<?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-5380346649671197600</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:43:51.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My online diary,</title><subtitle type='html'>where nobody will ever wanna read it, because im too stupid to write a diary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-1201334933573644708</id><published>2008-10-06T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:41:44.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 1 week Raya holiday</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day.  Tomorrow/Later will have to go to school again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw .. I hate him !! coz his face keep appearing in my mind !! I saw strawberry also think of him !! hate him coz i cry again !! arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is I still pray for him .. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-1201334933573644708?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/1201334933573644708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=1201334933573644708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1201334933573644708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1201334933573644708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-1-week-raya-holiday.html' title='End of 1 week Raya holiday'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-3213813890696994262</id><published>2008-08-04T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:44:23.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum said...</title><content type='html'>mum said... are you crazy? why you cut yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... maybe, to release stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said... after you cut yourself, what did you get?&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... nothing!...&lt;br /&gt;But instead I said... I feel better after cutting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said... after you cut yourself, your problems still haven't solved!&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... I still feel better!&lt;br /&gt;But instead I said... Yes, I agree with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said... and you get hurt also! you feel pain!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... I don't care, I like it!&lt;br /&gt;But instead I said... Yes, it does feel pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said... I carry you in my tummy for 10 months, give birth to you, now you big already you hurt yourself like that!?&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;But instead ... I said nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said... I might as well cut off your arms and legs myself!&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;But instead... I said nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum said... don't put too much feelings in to him...&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... I already put all my feelings in to him... I love him&lt;br /&gt;But instead... I said nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how do I feel, how I treated him, how I helped him, how I love him, what he promised me, how he hurt me... I told mum almost everything....&lt;br /&gt;But mum said... don't put too much feelings in to him !!! most probably he will .......................... change..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said we are so cute when we are together...&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... I think I don't match for him.. he deserved a better girl than me...&lt;br /&gt;But instead I said... Really? I think he is the one who is cute, not me... and I love him very much !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend said he is a nice boy... very good... I made a good choice...&lt;br /&gt;I want to say... I still think I don't match for him...&lt;br /&gt;But instead..... I forgot what I said.... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the times he holding my hand.... I feel safe..... when I cry, I use the same hand that he hold to wipe the tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the times we standing so close together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make his short and rough hair messy but I failed =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered his voice, his smile... he enjoying playing with his flute, violin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he still be wearing that necklace...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this, while wondering why I keep crying at house..infront mum, infront of monitor, infront of my books, at school, infront all my classmates, friends, best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends for they tried everything to make me laugh back.... but I kept on crying....&lt;br /&gt;I cry and I laugh... like a crazy person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends too for they care about me ... they almost become crazy when they saw the cuttings on my hand... they asked "Why? Look at me, tell me, why are you doing this?" but I kept on shaking my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to my friends for I din't tell them what made me cry, what had happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din't chat with him today... maybe now he sleeping already ....&lt;br /&gt;But instead... I chat with his friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh .. going to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-3213813890696994262?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/3213813890696994262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=3213813890696994262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/3213813890696994262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/3213813890696994262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/08/mum-said.html' title='mum said...'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-8287607360746130802</id><published>2008-08-04T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:26:44.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful?</title><content type='html'>*忧伤的童话*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许爱情是一部忧伤的童话&lt;br /&gt;惟其遥远与真实&lt;br /&gt;惟其不可触摸与欠缺&lt;br /&gt;方可成就起璀璨与神圣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;放弃一个很爱你的人，并不痛苦&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;放弃一个你很爱的人，那才痛苦&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱上一个不爱你的人，那更痛苦&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若是有缘，&lt;br /&gt;时间，空间都不是问题&lt;br /&gt;若是无缘，&lt;br /&gt;终是相聚也是无法会意&lt;br /&gt;凡是不必太在意，更不需去强求&lt;br /&gt;就让一切随缘吧。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;逃避，不一定逃得过&lt;br /&gt;面对，不一定最难过&lt;br /&gt;孤单，不一定不快乐&lt;br /&gt;得到，不一定能长久&lt;br /&gt;失去，不一定不再拥有&lt;br /&gt;也许因为某个原因让自己伤心难过&lt;br /&gt;但你却能找个理由让自己快乐&lt;br /&gt;相爱无非是要快乐&lt;br /&gt;两个人不能快乐，不如一个人快乐&lt;br /&gt;两个人痛苦，不如成全另一个人快乐&lt;br /&gt;爱，是一种感受，即使痛苦也会觉得&lt;em&gt;幸福&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱，是一种体会，即使心碎也会觉得&lt;em&gt;甜蜜&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱，是一种经历，即使破碎也会觉得&lt;em&gt;美丽&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些失去的注定的，&lt;br /&gt;有些缘分是永远不会有结果的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱一个人不一定要拥有。。。。。。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱一个人不孤单，想一个人才孤单&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;静静的想念，孤独的享受&lt;br /&gt;放开天上的云朵，抛开遗留的誓言&lt;br /&gt;虽然遗憾，但是不会痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱一个人，失去了，就会留下一个伤口&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;永远都有隐隐作痛&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;不要因为寂寞而错爱；不要因为错爱而寂寞&lt;/strong&gt;。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-8287607360746130802?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/8287607360746130802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=8287607360746130802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/8287607360746130802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/8287607360746130802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/08/meaningful.html' title='Meaningful?'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-5706491218524855029</id><published>2008-07-28T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:20:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning, 28th day of July, Monday</title><content type='html'>Last night forced myself to act like nothing has happened... I guess he doesn't know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Everything are still like just happened few seconds ago ... Saturday, Sunday... Last night sleeping on a wet pillow ... dream of him.... Guess what? in that dream, he walking away with the one he love, not me... he dump me away .. and said something horrible to me.. " I don't love you ! It's a lie!"  It was indeed a "sweet dreams" .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-5706491218524855029?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/5706491218524855029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=5706491218524855029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/5706491218524855029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/5706491218524855029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-28th-day-of-july-monday.html' title='Morning, 28th day of July, Monday'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-4465437140781544921</id><published>2008-07-27T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:18:06.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th day of July, Sunday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, hugging my teddy bear.. crying.  1 bread for breakfast, cold orange juice for lunch.. coughing.. air for dinner, being forced to drink hot chocolate for supper, because im shivering.. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody feel bad because they cant eat, hungry.  I feel good and happy because not eating .. Today woke up at 10 something... feeling like crap! No breakfast... After shower, get dressed, went to church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting inside such beautiful and comfortable church, listening to choir singing, pastor talking ... my shallow eye.. full of tears.. makes my vision blurry.. suddenly, i can see everything clear again... it was, my tears flow out.. drop by drop...... uncontrolable. I have to wipe them secretly, silently..... I tried to look upwards but it didn't work.. at all... I don't know why.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to violin class at 4:30pm. Same time with him .. I'm happy to see him, but in the mean time, I'm feel kind of sad, angry... I din't talk to him.. din't look at him in the eyes .. When he is leaving, I actually don't want him to leave.... but .. what to do.. Maybe he got other things to do, so .. I let him go .. Watching him walking away with tons of books and his new violin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he is so worried .. i will act to be strong in front of him...  keep all things inside, so he will be less worrying .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-4465437140781544921?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/4465437140781544921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=4465437140781544921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/4465437140781544921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/4465437140781544921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/27th-day-of-july-sunday.html' title='27th day of July, Sunday'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-2489096665902278332</id><published>2008-07-22T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:44:46.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no mood #1</title><content type='html'>no mood at all at school. now hands shaking like phone ringing in silent mode.. suddenly wanna cry.  felt so pressure ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-2489096665902278332?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/2489096665902278332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=2489096665902278332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/2489096665902278332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/2489096665902278332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-mood-1.html' title='no mood #1'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-3944140367110017557</id><published>2008-07-18T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:27:10.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 18 July 2008</title><content type='html'>Today.. so tired... Came back from school, take off shoes, put down bag, shower, lunch, doing homework, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wake up already 8 something.  Shower again, dinner, sleep again .......... Although I missed him all day long, but my lazy eyes keep closing .. I wake up again , this time almost 11.  He sent me a sms, saying he going to sleep already..... Oh well.. there's always tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-3944140367110017557?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/3944140367110017557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=3944140367110017557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/3944140367110017557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/3944140367110017557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-18-july-2008.html' title='Friday, 18 July 2008'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-5390665764358464488</id><published>2008-07-17T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:58:24.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold cold ...</title><content type='html'>This afternoon raining so heavily, now still very cold leh ... makes me think back those days..&lt;br /&gt;People are busy finding shelter while I am busy playing with raindrops ... hahaha~  Now no more lo.. nobody teman me also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep when it was raining.. sigh ~ so tired !  Everyday go to school, doing the same thing.  Learning, answering questions, dreaming, doing homeworks.. zzzzz ~  Today my friend sick lo, vomit and stomach ache.. Plus, her bus left her.. So my dad fetch us home ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biology class today ... teacher don't know go where, maybe go check up or something.  Somehow I feel happy whenever there's no bio class... zzz ~ my dream of being a forensic ... cannot come true already if my bio results are so chammm ! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we get free The Star newspaper.. Just a part of it, and since it's so boring in Maths' class, I draw on the newspaper, I colour the big bold white words ..... and suddenly, "Ong Wan Lin!" Teacher called me.  I thought he is going to scold me for drawing newspapers, but actually he just want to give me back my exercise book... =x So... I continued drawing ~ muahahaha ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my mum called, say her car sick already ~ , engine cannot start ~ she said she heard her engine coughing, sneezing, shivering , and .. and.. and .. and .. coughing and coughing and coughing .. Papa now going to jeti to wait her .. I guess the car will be staying at the island for 1 night.. I'm gonna miss that car ~ *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-5390665764358464488?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/5390665764358464488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=5390665764358464488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/5390665764358464488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/5390665764358464488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/cold-cold.html' title='cold cold ...'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-2496380406622266165</id><published>2008-07-15T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:36:55.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed</title><content type='html'>The assembly of SMKPR ~ a 1 hour time that you can't talk, if got caught have to read prayers infront of all students !! A voice come from nowhere : *shhhhh !! diam la*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=____=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today changed some rules already lor, after assembly every morning, prefects have to stand in front and back of a line to make sure students passed the 'checkpoints' zzzzz....... even jacket also cannot wear liao, like this cold until become ice also nevermind lu ~ At bm class my friend and I busy doing last week's homeworks, din't listen to teacher at all.. hahaha ~~~ Today Lina brought her camera to take pictures with teachers that come for practical ones.. This Friday is their last day here lor.. so, whole class took pictures together ... but still want us to give other photos of ourselves.. haih ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new scout pants, ok ok loh .. still better than nothing ma hor ~ and I bought some t-shirts and a long pants.. nice also lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now sleeping lor, hope later he can finish his work faster then sleep lor ... I just now pack finish my bag only found out that summary must pass up tomorrow .. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to use my brain lo ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-2496380406622266165?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/2496380406622266165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=2496380406622266165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/2496380406622266165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/2496380406622266165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/changed.html' title='changed'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-4132286682400253326</id><published>2008-07-14T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:11:30.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice weather</title><content type='html'>Today ~ Sunday ~ the day I go to church with my parents and grandmother .. Usually after church the sun will be baking all of us, but today it seems like the sun is busy baking other places.. and cloudy ~ good chance to look at clouds and sky ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today din't sms him o.. give him peacefully tuition for one day ba ~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at monitor , daydreaming .. then suddenly 6 pm already ~ I suddenly feel so happy, don't know why, maybe because its time to play my violin ~ I tried to play violin while walking, not bad, out of tune little bit ... and I tried to memorise some songs ~ I can play minuet 2 while walking, I shall practice with other songs.. hahahaha ~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till night, I mean , now, he still doing his moral things, and he asked me if I want to sleep early or not.. I said no, and I told him I got this and that to do, bla bla bla, actually I just want teman him lo .. Hope he won't angryy .. Don't angry lo mister tan ~~ ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-4132286682400253326?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/4132286682400253326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=4132286682400253326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/4132286682400253326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/4132286682400253326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/nice-weather.html' title='a nice weather'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-7977694559442188722</id><published>2008-07-12T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:22:17.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first time</title><content type='html'>Today o, he invite me to go to the concert at auto city .. I'm quite nervous .. hehe .. His parents fetched us there.. There got many people lor, want find a place to eat also hard.. but we still somehow managed to found a place to sit ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paid for my ice-cream , hehe actually I also paiseh .. After eating, we went in to the concert there, we both can only see the big screen from behind.. Standing for awhile, then we walk around and around and around .. He very cute o, he always open the door for me.. I try kacau him , I asked him to lend me his hand for awhile ~&lt;br /&gt;Wa.. can hold his hand for awhile , happy neh ~~~ I compared my hand to his , almost the same size ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stand near the entrance, waiting for his parents to come fetch us home... We chat while waiting.. hehe ~ then it starts to rain ...... We ran into car, and there's traffic jam.. I was looking at him in the car .. then fell asleep .. so paiseh nia ... hehehe ... When he wake me up, it is almost reach my home de .. my hair was messy due to sleeping inside car, so I untie my hair better ~ hehe ... So happy today ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks ~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-7977694559442188722?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/7977694559442188722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=7977694559442188722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7977694559442188722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7977694559442188722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-first-time.html' title='Our first time'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-6093887488767765674</id><published>2008-07-07T18:21:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:06:31.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To KL With Friends and Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH77meZTBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/evUJpvypm4c/s1600-h/PICT2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220230444458003474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH77meZTBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/evUJpvypm4c/s320/PICT2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last day lor, we were at Nilai 3 .. There sell textiles one.. we don't have interest with that also..  In the pic, there's 9 people including me, got another 2 don't know go where already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH6y2g6DXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lnAXmwnvTw8/s1600-h/PICT2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220229194633055602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH6y2g6DXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lnAXmwnvTw8/s320/PICT2245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putrajaya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH6HKq7dNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/egbty7BtMsc/s1600-h/PICT2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220228444129555666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH6HKq7dNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/egbty7BtMsc/s320/PICT2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and me. My fingers look weird ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH4v6uKIfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kmJL80IMkSA/s1600-h/PICT2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220226945199514098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH4v6uKIfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kmJL80IMkSA/s320/PICT2206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheez ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH4PALn1FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cijhGV33Mxg/s1600-h/PICT2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220226379729589330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH4PALn1FI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cijhGV33Mxg/s320/PICT2194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current wallpaper.  I think it's not bad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH3lndHX3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/I2MHJhhVfVA/s1600-h/PICT2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220225668717436786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH3lndHX3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/I2MHJhhVfVA/s320/PICT2192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act ghost, although I'm afraid of ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH2lS3v32I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f118rtQBj9A/s1600-h/PICT2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220224563680370530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH2lS3v32I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f118rtQBj9A/s320/PICT2184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.. don't make me angry !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH1woGc0cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2qrlVPdJUPU/s1600-h/PICT2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220223658846114242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH1woGc0cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2qrlVPdJUPU/s320/PICT2163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of reflection of KL tower, the camel of AmBank ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting !! *drum rolls ~~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH1N_NXYlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BlzxPSgLE-M/s1600-h/PICT2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220223063753712210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH1N_NXYlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BlzxPSgLE-M/s320/PICT2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia's Tilting Tower ~~~ hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH0qVrTmII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kCRWAqKJPCI/s1600-h/PICT2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220222451309582466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH0qVrTmII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kCRWAqKJPCI/s320/PICT2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosque.  We changed to casual wear after 'ponteng' at KLCC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH0KoFkEVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lsppfL2HPac/s1600-h/PICT2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220221906495738194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH0KoFkEVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lsppfL2HPac/s320/PICT2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies of Kuala Lumpur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHzcJb14hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7SGwp7b0Yd4/s1600-h/PICT2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220221107993698834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHzcJb14hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7SGwp7b0Yd4/s320/PICT2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time to Petrosains~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHyy6aUVaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xPh7t0FdCeI/s1600-h/PICT2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220220399586137506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHyy6aUVaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xPh7t0FdCeI/s320/PICT2140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look !! My sharp teeth !! Don't ever come near me like this girl who is taking my picture !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHyGb4lqBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TTy-kpVZQig/s1600-h/PICT2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220219635477358610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHyGb4lqBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TTy-kpVZQig/s320/PICT2129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Planeterium Negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHwnjmISaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7lzG0soumCc/s1600-h/PICT2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220218005459847586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHwnjmISaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7lzG0soumCc/s320/PICT2108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband &amp;amp; wife rabbits ( I guess ) They are cute, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHvydigqPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0f8Byq8dDL0/s1600-h/PICT2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220217093300988146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHHvydigqPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0f8Byq8dDL0/s320/PICT2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho ~ Me at Pusat Sains Negara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH84iRMnyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QXKl3XDHbdg/s1600-h/PICT2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220231491300925218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH84iRMnyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QXKl3XDHbdg/s320/PICT2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday cake ~ My dad gave me a present, which is .. Give me try to drive a car.  With him beside of course ~ haha .. That was fun ~ I managed to make the engine "si huey" a few times ~ keke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-6093887488767765674?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/6093887488767765674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=6093887488767765674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6093887488767765674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6093887488767765674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-kl-with-friends-and-teachers.html' title='A Trip To KL With Friends and Teachers'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SHH77meZTBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/evUJpvypm4c/s72-c/PICT2263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-7928541509799299063</id><published>2008-07-03T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:10:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>Uh... what a tired day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my add maths teacher din't show up. I'm glad she din't because if she'd came, I'd still doing her homework now ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, physics, we learn about pressure in liquid and atmosphere.  Today no bio class also ~~ yipeeeee ~ but then after recess my best friend cry leh.... I tried to pujuk her, but I let her cry, because I know after crying she'll back to normal.  I even think that I'm her counselor already ..&lt;br /&gt;I told her, if she doesn't like someone, she should tell that person directly and not keep inside her heart.  And also, if someone want to do something that involves her and she doesn't like, she should not challenge that person like "pergi la, saya tak takut! "  Instead, she should say it out what she feels, straightfoward.  I gave her some examples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether she is listening or not, but I guess she did.  After all she feels much better after that.  I pujuk her until my mouth dry -.-! Thanks to my bm teacher.. if he din't come, I think she will cry for 1 hour plus .... phew ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry teacher said my whole class is in a critical condition, "dah nazak la".. because hor, he asked us a question, we don't know what's the answer.  When he explain to us the answer, he relate to something which he thinks it will make us understand more, but it get worse.  I see his face like wanna bang the Great Wall of China already.. hahahahah.. I'll get to him jumping down from KLCC tomorrow.  I'm sure.  Who ask him to arrange additional class !?!?! hehehe ~~ just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is, don't know where he get a towel, he wipe his face with that, and then put at table.  You know lah, table so dirty one, he use that towel to wipe also afterwards.  When he explain that same answer, he had used up all his words already.  He use the towel wipe his face, from neck to hair, and then put the towel on his head.. his looked so funny leh that time.. Pity him... he said he never went to training for teaching, he teach us by his own experience.  Maybe that's why even he bang the Great Wall of China, jump down from KLCC, also we can't understand, or maybe understand a little little little bit ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-7928541509799299063?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/7928541509799299063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=7928541509799299063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7928541509799299063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7928541509799299063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-day.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-7335373058658741269</id><published>2008-06-29T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:44:25.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My violin baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;lalalalalala ~ It's finally over ~ I performed not that bad .. well... it is all the microphone's fault ! Uncle put it too near me and I din't even noticed it. When the music starts, my bow hit the mic and I'm shocked... and I can only continue back after few secs .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, it's not in my imagination. I feel sad after I reached home and looking back the video that my papa took. Maybe I have a very high expectations for myself, that's why... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind, I went to Giant with my papa, and I noticed some colour wolfs keep looking at me.. I don't think I want to wear that for shopping next time ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SGZp_MESAmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1_7z5C_LF5k/s1600-h/PICT2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216973752647156322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SGZp_MESAmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1_7z5C_LF5k/s320/PICT2285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and my baby ~~~~ If it talks, I wanna say : I love you ~~~ baby ~~&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/5380346649671197600-7335373058658741269?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/7335373058658741269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=7335373058658741269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7335373058658741269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7335373058658741269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-violin-baby.html' title='My violin baby'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SGZp_MESAmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1_7z5C_LF5k/s72-c/PICT2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-1074776020206442660</id><published>2008-06-27T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:37:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I din't write at all, because I came home from school almost 4 something in the afternoon.  Then I rested for awhile, then it's 7 pm already.  I have to go to Butterworth for rehearsal/practice my violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached there, soon another guy arrives.  We practice together first, then later on another girl came.  I think we're doing great.  After the practice, I get to know that guy's name, where he studies and phone number, but I forgotten to ask the girl one =.=!  Haih.. nevermind la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now that guy sms me for my msn, I gave him.  I'm happy to have 2 new friends from other schools ^^~  Anyway tomorrow is the day.  Just thinking of it makes me nervous, don't know when standing at stage I can perform well, good, not bad or bad..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today pj time, almost all from my class wears class t-shirt.  Looks cool, although the shirt looks normal =D  today is just another normal day, nothing special...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-1074776020206442660?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/1074776020206442660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=1074776020206442660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1074776020206442660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1074776020206442660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-6520554083592759059</id><published>2008-06-25T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:17:41.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Today is Wednesday, 25th June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine days after my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Wednesday very much, because it's Hari Badan Beruniform.  I hate wearing that stupid black shoes, which makes my foot pain and uncomfortable sometimes and I hate kawad.  I hate the heat, I hate that I have nobody to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, today add maths class, teacher wants to check our work row by row, but the last row never check. Lucky me, I was sitting on the last row, muahahahahahaha!! Then we discussed about our homework... She explained everything thoroughly to us.  Actually this teacher not bad, just a little bit nag-gy.  She loved to nag us probably because she have nobody else to nag.. =D  just kidding ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, at the physics lab.  We moved on to the new chapter, err.... pressure and force.. or something like that.  I managed to answer the question correctly =D  why is it always so hard when it's in exam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, there's some exhibition about colleges.  My whole class was there.  Unfortunately, there's no course for Forensics... I wonder why .. forensic is cool, why no college provide this course wor ... sigh, nevermind.  There are all about nursing, engineering, tourism, hotel management, chef ...... I was enjoying the exhibition when suddenly a classmate of mine, said that we must go to biology lab right away, because our bio teacher angry already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to bio lab and continue studying.  Although she is pregnant but she still can scold us loudly .. we were afraid of her, so we quickly finish our PEKA and pass up.  Recess time is in between 2 period of biology... how weird... I quickly eat and then go back into the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's BM class.  So boring.... Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday also got 2 period of BM, everyday see the teacher's face for 1 hour plus, arghhhhhhh ! He gave some homework for us to do and I bet most of the malays already finished it.  I will do it tonight .. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chem teacher din't show up, because most of the teachers went for somekind of stupid meeting.  But, he managed to find a big periodic table for us.  It got all the formula and colourful periodic table.  Price tag : RM 2.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch is 4 pieces of Tiger chocolate biscuit, the left from recess.  Not very full but at least I ate something ~ Then all of us stand under the cruel sun for don't know how long, but to me, every second feels like an hour !! Imagine this, black hair, long-sleeve shirt, scarf on neck, long dark blue pants, black leather shoes and under the afternoon 2pm sun.  very very the hotttt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we kawad, I made somebody's shoe 'open mouth', and that form 6 guy keep say I deliberately do that one .. grrrr... and after kawad, pengerusi annouced that, we no need to wear full uniform to school anymore ~~~ we can wear scout t-shirts to school ~ weeeeeeeeeeee ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;actually not that happy at all, my friend from PBSM were mad about those lower 6 people. my not-so-close friend at scout also mad about a girl who thinks she is veryyyyy pretty.  frankly she looks fat, her face round like a ball =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practiced my violin, I think I'm not that bad already ... or maybe not ..? Hmmm........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-6520554083592759059?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/6520554083592759059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=6520554083592759059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6520554083592759059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6520554083592759059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-8466205908091412397</id><published>2008-06-22T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:22:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin performing</title><content type='html'>Today is the same old Saturday, waking up at 10am, wash face, brush teeth, eat breakfast, shower, go to violin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it is the same old Saturday but in fact, it's not ! I walk into the room, my teacher told me that next saturday got music performance at Sunway, and she asked me want to take part in it or not.  I'm not quite sure I can do it or not, but since I have performed when I was small, I agreed.  Tomorrow have another class because I was absent last Saturday.  Tomorrow is a replacement but instead, I got a chance to meet my partners, which we will perform together next Saturday.  We will practice together tomorrow ~~~~ I'm looking foward to it... I hope I won't be afraid when at stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back when I was Form 2, my crazy teacher asked me to take part in the story telling competition.  When at stage, my arms and legs shake so terribly, and I talk too soft until the speaker got no sound come out... hahaha ~~ I think they were laughing at me down there. How sad ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, I'll post some photos of mine at KL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-8466205908091412397?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/8466205908091412397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=8466205908091412397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/8466205908091412397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/8466205908091412397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/06/violin-performing.html' title='Violin performing'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-792357159084294482</id><published>2008-06-03T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:04:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad things</title><content type='html'>All the sad things happened.  Well, not all, but .. sigh... don't know how to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 sad things altogether.  My uncle .. he .. passed away at saturday.  I went to Tambun, but I don't dare to watch him on his face.  Not because I did something wrong to him, it's just I'm afraid to see a corpse .. Don't know why .. *sigh* I hope uncle won't mad at me for not looking at him for the last time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is, maybe it's a good one, maybe it's a bad one... that is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally confronted him.  I asked him the question that I wanted to ask him, and he replied the answer as I expected as well.  I know, the problem is on me.  I'm too stupid and I'm just too young to involve in relationships ( or that's what elders said ), I need to focus on my studies... I have my target, and it's hard for me, but I'm sure I can do it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he still can't get over with his ex... but likes me too .. I don't know what to do.. But I think I'm doing the right thing, isn't it.  This way, I can focus on my studies and I won't headache over these relationships problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, feeling passes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amelyn~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-792357159084294482?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/792357159084294482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=792357159084294482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/792357159084294482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/792357159084294482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/06/sad-things.html' title='sad things'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-7110647174067048853</id><published>2008-05-28T16:49:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:40:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0hchkhgDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5Wf9Mik2xY0/s1600-h/PICT2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205353518241775666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0hchkhgDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5Wf9Mik2xY0/s320/PICT2023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' day. Our school had a celebration after so many days of mid-year exam and at the last day of school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0dwxkhf-I/AAAAAAAAADc/A4qzhELcdjg/s1600-h/PICT1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205349468087615458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0dwxkhf-I/AAAAAAAAADc/A4qzhELcdjg/s320/PICT1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tradition is, each class will prepare some foods at table/stall and let teachers to eat, and there is a hamper for those who decorate the stall most beautiful. So, traditionally, I made some origami to decorate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0fBBkhf_I/AAAAAAAAADk/ye-TKueKtok/s1600-h/PICT1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205350846772117490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0fBBkhf_I/AAAAAAAAADk/ye-TKueKtok/s320/PICT1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are 14 of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fold these stupid origami until 3am, and at our class's stall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0frRkhgAI/AAAAAAAAADs/2N6GuENR25A/s1600-h/PICT2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205351572621590530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0frRkhgAI/AAAAAAAAADs/2N6GuENR25A/s320/PICT2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4 PUTIH ~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, those malays told me that this year don't have competition on decorations. grrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0gQRkhgBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xqGWfepLzlA/s1600-h/PICT1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205352208276750354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0gQRkhgBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xqGWfepLzlA/s320/PICT1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. If hor, got competition, my class sure get first prize.... *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind lah, got so many yummy food to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0g1hkhgCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ixz_sQd2o9M/s1600-h/PICT2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205352848226877474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0g1hkhgCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ixz_sQd2o9M/s320/PICT2014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many programme leh, got indian dance, chinese dance, malay dance, singing, and some games, of course for teachers only ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0iERkhgEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4g-BSry9VJY/s1600-h/PICT2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205354201141575746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0iERkhgEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4g-BSry9VJY/s320/PICT2024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our new headmaster, at the center, Pn. Fauziah. She joined the game too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got our new class t-shirt. Franklyyyy... I don't like it. It's too big, too dark, wear d look like old people, the comic in there look stupid, the 'science stream' word so ugly, and it look like promotioning science... most of all, it costs RM22.. zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0isBkhgFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UTnZOdeTv1g/s1600-h/PICT1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205354884041375826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0isBkhgFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UTnZOdeTv1g/s320/PICT1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0jGBkhgGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v5804cTf8u0/s1600-h/PICT1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205355330717974626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0jGBkhgGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/v5804cTf8u0/s320/PICT1999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahhhhh ~!! Why no hand de???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone managed to spot my name? Of course can la, my name so big at there still can't see meh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, I post some of the pictures taken that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0lEBkhgHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GWy8YmhcFZM/s1600-h/PICT2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205357495381491826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0lEBkhgHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GWy8YmhcFZM/s320/PICT2004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left, the one pointing at me is fasihah (we call her adik), our monitor assistant.. the one sitting is khairunisa (nisa), and at the center is lina. Skinny and fierce ~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0lZBkhgII/AAAAAAAAAEs/YLVTrzL85II/s1600-h/PICT2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205357856158744706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0lZBkhgII/AAAAAAAAAEs/YLVTrzL85II/s320/PICT2005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my best friend, foo wah ~ she's beautiful ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0lsBkhgJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gbgMLgv4Smc/s1600-h/PICT2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205358182576259218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0lsBkhgJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/gbgMLgv4Smc/s320/PICT2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I look like I'm wearing my dad's shirt... the shirt too big d.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very friendly friend if form 5 one, I forgot her name also ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Amelyn~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-7110647174067048853?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/7110647174067048853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=7110647174067048853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7110647174067048853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7110647174067048853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/05/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; day~'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SD0hchkhgDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5Wf9Mik2xY0/s72-c/PICT2023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-1084862874904389662</id><published>2008-05-18T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:27:42.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making 'bak zhang'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SDAP7BnuU7I/AAAAAAAAADM/KM6Fyp9nPLk/s1600-h/3bakzhang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201675076334670770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SDAP7BnuU7I/AAAAAAAAADM/KM6Fyp9nPLk/s320/3bakzhang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bak zhang. (What do you call that in english?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today me and my mum is going to make this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SDAPfRnuU6I/AAAAAAAAADE/ghD176pkNmA/s1600-h/2bakzhang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201674599593300898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SDAPfRnuU6I/AAAAAAAAADE/ghD176pkNmA/s320/2bakzhang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Soaking the leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are making it quite early... because we wanted to eat it so much !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt to make it, but ... urghhhh.. too hard =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum still laugh at me, 'cause the shape of 'bak zhang' I made look weird... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I leave the rest for my mum to make =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now these 'bak zhang' are inside hot water, boiling. ^^ Hope can eat it tonight...!!~&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/5380346649671197600-1084862874904389662?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/1084862874904389662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=1084862874904389662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1084862874904389662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1084862874904389662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/05/making-bak-zhang.html' title='Making &apos;bak zhang&apos;'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SDAP7BnuU7I/AAAAAAAAADM/KM6Fyp9nPLk/s72-c/3bakzhang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-279242987984751785</id><published>2008-05-17T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:49:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain..</title><content type='html'>It's going to start raining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC5vbBnuU4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nRtX7cyabhQ/s1600-h/1rainyday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201217129741702018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC5vbBnuU4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nRtX7cyabhQ/s320/1rainyday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"faster ~~ faster !! I want go tuition liao !! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, luckily it only starts to rain after I finish sweeping all the rubbish and leaves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But -.- it still din't rain yet... zzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather now like we are staying inside the microwave oven / oven toaster. But still never rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... rain .. rain .. faster come.. don't come the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC5vbRnuU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CJsCqAPXJbA/s1600-h/PICT1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201217134036669330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC5vbRnuU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CJsCqAPXJbA/s320/PICT1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rain..rain rain rain rain rainnnnnnnn~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... These days I got crazy with taking pictures. Everything also wanna take a picture, even rain =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the picture above there the roofs look so dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-279242987984751785?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/279242987984751785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=279242987984751785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/279242987984751785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/279242987984751785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/05/rain.html' title='Rain..'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC5vbBnuU4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nRtX7cyabhQ/s72-c/1rainyday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-8865693917316796329</id><published>2008-05-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:29:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no</title><content type='html'>it became like this... this afternoon.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201011190354826082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC20HxnuU2I/AAAAAAAAACk/F--rgvflf4E/s320/2160508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then ... evening ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201011911909331826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC20xxnuU3I/AAAAAAAAACs/Upt1ULs3CEw/s320/3160508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wat a boring post ~ i know ... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-8865693917316796329?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/8865693917316796329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=8865693917316796329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/8865693917316796329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/8865693917316796329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-no.html' title='oh no'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC20HxnuU2I/AAAAAAAAACk/F--rgvflf4E/s72-c/2160508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-2003224003265747113</id><published>2008-05-16T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:38:48.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC0cMRnuU0I/AAAAAAAAACU/TDwK4u7l6ms/s1600-h/150508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200844141896815426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC0cMRnuU0I/AAAAAAAAACU/TDwK4u7l6ms/s320/150508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture of flower is taken on yesterday.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200844648702956370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC0cpxnuU1I/AAAAAAAAACc/oaSsb8QDm_E/s320/160508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is taken on today..... I never thought it will wilt so fast =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;well... today's exam is maths paper 1 &amp;amp; 2,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;why is it always paper 2 harder than paper 1 ?? whyyyyy......???? Paper 1 much more easier leh. I wonder what to do today =P ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-2003224003265747113?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/2003224003265747113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=2003224003265747113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/2003224003265747113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/2003224003265747113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SC0cMRnuU0I/AAAAAAAAACU/TDwK4u7l6ms/s72-c/150508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-1266582874360220180</id><published>2008-05-14T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:18:41.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day ~~~</title><content type='html'>May 11th, Mother's day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SCsBPhnuUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVi3FLv3fio/s1600-h/PICT1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251560964018994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SCsBPhnuUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVi3FLv3fio/s320/PICT1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went shopping with my mum, at Sunway Carnival Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought RM115 from The Body Shop, and we get this sunflower from the information counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put it in an old vase once we got back home and add some water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it wilted a little bit, but still pretty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-1266582874360220180?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/1266582874360220180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=1266582874360220180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1266582874360220180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/1266582874360220180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day ~~~'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/SCsBPhnuUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVi3FLv3fio/s72-c/PICT1968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-6096262952632993682</id><published>2007-12-04T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:14:46.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks mummi.</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I went to the Hamley to learn playing violin. My interest with violin was since I'm standard 2 or 3, when my school had invited teacher to teach us violin. That time, I don't know what is a violin. But then I started to fall in love with violin. And then due to the time crashed with the time I going to church, so I stopped learning again. And now, since it's holiday, and with quite nothing to do, my mum and I went to ask few music classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, we get the offer of RM95 per month. Then we ask Hamley Music Centre, we get RM70. Wow, much cheaper than the first one, my mum straight away sign up for me. The registration fee is RM15. They asked me to come for my first lesson on 2/12, 2:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach there, they asked me to buy books, shoulder rest and violin. My mum said " Girl ah, you go in learn first." So I did. After one hour, my lesson is over, those aunties convinced my mum to buy things from them but not from Yamaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my mum keep take out many RM50 notes, I was like "Walao, want learn violin need so many money one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money we paid that day are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly fees : RM70&lt;br /&gt;3/4 violin : RM300&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder rest : RM35&lt;br /&gt;3 books for theory : RM29.90&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Total : RM 434.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. If only I knew it would cost so much, I would have told my mum like this "妈咪，早知道要用这么多钱我就等以后我长大了才自己用我自己的钱学，不用浪费你这么多钱了。" &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mummi, if I knew it would cost so much, I'll wait till I'm grown up only learn it with my own money, so I won't used up all your money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I did told her like that, because she just withdraw a sum of money from her bank, and now half of the money is gone like that. and the reply I get is "Aiya... 不用紧啦，学音乐好嘛，以后长大了没有工做可以教小孩子弹小提琴，又可以训练你的脑。" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aiya nevermind la, learn music good mar, next time when you are a big girl and don't have any job, you can teach childrens play violin also, and also can train your brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Later that day at evening, daddy asked whether if I had fun at there, and I said yes. And he said &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with a smile &lt;/span&gt;"喜欢就好。" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Good if you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy, 'cause I have a great mummi &amp;amp; daddy. And thank God for giving me such great parents ! In fact I love everyone ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again this Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-6096262952632993682?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/6096262952632993682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=6096262952632993682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6096262952632993682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6096262952632993682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-mummi.html' title='Thanks mummi.'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-6629580563667611181</id><published>2007-11-18T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:36:05.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days at K.Lumpur &amp; Genting Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been almost a week. Last Saturday, which is .. 10 November, me, my dad and my mum went to k.l. to visit my 2 elder brothers. We stayed at their rented house for 2 nights before we went to Genting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that night...... we had dinner together with my eldest brother's girlfriend, and her younger brother. Me, mum and dad ordered a big (really big) glass of watermelon juice. It costs... about ... er.... forgot how much it costs... paiseh .. ^^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night, me, mum, dad, my 2nd elder brother, his girlfriend were at his room chit chatting .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At there ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_rJU6j9rI/AAAAAAAAABM/TThsGurcl7c/s1600-h/PICT1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134080645691340466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_rJU6j9rI/AAAAAAAAABM/TThsGurcl7c/s320/PICT1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mum sewing my brother's pillow. It got a hole on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, me, mum and dad went to the market near my bro's apartment. We went there late... almost all the stalls are empty, but luckily we managed to buy some cheese breads, nasi lemak, and bihun mee goreng. After that, we showered, dressed up, and get in the car. I must say that 7 adults cramping in one car is abit .. er .. warm .. and I have to sit on my dad's and mum's lap ( did I spelled it right? ) Actually I quite paiseh .. so big liao still have to sit on parents' lap/leg.............. But nevermind ~ fortunately their leg doesn't cramp or anything.... ^^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached Sungei Wang, after I think almost half an hour more from Puchong. We then had our lunch at a restaurant. The name of restaurant is quite .. cute .. =D After all the shopping, we went back to Puchong, walk around IOI mall, then we had our dinner, then back to home, then shower, then chat, then sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already Monday ! It's the day that we have to go to Genting Highlands and say bye bye to my 2 brothers. Before going, we sent my 2nd bro's girlfriend to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our breakfast/lunch together at the shop houses before riding the cable car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at Theme Park Hotel, just beside the great freezing Outdoor Theme Park. And we walk with a big luggage and a backpack, from Highland Hotel, to First World Hotel, another side of Outdoor Theme Park, and in the end we found our hotel .. now we know that it is so near only ~~! zzzzz =__="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our room is called Valley Wing something something, I also forgot liao. =x We need to walk from hotel lobby, ride a lift to 7th floor, walk through the walkway, passed many rooms, and walk again, this time its like the one you are going to get in a plane. Along there you can see a part of the outdoor theme park. Then, we reached another building, take a lift down to the first floor, walk a little bit more, and .. " ta - da !!! " we reached our room jor. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rested awhile, then we walk again from our room, take 2 lifts, back to the hotel lobby, walk some more, to the First World Plaza. We walk and walk and walk, then we had our tea-time at Kenny Roger's Roasters. Yummy ~~~~ =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we go the the Snow World. We bought tickets, wait, and then we walk in to the locker room, inside there , got all kind of sizes of jackets ( frankly, it is very smelly ), all kinds of sizes of gloves, shoes, and a locker which u need to slot in 2 50 cents coins in it and use the key to lock. And you keep your belongings inside, lock, take out the key, keep it in your pocket, and off you go to the snowy world ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside there was quite cold, it is about -6 celcius. Lucky I never become ice because I seems to have no fats inside my body. =P Due to my dad's shoe is slippery, he fell and fell and fell in there. Everytime he fell, mum and I felt like a heavy phone book whamp on our heart. Yeah, I did feel like that. There got a little slide for kids, like the playground one. Since I still 'look like' a kid, I climb up there and slide down. WEEEEEEEEEEE ~~~~~~~ once slide down, cannot break ahhh ~ slide till the snowy floor still cannot stop, so paiseh =x so many people watching me slide &gt;.&lt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There got a little igloo, 3/4 of it are wall, 1/4 are empty, i can walk in it and hide, muahahahaha !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got out from the snowy place, took off the smelly jackets, put it back, took our things from locker, and get out. I met a guy ( used to love my 'fren' very much for 3 years ) he smiled at me, i smile back to him . I was like (O_O) my goodness !!! how come so suay met him here !?!?!?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevermind lah, don't think much about him. But mum say ...... " so ngam ? can meet a boy here?? =D "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me ---&gt; " =____=! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok this post too long already !! I'll post some pics here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_r0E6j9sI/AAAAAAAAABU/6U3BvONIKT0/s1600-h/PICT1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134081380130748098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_r0E6j9sI/AAAAAAAAABU/6U3BvONIKT0/s320/PICT1723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;View from our room window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_slU6j9tI/AAAAAAAAABc/ctAUey9_Z6g/s1600-h/PICT1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134082226239305426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_slU6j9tI/AAAAAAAAABc/ctAUey9_Z6g/s320/PICT1727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our bed. I own a big bed for myself ~~~~ booyeah !~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_3TU6j9uI/AAAAAAAAABk/b70WkCt31zI/s1600-h/PICT1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134094011629565666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_3TU6j9uI/AAAAAAAAABk/b70WkCt31zI/s320/PICT1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_39E6j9vI/AAAAAAAAABs/1KMLAfN1y6Q/s1600-h/PICT1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134094728889104114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_39E6j9vI/AAAAAAAAABs/1KMLAfN1y6Q/s320/PICT1728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_4dU6j9wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Uj8C20AKaKY/s1600-h/PICT1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134095282939885314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_4dU6j9wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Uj8C20AKaKY/s320/PICT1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-6629580563667611181?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/6629580563667611181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=6629580563667611181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6629580563667611181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/6629580563667611181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2007/11/4-days-at-klumpur-genting-highlands.html' title='4 days at K.Lumpur &amp; Genting Highlands'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/Rz_rJU6j9rI/AAAAAAAAABM/TThsGurcl7c/s72-c/PICT1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380346649671197600.post-7896790593995767882</id><published>2007-10-13T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:35:20.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, It's me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone, here's my 1st blog, I guess nobody will wanna read my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something about me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123442714390511154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Amelyn Ong, call me Amy or Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years old by 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my PMR examination, waiting for my results now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to stay at home and play some online games. (Yeah. I'm lazy to go out kai kai.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school life isn't very fun like others, because I don't have much friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380346649671197600-7896790593995767882?l=amelyno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/feeds/7896790593995767882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5380346649671197600&amp;postID=7896790593995767882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7896790593995767882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380346649671197600/posts/default/7896790593995767882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelyno.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-its-me.html' title='Hey, It&apos;s me !'/><author><name>A m e l y n ' s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02695035519689526997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s320/PICT1623_edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sT_Qgz5MHYs/RxogAOpPPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BETIk4OpmYs/s72-c/PICT1623_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
