holyshit.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/holyshit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=EdwardCullen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/EdwardCullen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=Edward3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/Edward3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=edward-cullen-apple.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/edward-cullen-apple.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=Edward_Cullen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/Edward_Cullen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=edward-unbuttoned.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/edward-unbuttoned.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet after this, the guys are going to follow edward's hairstyle! hahaha! but for you to pull off the hairstyle, you must have the right type of hair. maybe guys with medium long wavy hair suits it and you'll need alot of hair wax :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday i went sunway to have dinner with my dad - since my mom is not home. we had our dinner at subway! so we ordered our food and yeada yeada yeada.. i ordered steak and cheese. it was a normal dinner for me until;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the dude at cashier! well, he was sort of cute. he looked very familiar, but not THAT familiar la. he looked like my friend's ex boyfriend look-alike. i want to look at his face for a long moment but i know it would be rude. i noticed that he has pink lips, he's hair was long and he had this typical guys hairstyle, he was fair ans he had big eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad pay for the food and we take our seats. my seat was facing the cashier. directly. and infront of me was an empty seat. since i don't want to sit facing the main entrance, i have decided to sit facing the cashier. well, i didnt look at him la. i tak gatal okay!  but  did termenung alot. some customers thought i was checking out their but, because i notice they keep looking at me and cover their butts. EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i notice some of the customer were feeling uncomfortable, i switch my view and eat my food. it was GOOD! but not filling :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, something fell from the cashier and the cute dude caught it. i saw the whole scene and i did something that i never thought i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he met my gaze, i suddenly smiled at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i smiled but that was sooooo not me! i don't smile to some dudes that i don't know. no matter how hot or cute he is or how familiar he is to me. to me that was weird. i don't what triggers me smile to him. i know it sounded pathetic kan, but this is just too weird ot me @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he smiled back. if i can blush, i would be as red as tomato! thank god i don't blush! i was really shy, i don't know why! after he smiled back, i looked down at my table the whole time and i notice he was still looking at me. i bet he was wondering that the girl that smiled to him was just plain weird. noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh =.=" i don't like when this things happened. and i know, some of you would think that i'm exagerating, pathetic and weird. well, i am weird in some ways. so deal with it. but i was happy that he actually smiled back to someone like me. nerds like me. yeap. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sarashambles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-7738751385331058068?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7738751385331058068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=7738751385331058068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7738751385331058068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/7738751385331058068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-god-i-dont-flush.html' title='thank god i don&apos;t flush!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-4757727341071043301</id><published>2008-11-30T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:17:48.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged, your it!</title><content type='html'>tagged by mun hong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. list 10 things/achievements that you are proud of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have straight black brown hair&lt;br /&gt;2) i get number 1 in class for the whole year :D&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm optimistic&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm open minded&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm loyal&lt;br /&gt;6) i don't have much break outs&lt;br /&gt;7) i don't have to watch what i eat.&lt;br /&gt;8) i'm not so short?&lt;br /&gt;9) i'm funny?&lt;br /&gt;10) and i can play bbal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you?friends/boy/girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends :D. im single and im not a lesbian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever thought of getting married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like tchyeahhh. i want to have kids you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really. heehee i actully have low self esteem. i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... 4? i guess. atleast 2. one girl and one boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 A's pmr, go out with friends, and be physically fit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. tchyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In your opinion, what are the characteristics of the perfect boy/girlfriend?(10 characteristics) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) tall&lt;br /&gt;2) shweeeeet &lt;br /&gt;3) romantic&lt;br /&gt;4) cuddler&lt;br /&gt;5) nice eyes to stare into&lt;br /&gt;6) athelatic &lt;br /&gt;7) preettyyy hair! (must!) &lt;br /&gt;8) no facial hair&lt;br /&gt;9) loyal &lt;br /&gt;10) love me of coarse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. it makes my tummy go bubbly and full of butterflies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh..eat junk food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there anything you want to tell people who hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go die? i dnno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly. yep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does flying mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you go up in the skies without aeroplane :D or other flying mechanisme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cat, orange &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you think is hotter? edward cullen or jacob black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course edward cullen! are you blind?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mun hong is, funny, tall, nice, boggle master, great bbal player, has really straight hair and tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What would you really like to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will you become in the next 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who'll be driving an audi, with a proffesional career and married to her dream guy and have kids and live in a nice house :D happy ending no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How to find the right partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my urge tells me thats he's the one for me :) yeah, im pretty deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wishing for right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go out SHOP! and watch movies again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 7 peoples that im tagging are ellisa, fiqa, milya, hanee, aina afiqah, syaza binxy! and nadira alia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-4757727341071043301?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4757727341071043301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=4757727341071043301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4757727341071043301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/4757727341071043301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-mun-hong-1.html' title='tagged, your it!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1615147028479706241</id><published>2008-11-28T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:19:21.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>open your eyes!</title><content type='html'>life can me miserable. you have to face atleast one bad thing everyday. it's not that life is BAD, it's just the way of how you handle it. i handle my life good, in my own way. but sometimes i can't handle life the way i wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what i do to uncomplicate it is by telling the the person who bugs my life to fuck off out of it :D i mean, why should i be stressed over this little thing that you brought up. why should i take care of your feelings when you made me go nuts in a BAD WAY! why should i worry on how people will find me if i've might hurt your feelings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who'se bringing it up. you're the one who started this shits! you're the one who should be ashamed! i NEVER bug your life! why would you bug mine? i never say hi or stare at you in the face! it's not me who want to be your friend. you're the one who came to me! and why should i care on how you feel towards me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured this so many times to say this in a nice way, but you just crossed the line. might as well telling this from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find you very annoying. very annoying. you're like this pimple that would'nt go away! i already ignore you. but why would'nt you ignore me and vanish? it makes my life easier you know? it'll make me feel less miserable, i dont have to think alot and i don't get teased by friends. oh yea, they teased me because you have to tell everybody the shit about me isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think im those knd of girls who is desperate for boyfriends? well, think again. i am NOT desperate for boyfriends and i don't mind if you are not my friend too. hidup aku senang weh. tak payah fikir banyak banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of you're greeting card that you mailed me, i can't go out with my friends to the malls, why? because my parents read it! yeah, they read it! and you know what, they think some crazy dude is stalking me and they want me to be safe by not letting me go on outings with my friends! and it's all YOUR FAULT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't dislike you. no, no i don't. i'm beginning to HATE you! why can't you leave me alone? why can't you move on? hah? why? so you can make my life miserable again?&lt;br /&gt;so that i can't go out with friends and go dating? HAH? is that what you want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgive you, i'm not that mean, but i still do hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if im a bitch right now, but i had to let this out. its not that im a coward to tell you face to face, it's just don't want to even talk with you in person. it's not worth it and i will hate you more to even see your face. it'll make me feel like breaking your jaw and kick you in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you will NEVER bug me again. ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya, don't wanna be ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1615147028479706241?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1615147028479706241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1615147028479706241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1615147028479706241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1615147028479706241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-can-me-miserable.html' title='open your eyes!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-1001254601863502423</id><published>2008-11-27T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T02:39:05.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight was AWH-SOWME</title><content type='html'>"you don't know how long i've been waiting for you" and "you are my life now" are quotes of the very perfect men, edward cullen! the movie was AWH-SOWME! haha to me la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=twilight-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/twilight-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at edward's room while dancing with bella *look at those dashing smile of rob's! it melts me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=Twilight-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/Twilight-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a pine tree at the meadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=twilight-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/twilight-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the meadow, lying on the grass *love this scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=twilight-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/twilight-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intimate kissing scene *sadly, they cut it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the book was better because the author tells more detail, while the movie was like in general. not fun. I LIKE DETAILS! but there are some detailed scene in the movie. but not much though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was suppose to have lunch with jinweng today!, since im in sunway. but sadly, he has exams to sit. so, tak jadi. instead i had lunch with fiqa and milya &lt;3 . then charlie cameee. me and the girls makan and he sat there talking and talking. it was fun until i spilled apple juice and terkena phone milya. thank god, her phone was okay now. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we helped milya cari prom dress, since she's goin with razman. it was tiring. to find the perfect dress and shoes was HARD! but we finally found it! yaaay us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo, im going to buy a new phone as my PMR result gift! my brother get playstation 3 ofr his 4 A UPSR result, while my smallest brother get playstation portable for nothing. i mean, is that fair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were buy a laptop, it would be a waste because i'll use family laptop to surf the net. if i were to go on a holiday outside of malaysia (i already been to sydney last march and my mom is going haji next year) it would be expensive. so i pity my parents because they have to invest alot of "ka-chings" on the last trip. so, i have decided to buy sony ericsson xperia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has touch screen, qwerty keyboard, 3G, 3 megapixel camera, navigator (map download-able), handwriting recognition (cool huh?!), bluetooth, Wi-Fi, music player, windows mobile and internet (so far as i know la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=Sony-Ericsson-XPERIA-X1-PDA-PHONE-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/Sony-Ericsson-XPERIA-X1-PDA-PHONE-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=sony-ericsson-xperia-x1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/sony-ericsson-xperia-x1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side kick-like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=sony-ericsson-xperia-x1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/sony-ericsson-xperia-x1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=x1_back.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/x1_back.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice eh? it has almost all the things that i wanted in a single phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy ipod, to me it's a waste of money because i don't hang to ipod or mp3 much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy the big professional cameras, it would be a waste too, because i don't really have the passison to snap pretty pics. and i will not bring it to sunway just to show it off to people that i have expensive camera and tell people that im very "artistic". come on! im not like that. nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy new pots and pans, im pretty sure i'll get fat later on! i would be so happy and proud of my pots and pan that i would cook fatty foods every day! (it could happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy really expensive clothes, it would be a waste too because i dont really care about brands. and im proud to say that i shop at F.O.S for tops. but i buy expensive jeans la cuz im going to use it for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy an expensive pet, nahh i wouldnt. i already have my cat, orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy an expensive bag, nahh. i already have my harrods bag. and i dont need alot of bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to buy a new phone, which i use every single day, it would be neccessary. i use it like every single everyday. its my boring buster. but i do still want to keep my old phone :) i LAVE that phone&lt;3. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it would be nice to hear other people's suggestions? so, tell me babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-1001254601863502423?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1001254601863502423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=1001254601863502423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1001254601863502423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/1001254601863502423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-was-awh-sowme.html' title='twilight was AWH-SOWME'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-269896829034144237</id><published>2008-11-21T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:01:53.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish i say!</title><content type='html'>theres about 124 pages left until i finish eclipse. i like eclipse better than new moon. my "love" for edward cullen grew more and more every time i read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" just be happy, and you can have whatever part of me you want, or none at all, if thats better" - edward cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said this after he knew bella loved jacob- not brotherly love but, IN LOVE with jacob. at this part i hated bella! how can she be so selfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my point of view, edward is every girl's dream guy! eventhough he is as hard as granite, glitters when he's skin hits the sunlight and he's cold body temperature, he loves bella more than anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you can it very clearly; the way he kissed bella, the way the play with her fingers, the way he play with her hair, the way he hug her, the way he says sorry whenever he hurt bella's feelings or made her cry, the way he cuddled up next to bella while she was sleeping, and edward even has a lullaby made for her! he loves bella very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so jealous! GRR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if i were bella, i would leave jacob. i would never do that to edward! i would not kiss jacob in the first place, although i want too. it's just so wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres a story on edward's point of view, im sure he was heart broken to know that bella kissed jacob when the night before that, bella persue edward on having sex! how could her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to hate bella now. you selfish! *took deep breath* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward deserves more. thats all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to finish the rest of eclipse and move on to breaking dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish edward was real and not fiction. it's hard to find a guy that loves a girl like that. heh. cruel world! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-269896829034144237?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/269896829034144237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=269896829034144237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/269896829034144237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/269896829034144237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/selfish-i-say.html' title='selfish i say!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-2969336962656886075</id><published>2008-11-19T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:06:49.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>playstation 3</title><content type='html'>playstation 3, playstation 3. well, i'm just going to post the picture of my ps 3. im too lazy too give my review. hope you can review it yourself :) have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah my bro yang suruh k? not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03482.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03483.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03484.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensitive touch thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wireless control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03486.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game's visual 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03487.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game's visual 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03495.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game's visual 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03489.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the red light? it determine whether you are player one or player two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03490.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this game has it's own stripper club =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03493.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a character named ivy, is fucking sexy. if you are under age, do not buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know about this game :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03496.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabil, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03499.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cd slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all. bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-2969336962656886075?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2969336962656886075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=2969336962656886075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2969336962656886075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/2969336962656886075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/playstation-3.html' title='playstation 3'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6303118978115749804</id><published>2008-11-19T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:54:51.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss fun!</title><content type='html'>howdyyyy people! guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday sucks! i miss my freinds. i miss gossing ith them. mostly i missed nabil akid, who is now in Labuan, and not forgetting, kishen. it's been a long time since we hang out. I MISS YOU ALL LIKE MAD :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=Picture.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the left ; hani, me, milya, ellisa (HA-HA) and akid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant' wait to meet akid in 3 weeks time! whooh! kau dah botak! hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i woke up at 6.30 in the morning. wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to bella's house around 7-ish in the morning(sorry bells), since my mom had to go work early. when i came, i thought i was the earliest. but i was wrong. hajar and her brother, hafiz, came earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked and talked and i cooked sausages for her, since she was hungry and still stink because she tak mandi lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we all went to the padang in front of the school( SMK USJ 13). i saw stick figures in the basketball courts. it was nana, mun hong, and nadira! we were like, "HEY!!!" and "oh my goaddd!!" and "i missed you" haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kiss came along! we screamed! we hugged! i missed her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we play basketall. im not bragging but, im a good basketballer, for an amature. i can make the ball go inside the hoops! alot o times! *bangga* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then move to USJ 16's basketball court because the court there's nicer. then we skiddled to 16's field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ; &lt;br /&gt;play basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nana hit bella on her lips while passing the basketball. her lips were bleeding. :o but nothing serious happend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sambung play play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to stadium!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/DSC03959.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the way, we stop by at 7eleven to rehydrate ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUDINNN!!! and his friends. they were all sweating and smelly. ew. haha. and he's getting taller and tanner! haha kesian kau, and also, slimmer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sambung our walking to stadium. we walk and walk. and we sampai! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring for me -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered non spicy fried kuey teow and one carrot susu. bella shared the food. and we called her gold diggah for some reason! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! carrot susu was really GOOD! so i ordered another one. lepas tu, perut kembung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bla bla bla. eat eat eat. talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we were about to leave there's this some dude saying "bella oh bella" out loud. bella was like "watta hell?!" then we leave. i sensed that the old dude was stalking on us. poeple with no life =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i think those old dudes were perves. pervertos! you know? disturbing young people. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, we went to this playground! it was fun! bella was on the swing, me, kiss, and naz was on the monkey bar, mun hong hong was riding those slide metal thingy, bryan and nana was on the long metal thingy (for balance) and the rest was just resting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we play play play. then we head back to bella's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they played guitar hero, while i was using her laptop. online. i chat with PUDIN!!! and i video call him, though he doesn't have any webcam. i did faces. alot of! and all he could reply was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pudings~&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dot dot dot? heh. then i checked out nadira's I TOUCH! IT WAS FUCKING COOOOL!! when i put the ear phone on, i couldn't hear anything else. it was sound proof ear phones! cool eyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bella made me feeling curious by making faces, saying something and laughing at me. you know, kacau-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we (nadira and i) go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night i went to subang parade and purchase eclipse! now i got the whole saga! WHOOOH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all dudes. thanks for readng this shit :D and sorry for the sucky english and the manglish ( malay + english) language.&lt;br /&gt;boi boi! &lt;3 sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6303118978115749804?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6303118978115749804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6303118978115749804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6303118978115749804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6303118978115749804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-fun.html' title='i miss fun!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6282516399441419642</id><published>2008-11-17T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:58:53.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>babble away</title><content type='html'>hey :) i bought new moon and breaking dawn :D too bad eclipse was out of stock. i was sad. im going to try sunway on eclipse and maybe summit too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting at home was really boring. all i do was eating, sleeping and reading. i was suppose to bake cookies today - since it's my passion- but my mom started talking about how much money that i will spend on buying the ingredients- since my idiotic brother complained, fuck you ass hole- so, now all i do today was reading new moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new moon was less than i expected. FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ NEW MOON, STOP READING. i'm going to tell abit about the story. basically, since the "birthday party at the cullens" didn't turn out well - jasper attacking bella after she gets paper cut from opening her present- the cullens leave forks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when edward said "you're not good enough for me" to bella- in the forest- i felt like i've been stabbed from behind- although it was not pointed to me, but to bella- but i can feel her pain. trust me, it hurts sooo bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story was quite complicated. the main characters in new moon was bella and jacob black now- son of billy black, charlie's friend-  and honestly i find it rather dull. i don't like the fact that bella was hanging out with jacob. i couldn't picture it in my head, as a couple - though they're just best friends. secondly, because the reason i read twilight was because of edward cullen. i missed him. it was sad that he had to leave for denali (i think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't finish reading new moon yet. im in page 300, chapter 13, killer. i still have 263 page left to read. and im going to finish it tomorrow, i hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story, i never thought that jacob was a werewolf. i was schocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the romance. i was looking forward for the romance actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. :| thats a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now. byeee sara&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6282516399441419642?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6282516399441419642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6282516399441419642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6282516399441419642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6282516399441419642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-i-bought-new-moon-and-breaking-dawn.html' title='babble away'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6490239822875521336</id><published>2008-11-13T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:17:43.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot picture alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come and kiss me sara! kiss me HARD!! GRR!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG! how hot is he?! he's FUCKING HOT! he's soo KISSABLE! so YUMMY! so HANDSOME! so EDWARD! hahah but edward is better looking la. haha. honestly im HEAD OVER HEALS for this dude! *swoon* hahaha! i LOVE edward cullen and robert pattinson! WOOOH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6490239822875521336?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6490239822875521336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6490239822875521336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6490239822875521336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6490239822875521336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-picture-alert.html' title='hot picture alert!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-9222892673704186608</id><published>2008-11-12T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:16:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight mania!</title><content type='html'>twilight is one of the movie that i REALLY REALLY want to watch. after i watched the trailer. i fell in love with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxjNDE2fMjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxjNDE2fMjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think no guy can really play edward. i mean, physically edward cullen is PERFECT. i mean PERFECT. the way stephanie describes him is like he's an angel or something! he's features are perfect angles and just plain perfect la! but robert pattinson's nose is not that perfect. he has a slight bump on his nose though that bump is cute on him, to me :D and again, i think he's the best one to play that role. since robert pattinson is also one of the " almost perfect" dudes on earth :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=Edward_Cullen_by_gigikitten808-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/Edward_Cullen_by_gigikitten808-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=TW_RobPattinson01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/TW_RobPattinson01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert pattinson as edward cullen:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=finaltwilight-00088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/finaltwilight-00088.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=finaltwilight-00038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/finaltwilight-00038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristen stewart as bella swan :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the song decode was PERFECT for this movie! the lyrics was SUPERB. it relates to the story. im saying this because some lyrics in some songs are just plain crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I decide what's right,&lt;br /&gt;When you're clouding up my mind?,&lt;br /&gt;I can't win,&lt;br /&gt;You're losing fight,&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ever own what's mine,&lt;br /&gt;When you're always taking sides,&lt;br /&gt;But you won't take away my pride,&lt;br /&gt;No, not this time,&lt;br /&gt;Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?,&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well,&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is hiding in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And it's hanging on your tongue,&lt;br /&gt;Just boiling in my blood,&lt;br /&gt;But you think that I can't see,&lt;br /&gt;What kind of man that you are,&lt;br /&gt;If you're a man at all,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will figure this one out,&lt;br /&gt;On my own,&lt;br /&gt;(I'm screaming, "I love you so")&lt;br /&gt;On my own,&lt;br /&gt;(My thoughts you can't decode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?,&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools,&lt;br /&gt;Of ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools,&lt;br /&gt;Of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?,&lt;br /&gt;I used to know you so well, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to know you so well,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I see in you,&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me,&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephanie said that edward can read other people's mind right? from that, i thought mind reading was AWESOME. well, first i thought super strength would be the best super power you can get. i was wrong. to me mind reading is better. because we can know other people's secret without asking people around and we can know about everybody's fresh thoughts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to twilight, it took me two days to finish reading the book. then, i was like EDWARDEDWARDEDWARD all the time! he's to perfect to be true. i love how stephanie gave edward a such great personality, like, the wanting to know whats on bella's mind, the feeling of becoming a protector to bella, the feeling of first love towards bella, and i love how FUCKING HOT he is!! hahah!! WOOOO~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before all of this "i love edward mayhem" struct me by storm, i was one the people that heard about twilight and would say, "whaa? twilight? okayyy. i'll watch it cuz robert pattinson is in it" having a handsome or beautiful lead actor/actress is very important. i mean, would you want to watch the movie if the lead actor was oogly? unless, the movie WAS about oogly people. haha. having a handsome actor in the movie makes huge impact. because i would only watch the movie if the actor was hot. thats my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/?action=view&amp;current=twilight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee298/sar_couture898/twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture on my twilight book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i made my mind to buy the book and read it (after watching the trailer). the story was AWESOME! i love how bella gets eager and anxious to just look at edward's face. only to look at his face! i mean, i've through that state. i can relate her eagerness and anxiousness. and how bella felt when she was walking or standing or sitting next to him, how bella felt his cold lips pressed against her lips when they kissed, how edward tucked her hair behind her ears before her gym class, how the feeling when edward said his first i love you to bella. you can already know that all this stuff that edward did to bella was really meaningful. only people who has deep thougths can really feel this and can really relate to this. people who really know what love means. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i can't wit to buy the whole saga :D wee~~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all i can say about twilight and sorry for the wrong grammars and english flaws, i just suck in languanges. :D byesss!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-9222892673704186608?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/9222892673704186608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=9222892673704186608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/9222892673704186608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/9222892673704186608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/11/edward-cullen-is-whom-i-love.html' title='twilight mania!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5937770744188148911</id><published>2008-10-26T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:27:00.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls day out affair</title><content type='html'>it was friday. me, syaza,tracey, brynn, aifa and julia went to sunway! weee~ it was girls day out. plus, were also watched High School Musical 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/high+school++musical+3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z203/tokyolegend/SONG%20ABLUM/COVER-154.jpg" border="0" alt="VA - High School Musical 3 Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to sunway at 2.00 pm. the first thing that we do when we reached sunway, we go to the cinema to claim our tickets. and we saw sharmaine!! weee~ she was hot! she was a sweet heart to help claimed our the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went WINDOW SHOPPING! hahaha! we tried on cute small dresses. we went to this boutique called, uhhh.... i forgot. anyways, me, tracey, syaza and aifa tried on some dresses. i tried on the apple-printed mini tube dress. they said i looked like barbie. heeheehee... i was flattered. who doesn't? tracey tried on this red mini tube dress which i think was sooooo hot! syaza tried on a pink top and aifa tried on ... uhhh i forgot. heehee. i dont have the photos right now, but i'll put it on myspace soon! it was fun! i never felt so sexxy! and my friend never looked so sexxy too. HA-HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to watch High School Musical 3. we bought pop corn, drinks and chips. then we went into the cinema. the first person that appeared on the screen was zac. and he was sweating! i never knew he was THAT hot! me and tracey was like "aaahhhhh!!" but not loudly la. and i also never knew that he has muscles. GRRR! i've never seen a guy that was THAT sexxy. HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was nice. but i expected to be bigger and grander you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/high+school++musical+3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg232/soyjuiceplease/Celebrity%20Images/vezfrn.jpg" border="0" alt="High School Musical 3 Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/high+school++musical+3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk297/Jemily321/highschoolmusical3firstlook1.jpg" border="0" alt="High School Musical 3 Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/high+school++musical+3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn103/chessa_123/high-school-musical-3-troyella.jpg" border="0" alt="thangs Pictures, Images and Photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite scenes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went window shopping some more! we went to forever 21 and the rest we went to small boutiques at asian avenue. it was fun! we got hungry and ate at mc donalds. i ordered Big n Tasty set. since we don't have much time to sit around, me and my unfinished burger left mc donald. i looked like someone that haven't eat for 3 days. i have the burger on my right hand and coke on my left hand. the girls laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tracey race us to the stairs near the entrance and i almost chocked because i was chewing on the last bite of Big n Tasty. but i was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was a fun experience. can't wait for another outing! and i will, put on the photos on myspace soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh, and i'll let you know on the "PS 3 scandal" on my next blog! &lt;br /&gt;tata, LOVE; sara&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5937770744188148911?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5937770744188148911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5937770744188148911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5937770744188148911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5937770744188148911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-day-out-affair.html' title='girls day out affair'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z203/tokyolegend/SONG%20ABLUM/th_COVER-154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-637218955561124183</id><published>2008-10-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:28:24.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy and flaws.</title><content type='html'>it's everybodies dream to have the perfect partner. the guys wants to have a girlfriend who has big chest, big butts, have the coke bottle shape, beautiful eyes, lucious red lips, soft flawless skin, soft small arms, smart, understanding, athlatics, sweet, passionate, great kisser, and etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on the girls side, they like guys who is tall, muscular, romantic, loyal, always by her side, atheletics, a sweet heart, a sweet talker (only to her and not other girls), remembers the important dates, smart, has beautiful eyes, has soft lips and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? no one in the world has what you want. so, deal with other peoples flaws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship, theres always fights. big fights, small fights, medium fights and whatever fights la. fights normally caused because the girlfriend/boyfriend who is like close with some guy/girl. and then the fight will be like " why are you friends with her?" asked the girlfriend. and he'll reply "she's my bestie since forever! of course we're friends." and the girlfriend will be like "i don't like her" and the convo will go on and on....fighting because he's close with his girl bestfriend and the girlfriend hate it. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the girlfriend don't &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; him thats why?! did you know that everyone has a life? a life even before you guys are together. in every relationship must have freedom. it's okay to get a little jealous, but don't go all cuckoo just because of that! you don't want to be called as the control king or control queen don't cha? give space. get to know your partner's friend. control your jealousy. it will never take you anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think there's a perfect someone outhere for you? there is, isn't it? well chances are like &lt;strong&gt;0.001%&lt;/strong&gt; :) one problem that i have mostly found is that you people love to checks on your partner's &lt;strong&gt;flaws&lt;/strong&gt;. for example; jenny has this laugh which is really annoying. and her boyfriend george hates it. whenever she laughs, george will tell her to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have one thing to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCK IT UP GEORGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one is perfect&lt;/strong&gt;. so are you george. if you can't accept jenny's flaws, go find another girl that actually have a cute laugh. but you never looked at jenny's brightside. jenny supports you in everything. she was always there for george. even in the rain. so instead of looking at her awful laugh, look at her good qualities. you might never find a girl that have what jenny has. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lotsa stuff to tell actually, but i'll update it later. this is all just my opinion. a world will be a better place if stop fighting you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-637218955561124183?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/637218955561124183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=637218955561124183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/637218955561124183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/637218955561124183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/10/jealousy-and-flaws.html' title='jealousy and flaws.'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-5254602429867114508</id><published>2008-10-23T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:50:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my fingernails ~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAlnW7b9zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-tfyNPYXRm0/s1600-h/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAlnW7b9zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-tfyNPYXRm0/s320/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260245722868741938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool eh? hot pink and white. like french menicure XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAlnNDV-fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ECjlBvCLBqI/s1600-h/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAlnNDV-fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ECjlBvCLBqI/s320/DSC03030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260245720217549298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee ;) i was bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAlnIBkHuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yZkfjbF96_4/s1600-h/DSC03034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAlnIBkHuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yZkfjbF96_4/s320/DSC03034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260245718867910370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAsNNvmGLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_KkMGK6ekCA/s1600-h/DSC03000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAsNNvmGLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_KkMGK6ekCA/s320/DSC03000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260252970307950770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys! my mommy dont let me put full pic of myself :) heehee but u can knw how i look like right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-5254602429867114508?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5254602429867114508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=5254602429867114508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5254602429867114508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/5254602429867114508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-fingernails.html' title='my fingernails ~~'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SQAlnW7b9zI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-tfyNPYXRm0/s72-c/DSC03035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6346264720810105861</id><published>2008-10-20T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:59:20.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day oh day~</title><content type='html'>today is really boring. really. i online like almost 3 hours now. yeah sitting infront of the computer and typing and surfing other webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the suckiest thing is that my internet is f*ckin slow and always disconnect by it self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like F*CK YOU damn computer. i scream at the computer like a cuckoo. you'd be like, who the hell is that women?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. i'm watching this video clip on channel [v] where this lady wearing a spandex and pvc outfit. it's in red. it look so... uhh.. hooker-ish and futuristic in the same time. its kinda cool but i think the outfit is too small for her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and they are like shooting each other with this "futuristic gun".it looks sooo toy-ish. too bad that the song was sucki-ish. and i've never heard of that band also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha me criticising people. i like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i just painted my nails. it's bright sunny yellow! im gonna snap a picture of it and im gonna post it later. haha! okay. yesterday, as i was about to go to school, i smelt something nasty. when i searched for the smell, it was cat poo. i blame the stray cat, that we named stella, for it. she thinks that she's pregnant and she can do anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after she gave birth later on, i'll take her kittens and i'll kill her! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA no-la. i won't. im too nice to kill a cat anyway. i think cats are cute. ellisa said that cats are too cute that it make her want to squish them. i was like, no, u can't squish them. they're too cute. and it's evil. then she was like, i don't care, i want ot squish them :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't. i don't think ellisa have a heart to do that. she's a saint. heehee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got to go. i need to feed my stomach. it's been growling since an hour ago. haha. later &lt;3sara shambles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6346264720810105861?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6346264720810105861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6346264720810105861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6346264720810105861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6346264720810105861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-oh-day.html' title='day oh day~'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250161775163090603.post-6529154310332957057</id><published>2008-10-20T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:11:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR IS FREAKING OVER!</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! first week of post PMR! im so freaking happy! now, i know my password to my blog, i will update my blog! weee~ haha. okay, so, PMR (Penilaian Menengah Rendah or Junior High School Eaxamination) is practically a HUGE test for us 15 year old Malaysians. its going to determine our future. so, it's really important for us to score with flying colours! woooh! haha there are 8 subjects that we HAVE to take. it's bahasa malaysia ( malaysian language), english (yeah we learn english too), mathematics, science, geography, history, kemahiran hidup (living skills) and agama islam (islamic religion). so, as for me, i want to score all A's, i mean who doesn't right? let me tell you something, it was easy. i mean for me, it was not as tough as i thought it would be.i'm not saying that im smart but, i can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after PMR was like heaven on earth for pupils like me. we studied hard (well not actually) and were like screaming on the day that we did our last paper! HA-HA i know you guys would think us as freaks but who the hell cares? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, it's 3 days after PMR and i don't know what to do at home. i want to hang out with my friends but, my mom don't let me since i did something that pissed her off,so i can't go out. so now, i HAVE to do what she wants in order for me to go out. it's my responsibilities to do it, but i'm just a lazy ass kid. everybody is sometimes right? i don't blame her. she's my mom. she suppose to do that and I LOVE HER&lt;3. back to the story, post PMR is actually quite boring. i have to admit that. because i have nothing to do at all at home. what? online every single day? thats only for peoples who have no life. i have a life and i want to live my life to the fullest. so what i do at home is make my "adorable" brother cries. its REALLY FUN. evil? don't think so. it's a pleasure to hear that screaming. HA-HA-HA. wait, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i shall go. i need to do inform my friends about my blog. i haven't update it for sooooo long! and sorry for the wrong grammars. i suck in languages. both malay language and english language. tata &lt;3 sarashambles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6250161775163090603-6529154310332957057?l=sarashambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6529154310332957057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6250161775163090603&amp;postID=6529154310332957057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6529154310332957057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250161775163090603/posts/default/6529154310332957057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarashambles.blogspot.com/2008/10/pmr-is-freaking-over.html' title='PMR IS FREAKING OVER!'/><author><name>sarashambles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02493804533620355062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATtGjEnvkms/SbjV3Y4f4JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ffkpaA91Brs/S220/DSC08196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
