<?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-8384925488168915460</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:34:38.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-9043324210389424332</id><published>2010-11-07T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:37:03.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The break</title><content type='html'>Oh it's already the end? Looking at the cards u gave me. Love those cards with lots of words, expressions of feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One card is called I will always love you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the daytime and I love you through the night&lt;br /&gt;I love you when the sun comes up and when the stars shine bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the winter, in snow, or rain, or mud&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the springtime when the trees begin to bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the summer when the birds sing out their call&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the autumn as the leaves begin to fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you this message for a very simple reason,&lt;br /&gt;to let you know I'll always love you with every passing season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do? Yeah probably you do, but it's not enough to make yourself stay with me. Not enough to make me mean something in your life. Not enough to make you let go of things for me. Not enough to be happy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of having 1 year anniversary? Look at what's written in the anniversary card :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure every moment and I'm glad for every minute,&lt;br /&gt;You make my life so special just by being in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the future and more special times with you.&lt;br /&gt;The life we share has truly made my every dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do treasure every moment of us being together? I don't treasure those arguments and ignorance from you. I am glad for every minute but are you? Sometimes I can't even say things I wanna say, they're so called complaints or boring things that you don't wanna hear... Do I make your life special just by being in it? If that's so, why still need other girls to be in your life while you already have a special one, being here for you all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look forward to the future and more special times with me? I am not so sure about that.. Have I ever make your dream come true? I'm just a burden to you, stopping you from having fun and parties... It's much better that you're single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as how I'm hurt right now.. I am thinking of ending everything between us but.... I am an idiot... I still hope that you will change... I still believe that you will love me enough one day... I still believe that we can still be happy together... But it takes 2 to make things work, no? I am not hoping anymore... I am prepared for the worst and that I will have to face everything alone right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-9043324210389424332?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/9043324210389424332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=9043324210389424332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/9043324210389424332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/9043324210389424332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/11/break.html' title='The break'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4859996556212396864</id><published>2010-06-19T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:14:16.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastated</title><content type='html'>I can't stop crying, this is the first time in my life that I have so much heartache and headache that makes my tears running down nonstop, eventhough there's no more tears, I am still crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean for this argument to happen. It was a very simple thing that I wanna do, to call u, tell u about how those words made me feel because in my life there's only 2 person saying them to me, one is my cousin brother when he was unhappy with me and then it's u.. I know u probably didn't mean anything negative but I just couldn't translate it in a positive way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy and excited for today.. I told Grace that u asked if u could see me on friday, I was more than happy to say maybe but in my heart it screams YES!! I did everything, I've prepared myself well to see u.. I was even so mad at my brother this morning that he woke me up while I needed the sleep to make sure I don't feel tired or sleepy when I'm with u.. It's all important to me.. I wanted to cook for u in order for us to save money but I know u're so nice that u didn't want me to cook cause it will make me tired and also that u can to spend time with me than me cooking for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate everything that u've done for me, or at least I try, no matter u feel it or not.. I appreciate u asking me to go to ur place and thank me for going to u for us to meet up.. I appreciate u taking care of me.. Taking care of my headache when we're in the cinema, knowing that I'm cold and eventhough I did not mention it u just come and hug me as though u know how I feel on my skin.. When it comes to the touching parts in the movie u were concentrating on my emotions, even just by a single sound I've made u immediately check on me am I crying so that u could comfort me.. I really meant it when I thank you for the movie and the dinner, I really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at our pictures, I couldn't stop but to cry even more.. I know u're hurt like how I am hurt too.. Probably now u're crying in ur room too.. I need u now babe... I wish u're here to hug me n tell me its ok, poor sweetie, i feel heartache when i see u cry.. I also wish to tell u to forget the argument, or forget everything today, I don't mean to ruin ur day.. I wish to tell u that I love u so much that I couldn't even imagine living one second without u.. And yes u or anyone may think that everyone can live without someone, but yes maybe I will live, but I will not be happy.. Or at least it takes years to adapt with life without u.. I just wanna make u happy and feel to be the luckiest guy in the world.. I want every good thing to happen on u, I seriously do.. I want u to have a happy life, I know u've suffered during the past but from now on with me in ur life, I don't want u to suffer or even be sad.. I will try my best to love u with all my heart, to make u the happiest person in the world... Because I know that's what u deserve and also what u want to do for me too.. You're just so great and u cannot imagine how much u've changed my life, I've done so many things for u and only u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished the last tissue from my tissue box.. I guess it's time for me to get some sleep as I need to work tomorrow.. I hope if u ever read this, please do understand how I really feel for u... Please don't ever doubt my love for u and don't think that I don't appreciate you because from the bottom of my heart, I love you too much and I couldn't appreciate u more than any other guy in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4859996556212396864?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4859996556212396864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4859996556212396864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4859996556212396864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4859996556212396864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/06/devastated.html' title='Devastated'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1746239528394494167</id><published>2010-05-30T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:13:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sono contenta</title><content type='html'>It's like a dream come true, I have a perfect life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me having a great family. Thanks to my dad for working so hard to give us what we want, I hope I can help more and contribute to this family by studying in a government university but still, going to Italy would be expensive, somehow sometimes I think I should work hard to save money for my expenses there too but then maybe not this holiday, I really need time to relax and do things I wanna do.. Thanks to my mom for being so caring and she's definitely a great mom, always making sure we have food to eat at home, always cooking for us to make sure we eat healthy food everyday.. Always store fruits in the refrigerator so that when we feel like eating we would eat fruits as our snack.. Thanks to my brother for being obedient, he's our maid sometimes =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my bf for always being supportive. He taught me how to be a better person, he's helping me on working on my personality. He taught me how to swim in deep water now!! Yesterday's date was really really fun. We did so many things together for the first time, it was really meaningful. I know it may sound normal to anyone else but this is just so special for me. I've been always afraid of deep waters, thanks to Pei Yin and bf now I'm fine with it.. I hope you will be mine forever to always cheer up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to best friends that I have in my life. Thanks to those nice and not nice people in my life. Thanks to Behnaz for being my one and only best friend in UM. Thanks to Pei Yin for always being understanding. Thanks to Grace for always supporting me. Thanks to Moc and Lucy and others in Pizza Uno for always welcoming me and helping me whenever I made trouble in Pizza Uno. Thanks to those retards in UM, you really made me felt that I am so much special and better than u guys, that's why I stood out from the crowd, because you guys are nothing like me, it made me felt really proud of myself being in UM, being so smart while u guys are so retarded and stupid. Comparisons are good sometimes, u get to see how much better u are compare to others around u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just great =) Cherish this moment I have =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-1746239528394494167?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1746239528394494167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1746239528394494167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1746239528394494167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1746239528394494167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/05/sono-contenta.html' title='Sono contenta'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5524533545061006720</id><published>2010-05-17T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:02:43.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello by Lionel Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone with you inside my mind &lt;br /&gt;And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes see you pass outside my door &lt;br /&gt;Hello, is it me you're looking for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your smile &lt;br /&gt;You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know just what to say &lt;br /&gt;And you know just what to do &lt;br /&gt;And I want to tell you so much, I love you ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to see the sunlight in your hair &lt;br /&gt;And tell you time and time again how much I care &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow &lt;br /&gt;Hello, I've just got to let you know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wonder where you are &lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what you do &lt;br /&gt;Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you? &lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to win your heart &lt;br /&gt;For I haven't got a clue &lt;br /&gt;But let me start by saying, I love you ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, is it me you're looking for? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wonder where you are &lt;br /&gt;And I wonder what you do &lt;br /&gt;Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you? &lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to win your heart &lt;br /&gt;For I haven't got a clue &lt;br /&gt;But let me start by saying ... I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glee version is awesome too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5524533545061006720?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5524533545061006720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5524533545061006720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5524533545061006720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5524533545061006720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6637368798798907661</id><published>2010-05-09T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:42:38.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unstable</title><content type='html'>My mood is very unstable now. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bf, u're making me feeling better when I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those bad feelings are coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good mood had been destroyed last night by parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand them anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6637368798798907661?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6637368798798907661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6637368798798907661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6637368798798907661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6637368798798907661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/05/unstable.html' title='Unstable'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8649908796290409905</id><published>2010-04-27T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:52:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>I didn't believe in love at first sight. I thought, how can that ever happen? You LOVE someone just by seeing him/her for the first time? How can that make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not thought about this issue for quite some while until Mustafa mentioned to me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's love at first sight that I have for Ahmed? Really? Davvero? Those shyness that I have when I first saw him.. Those fast heartbeats.. Those anxious feelings I have while waiting for him to sms or call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm looking for things to do during this holiday.. I'm not gonna work. Will swim everyday if I could, finally found my swimsuit! And spend quality time with bf and have plans with my beloved subang jaya friends. I'm so glad I don't have to go to UM for 2 months, temporary bye bye to traffic jam and retards. Well well, enjoy my 2 months holiday without stupid people around me, HAPPY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8649908796290409905?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8649908796290409905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8649908796290409905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8649908796290409905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8649908796290409905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4257880369973369447</id><published>2010-04-24T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:41:48.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Most of the people in this world can control their own life, with whatever they wanna do with it, however they wanna live it. Sometimes I feel really sorry for those who don't get to do what they want in life. When I think about this, I thought about the women in India. In some places in India, there's still the existence of sexism. As an example, a little girl at the age of 9 was forced to marry a guy at the same age by her parents with the agreement of the husband's parents, this is a culture. And she will be treated like a maid in the family. Then, unfortunately the husband die at young age, therefore she was either burned with the husband or been forced to go into a widow's village. Do you know the widow in the village are not allow to wear colourful clothes? They were to only live a life full of sadness and not allow to step out of the village, not allow to re-marry, not having the RIGHT to be happy. This is really SAD. Why must they being treated like this? Women are not born to be look down, to be a slave, and worst of all to have no right to control their own life. I hope, as soon as possible, that at least the women in India, or any other countries where there's existence of sexism, will change, they will get the right to do whatever they want with their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we hear these kinda stories, we should be glad that we're living in such better country in better condition. At least we get to live however we want. It's not like our parents are torturing us, not giving us the chance to study, not putting food on the table. We have everything we need, yet we're not satisfy and do not appreciate what we have. We sleep in air-conditioned room. We wake up late during weekends. We go to the kitchen and there's breakfast on the table. If there's no breakfast, we take money from our parents or our wallet, and just go to somewhere near our house to get the food. We eat. We use our laptop to go online, facebook, chat, listen to music. We call our friends, we go out for a drink. We go Chili's for dinner. We go karaoke. We buy Secret Recipe's cake for our birthday. Every week/month, we ask money from our parents. We go to shopping malls because we're BORED at home. We go for shopping when we have money. And all we need to do now is just to study. All our parents ask us to do is just to study hard and get food result. And it's for our own good, just for our own future. And also to make our parents proud of us. Do we ever have to worry about things that others in a way unfortunate country worry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These facts that I'm talking right now shoot me hard in my mind. It makes me feel guilty. It's like I'm not contributing to this family. It's like I should be better, for my parents. I think I'm good enough, as a daughter. Everyone told me that I'm a good daughter. Friends, bf, neighbours, lecturers. Even I myself feel so. But it's not enough. I must do better for my family! I must get better results. I must be able to earn lots of money for me to give them what they want. I know their biggest dream is to travel everywhere in the world, wherever, whenever they want. I am going to make that happen. I am going to give them whatever they want. I am going to tell them, money is no problem. I am going to make them more proud of me, more happy in their life, and no regrets for having a daughter like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to wonder sometimes, what kinda life am I living and what do I want in my future? I think I'm living a good life, getting what I want, as in the essential stuffs. I just want more make up stuff, more clothes, more handbags, well those things I can get when I have job, when I will be richer. Then I started to thought, should I make myself more useful and my life to be more meaningful? Everyday I go to uni to study, and then I come home doing my homework. During weekends cleaning my room and go out with friends to the mall or meet up with bf just spend some time together. During my free time, I come on the internet, I chat, I facebook, I sleep, I watch tv, I think about the future, I study, and that's it. Shouldn't I be doing something more meaningful? Yes definitely I should! I should care about the unfortunate people! I should make myself more active! I should go more often for swimming! I should be doing more for this society! Or I should work and earn some money! But I really sick of working. Working as a promoter is just so boring, and I'm not thinking of working in these 2 months holiday. And I'm not doing any of these just because I kept telling myself that I have to study, and then I just stayed for hours studying in my study room with my laptop on with internet. I should change, for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that I started to think of all these things. It makes me realise things around me that I don't think of. I will find some ways to change. I will first, work on my first plan in this coming 2 months holiday. I will make myself worth living this life, I shall contribute to this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4257880369973369447?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4257880369973369447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4257880369973369447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4257880369973369447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4257880369973369447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3278789141064906313</id><published>2010-04-21T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:08:26.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>Was going through one of my ex schoolmates' profile on facebook, and I was amazed by how she can still keep in touch with so many of my ex schoolmates. I wouldn't say I envy her, not at all. Frankly, I don't think I like any of them. Everytime when they call me out for a drink I would come out with excuses not to go, seriously, I find no reason to waste my time on a big table full of 'strangers' to me. Yes, I've been the same school or even same class as them for like 5 years, but there's nothing that I remember that was fun with them. NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe then I recall one or 2 things that was totally nothing compare to what I have for Form 6. Tell you what, for the whole highschool life, all I remember was after SPM I took a flight and stayed in Sweden for 2 months, and that was happy. I wouldn't say those are friends, can never take them as friends. They're just so not my type of people that I wanna hang out with. Sadly, I've entered the wrong division of education in highschool. I like nothing about science, I should have picked to study economy business and such. I could have done much more better for my SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that they're still in a group, they're still meeting up all together in a big group, going out, taking lots of pictures and that's it. That's their pathetic life. There's one girl that is very high profile to everyone about all her problems. It reminds me of the old me. I always thought it's ok, I tell everyone about my stuff, why should I hide. But now, I must learn how to protect myself. Yes, people will pity u for what you're going through, they will know how to comfort u eventhough u're going to them everytime for the same old problem. Somehow, you will not like to be a subject, a topic that people use to chat about when they're having a drink. Or you don't want those who doesn't know you hear from people that you are so and so forth. Or someday you finally knew the friends that you were with were not the ones that worth to be with and u leave them or you made them pissed off with you, your secrets are still with them and that's definitely a harm to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a girl who tells everyone my problem, whoever I meet, whenever Im down I just grab anyone to talk to. But now, no more. Keep the problem to myself. Talk to bf. Maybe if it's too hard to handle, call a friend or two and that's it. Learn how to grow up by having time for yourself to clear your mind and THINK. You will find a solution on your own, you will manage to persuade yourself to be strong. And then there you go, you become a more mature person, you learn how to handle things without depending on others and you are just so calm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I used to think before, is it my fault or what that I just couldn't seem to mix with them. When I see there's a problem, I told others, they agreed with me but no action was taken. I wasn't happy of course, being me, u know, but people choose to keep quiet and endure instead of making their life happier. Or should I say, have more dignity. Yes, dignity is the word. Forcing yourself to mix with those people that you don't like just so you're still in the gang is just so wrong and so cheap. Have some dignity, leave them, be happy and proud of yourself that you don't have to mix with shits. Seriously, don't make yourself look cheap by walking with them knowing that they're just so disgusting to be with. People will look at them and dislike you, thinking that you're one of them and that's just so sad, you're being treated by others as one of them, and you shall be as shitty as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's amazing that someone I used to be close with hated someone so damn much,but then after not being close to me, she started to talk to that someone and then they started to walk together. That is utterly disgusting. I swear I felt shit was in the air when I saw that scene. At first you're telling everyone that you hate her so much, and the next few weeks you're walking with her, talking about everything. In my eyes, that's called NO DIGNITY. Seriously, even if I'm alone, I wouldn't go back to someone that I used to hate so much just to have a companion. That shows you are so dependent and you just have no brain. Or, you're just a two faced bitch who's so desperate for friends? You once had a friend, and that's me, but now, it's your own big loss. Think about who used to helped you for the last whole semester, who went back earlier to hostel just to be with you, who endured with the person you brought into my room, who borrowed winter clothes to you and so on. Don't even think that I'm asking anything back from you because you know I don't have to, I have everything that you need and I don't need anything from you. Just, would you even think for some minutes how we were before? Or those times were fake? I regret for being nice to you. I shouldn't have put you in my heart and let you dig a hole in it and let it bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u think I'm talking about you, YES IT'S YOU. Don't like it? Fuck off! It's my blog, I write whatever I want. A dog barks as much as she can, but still, she's still a dog, how else better can she be by barking? Of thinking of hurting me with your bullshit, I advise, back off, it's for your own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3278789141064906313?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3278789141064906313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3278789141064906313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3278789141064906313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3278789141064906313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/04/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4856539985757941955</id><published>2010-04-11T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:30:41.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with bf in Pavilion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S8Ho0CoRNoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/E9YGM0FQOq8/s1600/DSC02245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S8Ho0CoRNoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/E9YGM0FQOq8/s320/DSC02245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458900204106364546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaxxx!! Yay! After the busy semester, we finally have time to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arabian lunch was AWESOME! I guess I'm really addicted to food like this now! It's just so great to get to explore new culture, new language and new food. I want Hummus Hummus Hummus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was AWESOME! I've always love myths like these, and when they're turned into movies like this one, it's just so so great, I've enjoyed every second in this movie. And I must say, the girls are just so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the bobby brown make up! At first I thought just give it a try but now I'm really seriously considering should I buy them.. The foundation makes my skin feels so good and the concealer is just so great.. And when I remove the make up, one piece of cotton is just enough to remove whole face's foundation and concealer. And I notice the lady had only apply very little amount of foundation and concealer on my face.. Wow it's just great and I think they're worth it.. I will start saving money to buy the stuff I need from Bobby Brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bf for such great date! Another one coming this week, can't wait! MUAXX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4856539985757941955?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4856539985757941955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4856539985757941955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4856539985757941955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4856539985757941955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/04/date-with-bf-in-pavilion.html' title='Date with bf in Pavilion'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S8Ho0CoRNoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/E9YGM0FQOq8/s72-c/DSC02245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6049431939273057547</id><published>2010-04-08T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:28:14.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happie Thursday!!</title><content type='html'>I must say, days are getting better and better lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with a good meeting with a great friend in the morning. And though the semiotics class are boring but it's ok, it's the last class anyway. And then went all the way to Bangsar to get subway breakfast for the lecturer. And meeting with Behnaz to see Dr.Fauziah together, in the process met another cool lecturer, talked for about 10 minutes with her, great to know another cool person in my fact. The session with Dr.Fauziah was very helpful, will have another last session before exam next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though was a bit mad at dad for not being at office today, but I've still managed to deal with my stuff. Forced myself to take afternoon nap since I woke up so early this morning and slept so late last night. Woke up got a call from Prof.Ilaria, it was very very nice talking with her again, she was asking me how am I and all, and the best of all, I heard Alessandro! I'm officially in love with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6049431939273057547?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6049431939273057547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6049431939273057547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6049431939273057547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6049431939273057547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/04/happie-thursday.html' title='Happie Thursday!!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-667561808859947691</id><published>2010-04-07T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:26:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPM life</title><content type='html'>I must say, I declare, STPM life is the best time in my life, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so sad. Was chatting with Vivek just now, talking about our Form 6 life. It's the best ever, we both agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, when I told him about my uni life, he was shocked. He said ' what happened to the jovial easily excited Samantha that I know? ' Yeah, me in Form 6 and me in UM totally different person. Form 6 was pure happiness and fun with all the crazy moments while uni life is just DEAD. It's so funny that he said ' what have UM done to u? But no matter how you're still be the same for me in my heart ' .. UM is such a lame place with lame people ( no offence, I don't mean all ).. Vivek is so nice for comforting me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just Vivek, I'm sure all my great friends in Subang Jaya know how I feel.. Why are there still such kinda lame people in Malaysia? It's just getting more and more and more.. Pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally shocked by Cristian last night. I told him about incidents happened, he just understand and know me so damn well. I love what he told me and just impressed by this friendship with him. I know him thru internet and we have been friends ever since for 3 years. Of course nowadays he stop calling me but sometimes he still sends me sms, the last one was to wish me happie Vday with my bf =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the greatest person in my life, my bf! Felt so good after talking with him last night, and meeting up with him today was just so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall look forward for the day where I leave UM, I shall never forget the days in the STPM years that I missed the most... Those happy days of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-667561808859947691?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/667561808859947691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=667561808859947691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/667561808859947691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/667561808859947691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/04/stpm-life.html' title='STPM life'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6867638741652491341</id><published>2010-04-03T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:19:31.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting..</title><content type='html'>I am starting to feel better lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my great friends and sweet bf. Thursday morning while feeling extremely bad, drove to UM and met up with Chee Leng at 7am in KK4. Talked for like an hour, a routine for Thursday, meeting up with Chee Leng at 7am in KK4, I really appreciate this friendship. Not just meeting up on Thursday mornings, she helps me with my school fees and almost everything regarding uni, course registration etc, helpful isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation sux but who cares anymore anyway? After the presentation, no mood to stay in UM anymore since bf and Mahmood not coming to study and watch movie with me. Went all the way to Bangsar to get my subway breakfast, a sudden crave, and went to Danica's house and hang out til like 2. It was AWESOME. We have so many things to update each other as we've not meet up for so long. Man, I totally miss Form 6 like hell, those are the best years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home for a nap and started to write my 3500 words research paper. Yes everytime when I think about the research paper the only thing comes up in my mind is the freaking 3500 words. Thank god I received an sms from Danica to hang out, it was even more fun, I seriously miss going out with friends at night, especially my SJ friends.. Came home around 1130 and finished my research paper at freaking 4am hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is a great day! Though I was the first one to be so unlucky being chosen by Dr.Antoon for the presentation, but it's ok, I feel good after presenting and I can rest for the next 3 hours neheheheh.. Had a nice day with bf, went to his brother place and ate a piece of chocolate indulgence to celebrate me being done with 3 presentations.. And no kidding, I am so obsessed and addicted to Iranian food... I can't wait to go to Behnaz house for her homecook Iranian food.. And Khalid was so nice to help me with my dizziness, I can really see that he is a great brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, the thing I wanna say is, I'm starting to make life more meaningful by starting to do some stuff.. Like today I've had so enough sleep, I couldn't believe I woke up at 930am. Usually I'll wake up at 8am and couldn't sleep anymore.. And I've watched a great movie with mom, I love spending quality time like this with mom.. For a whole day I do not allow myself to touch book or do anything that cause any stress or uneasy feeling hahaha.. I just lie there on sofa, watched 2 movies today and took afternoon nap and just RELAXXXX... Oh and I've also started to walked 3 rounds in my neighbourhood nonstop, trying to lose some weight and be healthier after these hectic days in uni.. De-stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-stressing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6867638741652491341?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6867638741652491341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6867638741652491341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6867638741652491341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6867638741652491341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/04/starting.html' title='Starting..'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3806574753626762790</id><published>2010-03-27T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:51:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Change</title><content type='html'>Let's change, for a better life, better self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remain the confidence you have for your career. Add on confidence in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything is so bad in you, everything is dragging you to the deepest hole in your heart, change. Change your mindset. Change your thinking. Change your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dizziness is changing, it's getting lesser and lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I have never felt like this before. He is definitely not easy. He's saying things that Jens used to say but it's totally different than the one that Jens means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry you may feel unfair. But you gotta know, I don't love Jens, that is not love, and I love you. I couldn't accept all the small little things or small little words that bothered me because I really love you and even a small little word could be very offensive to me because you're just so important to me. But from Jens, it doesn't matter, words he said didn't hurt me, because he's not important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be an understanding gf and I hope you will try to be an understanding bf. I know we do love each other very much and I know, you will not leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love U.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3806574753626762790?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3806574753626762790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3806574753626762790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3806574753626762790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3806574753626762790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-change.html' title='Let&apos;s Change'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2621404995165866388</id><published>2010-03-25T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:15:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mio amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S6tSreES4LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QreTR_4CZ9k/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S6tSreES4LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QreTR_4CZ9k/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452542680621047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My love.. You and me in Tony Roma's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop looking at this photo and smile. Such a sweet one. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends said I look small beside him. Wahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that afternoon when he came to my school and look for me, when we were about to leave, he put his hand on my waist to pull me closer to him, it's just so ROMANTIC, well according to me. I just love it when he does that to pull me closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG my heartbeat is pumping fast thinking about him. Can't wait for tomorrow! I want to hug him and kiss him so badly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2621404995165866388?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2621404995165866388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2621404995165866388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2621404995165866388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2621404995165866388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/il-mio-amore.html' title='Il mio amore'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S6tSreES4LI/AAAAAAAAAkw/QreTR_4CZ9k/s72-c/IMG_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6279308329637849110</id><published>2010-03-24T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:43:09.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>It has been a roller-coaster ride for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn miserable in the morning, couldn't eat anything for breakfast, couldn't even convince myself to eat ' Please eat Sammy, you don't have much time for your meals later ..' That's what I kept telling myself but still, no use stuffing food into my mouth when I don't feel like having it at all. Even reached to the store late because of fucking 1 hour and 15 minutes jam. After that rushed to class for oral test. But, we all ended up talking about relationship problems for like 1 hour 30 minutes and used 20 minutes to do the oral test. Dr.Cinzia is so sweet, I meant I started to love her. She told us what we should do when guys let us down and what kinda mindset we should have. And the most important sentence she told us made me just wanna tell her ' I love you ' is ' If you feel like calling the guy, don't. Call me even if it's 3 in the morning, I would be the one to talk to you and make you feel better . ' Awww... She's just too sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lunch time, couldn't eat at all, the food was so wasted.. I just couldn't stop thinking and couldn't stop feeling bad. My coursemate couldn't stand seeing me like this anymore so they asked me to call Him. So I called him and to my surprise he picked up my call and just ask me where I am, and there he is, on the way to meet me. It made me so nervous, it feels like the first date. Didn't managed to talk much as he was rushing back to class but it made me feel alot better. He came to my school for me during his lunch time just to see me and make me feel better. He's the sweetest guy on earth! I do feel sorry that he didn't manage to visit our store and also that he had to rushed so much.. Poor darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So done with the letters for Dr.Cinzia, went to the store to help out. Eventually Ridge has managed to force my bf to buy 2 bottles of soft drink from him. I've also managed to try out stuff from other stores. And then I went to deliver some food to the lecturers and then went back to the store and get the things back to 9th college and all, it was tiring but fun =) So overall APK could be quite fun. Now I shall wait to know how much we've earned, omg exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am exhausted, planning to sleep early tonight. So goodnight babes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6279308329637849110?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6279308329637849110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6279308329637849110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6279308329637849110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6279308329637849110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3518710473350802260</id><published>2010-03-24T07:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:50:48.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>I am feeling numb. Last night I have so much heart ache that I couldn't sleep at all. You know what's depressing? You have to open your eyes, look at the window and keep thinking about the same thing over and over again. You have to tell yourself to sleep but your heart just wouldn't listen to you. This is depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt twice. Once by the people I couldn't bother much, and the heart ache cured by the person I love. Second time, unpredictably, I've been hurt by the person I love. Sometimes you just wish you don't have feelings at all, no need to be happy, then no need to feel disappointed, therefore no need to be hurt. I've never felt like this before, this heart ache is so strong that I'm feeling my heart is breaking into small pieces, how can the heart be back to it's shape again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong but I failed. I am fragile. I am stupid indeed. I was shaking so bad last night that I called Grace and she was worried, sorry girl. Everyday is just full of dizziness and shaking, nice huh? I was so stupid to even care. I was so stupid to even worry about him. Is he caring about how I feel by that time? Does he even know that I'm shaking? Does he know how bad I feel? Perhaps he doesn't care just because he's feeling bad himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he want from me? I don't know. But having 2 guys in my life telling me the same sentence and then end up leaving me, it's enough I guess. Still, I don't know what I did wrong. But do I have a choice? Ignorance is stronger in his mind than his love for me. Keeping everything to myself, I am slowly drifting away from the reality. I am lost in my mind all the time, thinking about dont-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of life anymore if you're just being treated like this while you did nothing wrong? Sadly, no one is there to care or understand. Uncertainty is what killing me inside. He just hang up the phone without even really telling me what he wants. And then ignorance took over him. And tears took over me. And I shall miss being loved and loving someone. And I shall not believe there's true love anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3518710473350802260?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3518710473350802260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3518710473350802260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3518710473350802260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3518710473350802260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7524319032216229045</id><published>2010-03-21T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:52:17.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty group members</title><content type='html'>I am so pissed off. I've talked to Sky last night, finally after a whole day of being mad I've managed to talk to one group member about my sad experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's talk about it. First of all, Manfred ask me to go all the fucking way to UM to fetch SOME group members to MV to get things that we need. Ok fine, let's see, me from Subang Jaya driving all the way to UM just to fetch u guys to buy things, ok nevermind, I need to contribute, fine. Told my bf about this, and he wanted to come along, eventhough I wanted him to stay home to sleep but he insisted, so ok, he wait for me at UM. When I reach UM, only fucking one group member showed up. Abby and bf went back to Penang, for nothing, just felt like going home. Samantha Ng went back to hometown, cause miss being home. Hidayah, need to teman friend go see doctor, like wtf. Farah say cannot come. Then last minute I had to call Sky, but Sky already has plan with friends. So thank god my bf came along. So bought 5 watermelons, 5 honeydews, 4 pineapples and lots of other stuff, whole troly is totaly full. Thank god my bf came, seriously how can u expect a girl to do all that !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then went back to their hostel, gotta put those things in the hostel. Hooi Sing called Hidayah to come down to the car to take things up since my bf cannot go into the girl's hostel. Hidayah asked is it alot the stuff, why can't we take it on our own for like so long, then only she suddenly say she's in hospital. I meant, don't think Im retarded ok, if u're in hospital, the first thing u would say is that you're in hospital but not asking how many things la, is it heavy la blah blah blah and all shit then only you say you're in hospital, it's so obvious that you don't even fucking bother to help. So I asked Farah is it that she's busy how come she didn't come help, she said she's not busy. Ok great, so it's like u dont even need an excuse to not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week my petrol money is RM120, just for a week, can u imagine? Need to fetch them go buy stuff, from Subang Jaya go all the way to UM and then fetch them to anywhere they wanna go. The only reason is because I have car and I'm staying ' near ' UM. Oh let me think, I think Wei Hern has a car too, oh right, he needs his car to go back to Penang cause Abby wants to go back to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling me not doing any stuff? Tell me again and Im gonna shoot right to your face. Who's the one bringing bf to help the group ? My bf got mad not because he had to help, he got mad because we 2 girls are being treated like this. How can the whole fucking group members allowed 2 of us go carry all the heavy watermelons and honeydews and all ? Im only saying this to Manfred, Abby, Wei Hern, Hidayah, and Anna, the others I don't mean to you guys because you weren't given this task and you have nothing to do with this. Im sure if Zhen and Sky were asked earlier to go buy things with us they wouldn't cancel last minute at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me they have to put all the stuff in my place because there's nowhere else to put, so I went to ask Wahid, he said YES, and then now you guys came to tell me he doesn't allow. And I asked Hooi Sing yesterday , she said no such thing. And I confronted u guys, u guys said settle already, ask me no need worry. Once again, Im being treated like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this group sux like shit. If I were given another chance, I wouldn't join this group at all. Because all the stupid lame ideas and stupid lame stuff that are only exist in your brain, I don't think we will get to earn much. And you're all liars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7524319032216229045?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7524319032216229045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7524319032216229045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7524319032216229045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7524319032216229045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/shitty-group-members.html' title='Shitty group members'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-944680929918628917</id><published>2010-03-18T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:34:12.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Exhaustion is killing me. You have no idea how exhausting it is having 19 credit hours but plus all the tutorials and all, I actually studied 27 hours in a week. Now that Prof. Ilaria is not around, we at least have 6 hours less, after next week I shall feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then to think about it, next semester will be as hectic as this semester, or perhaps more hectic as I want to take co-curriculum next semester so that I can be more free in my last 2 semesters to deal with my final year project paper or thesis. I hope i can handle it, really hope I can, I think I will and I can, just have to be stronger, think about how free I could be when it comes to the last year, by then can work and start saving to go to Italy. Well it's not like we have to pay a penny to go there, but it's better to save as much money as you can when you're young no matter what purpose it is, in case of any emergency, you will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up at 6 and have not rest until now. Very disappointed with Wahid, his food and also that he broke his promise to me. Stupid APK project, now I have to deal with the shit. And omg KM is just so scary, seriously don't know what does she wants. TITAS presentation is coming and Im horrified, I am gonna do the powerpoint presentation well and speak well, I HOPE... Research paper, please let me pass. Im scared of the 3500 words project paper and the presentation that will cost 40 marks, like OMG. Italian, so complicated now, l'imperativo, il condizionale, il congiuntivo and many many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for exam to be done and I shall have my 2 months holiday. I don't think I will work in this holiday, I shall just work on my plans that I couldn't work on during school period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I am very happy to meet Chee Leng again today as I really feel her as how she feel me. She feel me in the u-know-who issue with me, because she was treated that way too. And then it's nice to know the iranian girl in my class and chatted so long with her, it's like having another cool friend now, and she's hell smart. Next week, gotta go to see Dr.Huang to make myself feel better again. Well it's not like Im relying on her to deal with my feelings or thoughts, it's just that it's nice to get to talk to a professional about your problems and then seriously, it's nothing like talking with your friends and you will better just by sharing, it feels way more than that, the words she told me helped me so much on solving my problems and made me realised the problems and the solution to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just wanna be done with my research paper homework and pass it up to Dr.Antoon tomorrow and I shall jump on my bed, do some facial, read a good book and fall asleep. And then, wake up at 7am for classes from 9am to 5pm, yes tell me about it, Dr.Cinzia's replacement.. Oh!! I gotta wear nicely tomorrow!! Have dinner at her house later, gotta take more pics =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to start on my homework and counting down to be FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-944680929918628917?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/944680929918628917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=944680929918628917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/944680929918628917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/944680929918628917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8644165724681136535</id><published>2010-03-14T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:57:12.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better..</title><content type='html'>As everyone know, I am quite unhappy lately, not relationship problem, just some other problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unhappy with a bunch of selfish friends I have in Uni, I just can't see why they can't treat me the way I should have treated, I am not asking or expecting anyone to treat me nice, but as I said, I don't expect being treated badly and in a mean way. But Im so glad that I have best mates in Uni that still treats me nice, my best friends, Sky, Zhen, Ting Yun and San Yin. And I must say I have very nice coursemates, once again Sky, Zhen, Farah and Ridge, Im very happy having you guys around with me. Seriously without you guys, I don't think I have any friends anymore in UM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic huh? Saturday morning, mom and I sat down and talked for hours about my problems with those uni mates that apparently was acting like shit towards me, it did make me feel better a little. Mom gave me lots of examples how she or my dad got treated badly or wrongly before by their own so called best friend and apparently we should really not be nice to anyone until we really know them well. And then went to Pei Yin's house have lunch with her, no need to talk much, Im already feeling better having her around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was fun, we went to neighbour's house for bbq and also pan mee, it was good and fun, nice food, nice gossip session =p Bf was being really sweet texting sweet messages to me.. I am contented being in such great neighbourhood.. At night talked with bf for an hour plus, talking about his problems and then my problems.. He had made me feel 100% happy now.. He's always so understanding, so alike with me.. We always say the same words at the same time.. At first we would be shock like OMG but now we would be like, oh come on not again.. And now we would actually take turns to talk, I meant like he will tell me, ok u say it cause I know it will be the same as what I wanna say.. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I hope he's mine forever, he's the perfect guy for me in this world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8644165724681136535?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8644165724681136535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8644165724681136535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8644165724681136535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8644165724681136535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better..'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1844734994224397394</id><published>2010-03-11T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:01:04.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>I am very disappointed with my friends. Not all, some particular ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't u guys be more understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expecting u guys to be nice to me but at least don't treat me badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you! Only come to me when u need help, we were so close before, and now we're like hi-bye friend when we meet each other, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enough of being used. I am enough of being taken granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate my fucking life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-1844734994224397394?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1844734994224397394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1844734994224397394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1844734994224397394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1844734994224397394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5719504872083088605</id><published>2010-02-15T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:12:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks babe for giving me such a sweet Vday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the daytime and I love you through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you when the sun comes up and when the stars shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the winter, in snow, or rain, or mud.&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the springtime when the trees begin to bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the summer when the birds sing out their call.&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the autumn as the leaves begin to fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you this message for a very simple reason, to let you know I'll always love you with every passing season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;A burning feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Agitating!&lt;br /&gt;Trying with all his power to tell you something...&lt;br /&gt;My heart...belongs to Sammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy! I will always LOVE You!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the best &amp;amp; Thank you for being my ' Valentine ' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody Lai... Hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the words that made me cried in Chili's. I will always LOVE You too darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5719504872083088605?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5719504872083088605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5719504872083088605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5719504872083088605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5719504872083088605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be my Valentine'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5202810705397045185</id><published>2010-01-16T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:29:50.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Read Pei Yin's blog about her 2009, made me thought of my 2009 too. Here are the moments in my 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9EfKX5rI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZamdM3PWZwU/s1600-h/colllage+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9EfKX5rI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZamdM3PWZwU/s320/colllage+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427186173251937970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Done with STPM, got the result I've wanted =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9E2KbeII/AAAAAAAAAj4/1t9IAgOwH14/s1600-h/DSC01640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9E2KbeII/AAAAAAAAAj4/1t9IAgOwH14/s320/DSC01640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427186179426187394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Worked in the law firm, learned some stuff at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9FbkhmnI/AAAAAAAAAkA/D8lVfwNeX34/s1600-h/DSC00470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9FbkhmnI/AAAAAAAAAkA/D8lVfwNeX34/s320/DSC00470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427186189467753074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jens came Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9FkUmhKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xud12ElVhR8/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9FkUmhKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xud12ElVhR8/s320/DSC00434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427186191816885410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me got into UM =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9-dzLmgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mfj7qBtHMXY/s1600-h/5571_119621233389_622773389_2235259_1590950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9-dzLmgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/mfj7qBtHMXY/s320/5571_119621233389_622773389_2235259_1590950_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427187169318640130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Italian dinner =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9-hxXH0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/U_Bg8lCD4P4/s1600-h/6732_1037155987655_1788151297_81077_2414477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9-hxXH0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/U_Bg8lCD4P4/s320/6732_1037155987655_1788151297_81077_2414477_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427187170384748354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved classmates and seniors and also Professoresse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9GEEPfKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/krsbCS37kW8/s1600-h/100_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9GEEPfKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/krsbCS37kW8/s320/100_2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427186200338201762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool friends, the Spanish and the Germans =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9-yziP0I/AAAAAAAAAko/52c6yrLvKIc/s1600-h/091120_222503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9-yziP0I/AAAAAAAAAko/52c6yrLvKIc/s320/091120_222503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427187174957268802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved bf that I've met on my birthday, we've done so many romantic/fun things together since we got together =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year.. Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5202810705397045185?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5202810705397045185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5202810705397045185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5202810705397045185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5202810705397045185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/S1E9EfKX5rI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZamdM3PWZwU/s72-c/colllage+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-940889928115151038</id><published>2010-01-12T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:46:51.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>LOVE is irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have such complicated feelings. I felt worried for a whole day. I knew he's busy, his phone was spoiled since last Friday, he have many many reports to complete, he has classes from 8am to 630pm and he's so super busy with everything. Isn't it good enough that he came online last night and talked for an hour with you?! Gosh Samantha why r u still so worried ? Thinking all the shit why doesnt he have time for u and what is he doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all getting better and better. I met better and better guys as I move on from one to another in my life. Obviously, all relationship have at least one major problem. The Swedish ex was with the long distance problem. This bf is with the how-long-more-is-he-gonna-be-here problem. I totally salute those who put LOVE as priority without caring about every other thing. I can never fly over to Sweden and just stay there with him without planning for the future. I have to follow the goals of my life. Professeressa Rita said I was being rational for letting him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this bf, I somehow find him so perfect. So perfect that I don't wanna let him go. So bloody perfect that I am falling for him. Well I was kinda expecting myself to LOVE with all my heart as how I want, and SAD with all my heart when he leaves me. Yes, he will leave me someday, no matter he wants it or not. I don't wanna him to stay long in Malaysia either.. All I want for him is to achieve his dreams of getting to study and travel to all countries he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still LOVE him with all my heart, no matter how that LOVE will damage my heart at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-940889928115151038?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/940889928115151038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=940889928115151038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/940889928115151038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/940889928115151038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2010/01/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4769287950603982195</id><published>2009-11-08T08:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:50:50.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again!</title><content type='html'>It's been such a long time.. I've totally lose my mood to blog ever since I got into UM.. Everyday is so hectic, didn't really have the chance to sit in front of the computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some updates =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Im having my final exam, and gosh I am so glad that everything is going smoothly.. The hardest paper isn't as tough as I thought and I've managed to answer them and wrote long pages of answers! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have a new bf, who is so awesome! Finally managed to dump that swedish dude, awesome isn't it? So many friends seen me suffered, cried for nothing, always say wanna end things and be happy but at the end gone back to him, so sorry for making u guys worry and waste your time comforting me.. But now I've managed to move on and have a happier life, a way happier one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I still couldnt believe I've made this decision just like this.. It seems like it takes forever for me to make this move but finally I've made it.. He just came into my life like this and wash off all the pain and care for me so well that I feel love again.. And the ex still annoys me by sending me sms telling me that I'm a bitch, Im so naive Im so childish and that Im pathetic.. Look who's being pathetic.. Why should I stay with a guy who doesn't even have a job, no education, staying at friend's place? Fine probably these things he didn't choose to go through.. But treating me like shit is totally unforgiveable.. I don't need a man who doesn't even wanna admit to ANYONE that Im his gf, who thinks that it's my fault for being so far away from him.. Why can't u fucking make the effort to come Malaysia for me? Why is it always that I have to go Sweden for you and that you fucking think that my education is not important, because you're fucking staying in Sweden jobless and expect me to go there and live with you? Please, you're the one being naive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Im happy that Im happy now =p Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4769287950603982195?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4769287950603982195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4769287950603982195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4769287950603982195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4769287950603982195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4905749632359225697</id><published>2009-07-05T18:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:12:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New chapter : Uni Life</title><content type='html'>I am really happy to post about my new uni life which I am super in love with FOR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in hostel isn't bad at all! Get to experience something different, it's really nice having my roommates around everytime I go back room and get to chat with them til I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, lunch and dinner are provided so basically everyone in the hostel will eat together. Btw, my hostel is called Kolej Kediaman Keempat, go Bestari! I never feel alone in this place, I am almost laughing and happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCQX7P5rI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9KwgXUpXmSE/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354923174755559090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCQX7P5rI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9KwgXUpXmSE/s320/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo yo S to the A to the Mantha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCQJXCfWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Dxk5RnGCMxE/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354923170845588834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCQJXCfWI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Dxk5RnGCMxE/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Queueing to open the bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCP8cnzNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/p5PgXJ12-oA/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354923167379344594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCP8cnzNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/p5PgXJ12-oA/s320/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's such a cute and sweet girl, love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCPkXjqpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5FWNSexreG4/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354923160915651218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCPkXjqpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5FWNSexreG4/s320/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sien til crazy adi haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCPe75b8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/noH1jDiaN5k/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354923159457460162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCPe75b8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/noH1jDiaN5k/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone's queueing long to get the bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBB_BuhpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YrED-PrRoXg/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921828042049170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBB_BuhpI/AAAAAAAAAgc/YrED-PrRoXg/s320/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cellmates, Siew Sia, Joo San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBBijGHZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7WB_egzhX8I/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921820397378962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBBijGHZI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7WB_egzhX8I/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the stairs, my face is so HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBBW_nMUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PLjTmbZJYl8/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921817295761730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBBW_nMUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PLjTmbZJYl8/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our killer pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBBIGF7FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rAw4ViND4wc/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921813296409682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBBIGF7FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rAw4ViND4wc/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roommate Jun Wen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBA9gINLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/uYVpvFDbgA8/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921810452821170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCBA9gINLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/uYVpvFDbgA8/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another roommate Pei San&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCAT_5s1wI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ewk1diGHV2g/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921038002837250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCAT_5s1wI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ewk1diGHV2g/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, I secretly kept this picture=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCATgiMQrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/f9bh85a1tAA/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921029582734002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCATgiMQrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/f9bh85a1tAA/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Syok sendiri =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCATPj1h7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/_NjNIGLCNn4/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921025026230194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCATPj1h7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/_NjNIGLCNn4/s320/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we had our cheers fight, almost 4000 of us! We're upstairs and opposite are our mates too, those in white are our cheer leaders. It's such a great experience to be in the cheers fight. Basically 12 colleges have their own enemies and friends, we help each other to cheers. We were all so high cheers fighting that the MC had to calm us down. Even the canselor had problem calming us down when he was giving his speech cause instead of clapping when he said something we will cheers and then it eventually started our cheers fight that made the canselor can't continue his speech so the MC and the VIPs had to ask us to bertenang. It is just so awesome that everyone were so high and couldn't be stopped. We were just facing our enemy college with our friend college and started everything, it was like a place full of bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCAS695QNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zlw3EY3SAcQ/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921019498381522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCAS695QNI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zlw3EY3SAcQ/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before our performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCASuMeSSI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ws8PED_Xu-8/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354921016069867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCASuMeSSI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ws8PED_Xu-8/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love love love our hair for that night! Special thanks to Pei San for helping me to dress up that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was awesome I tell you. We're the only team that danced and we were the champion! Master said he never see such high spirit and creative students like us! Go Bestari! But the prize were kinda lame la, just a book for all the hard work. Especially those guys, OMG, can you believe they actually practice dance until 2am while we girls already sleep on our bed? I will try to find the video of our dance and post it here when I have the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Class will start tomorrow, I really can't wait. And I definitely misses my friends very much, Pei Yin, Danica, Raymondo, Grace and lots more! For now, cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4905749632359225697?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4905749632359225697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4905749632359225697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4905749632359225697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4905749632359225697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-chapter-uni-life.html' title='New chapter : Uni Life'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SlCCQX7P5rI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9KwgXUpXmSE/s72-c/DSC00449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2320533035627178405</id><published>2009-06-17T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:43:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Jens seems to be away from Malaysia for very long, but it's only 3 weeks though. It felt like forever for not seeing him for only 3 weeks. Felt like I've not seen him for such a very long time. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday work work work work. At the end, still earn so little money. How long do I have to save to get what I want? Damn tired, double job, weekdays office job and uno, weekends uno, not even a day where I dont have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life is worse than study life. I can't wait to get back to life where I only need to think about books, teachers, school and friends rather than thinking about work, office and money. Thank god I have nice colleagues, that's what make my working life better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends btw! Love you guys! Thanks for all your caring and time. Love those who read my blog too. MUAX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2320533035627178405?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2320533035627178405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2320533035627178405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2320533035627178405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2320533035627178405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6508251330642155629</id><published>2009-06-14T11:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:07:51.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Thailand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im back =) Thailand trip was fun overall, love shopping in Thailand, everything is so freaking cheap! And best of all, things that I wanna get in Malaysia which is pretty expensive, I got it in Thailand with like half of the price, awesome! Cheap! Worth the money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reach Thailand in the afternoon, check in hotel, straight away went to our favourite restaurant, lunch was around RM50. Then, we went shopping for like few hours, tortured our feet, then went for foot massage.. Massage was great, they still remember us cause everytime we go Thailand we go there everyday for foot massage.. After that, we went for dinner at tepi jalan, food was good. But I notice something, their hawker store or tepi jalan food also cost around RM4 per dish, same as Malaysia but then their dish is like quite big for a person, totally worth it. But I think it's pretty expensive for the Thai because surely they dont earn as much as we do here. After dinner, we went to the night market and omg, how can we finish shopping there! I think if I walk a whole night also can NEVER finish seeing the shops. After like 2 hours of shopping and bought some stuff, satisfied adi, tired adi, so went back to hotel. This time my dad not into night life, no sitting at lobby drinking beer listening to band, so we sleep around 11pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up early and go for our buffet breakfast, the food was just ok, but was kinda full anyway. Then went for prayer, shopping again. This time shopping was just tiring, didn't buy anything. Then went for foot massage again and did my pedicure and manicure=) Very cheap! All for only RM15, plus foot massage RM20, RM35 for foot massage, pedicure and manicure, cheap isnt it?! And then dinner again, and then we just went back to the hotel room and rest, we were so tired so we didnt go to the night market again, we just watch tv and sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most relaxing day. Woke up late, took long time for our buffet breakfast. Then went to the jewelry place to buy my ruby. After that went to buy souvenirs, then body massage. I really don't like body massage, I find it wasting money and most of the time I feel pain cause she press so hard on my body, every part. No more body massage in the future, only foot massage. After body massage, time for lunch, yummy! Then went to airport, freaking flight got delayed, stupid air asia. So just sat in a cafe and waited 2 hours. Flight was boring, 2 hours seems eternity. Reach home at 10pm, damn tired. But Im glad Im home, finally can sleep good in my own bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, pictures time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-9Ya97I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Z2KWQfA6Xvo/s1600-h/DSC01970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347018486480304050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-9Ya97I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Z2KWQfA6Xvo/s320/DSC01970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad n Mom at the airport &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-vuOscI/AAAAAAAAAfE/eOTYxdEFN3g/s1600-h/DSC01969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347018482813678018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-vuOscI/AAAAAAAAAfE/eOTYxdEFN3g/s320/DSC01969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pic at the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-d4EDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3M3WE7R55mk/s1600-h/DSC01967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347018478023085234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-d4EDLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3M3WE7R55mk/s320/DSC01967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Massage massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-PFimmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LxB9st81W6k/s1600-h/DSC01956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347018474053081698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-PFimmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/LxB9st81W6k/s320/DSC01956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we start eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrUSG2RgI/AAAAAAAAAes/1qnPU1ZL4gc/s1600-h/DSC01957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016653797737986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrUSG2RgI/AAAAAAAAAes/1qnPU1ZL4gc/s320/DSC01957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 15 minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrUMHjZaI/AAAAAAAAAek/NUpVWEqNnEM/s1600-h/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016652190082466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrUMHjZaI/AAAAAAAAAek/NUpVWEqNnEM/s320/DSC01955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thai fried rice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrT0ZAsXI/AAAAAAAAAec/6OVkgsXZQQg/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016645820854642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrT0ZAsXI/AAAAAAAAAec/6OVkgsXZQQg/s320/DSC01954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite, kai lan fried with siew yoke.. Every meal must have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrTo_KinI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rpgsAc3HTK8/s1600-h/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016642759658098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrTo_KinI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rpgsAc3HTK8/s320/DSC01953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tom Yam.. Seriously sick of it now, no more please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrTK5Y5oI/AAAAAAAAAeM/fsjrwXkA5Fk/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016634682369666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRrTK5Y5oI/AAAAAAAAAeM/fsjrwXkA5Fk/s320/DSC01952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Som Tam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqKDYMfrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/baLJhIRIAwE/s1600-h/DSC01951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347015378533646002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqKDYMfrI/AAAAAAAAAeE/baLJhIRIAwE/s320/DSC01951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After massage and pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJ1dOWxI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5jZ_ZTMvR1U/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347015374796643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJ1dOWxI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5jZ_ZTMvR1U/s320/DSC01947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nail art, very cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJpYZvwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/SQ45G7LkliU/s1600-h/DSC01946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347015371555192578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJpYZvwI/AAAAAAAAAd0/SQ45G7LkliU/s320/DSC01946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the prayer for 4 faces Buddha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJRi7xSI/AAAAAAAAAds/pjTYvstaex0/s1600-h/DSC01945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347015365156914466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJRi7xSI/AAAAAAAAAds/pjTYvstaex0/s320/DSC01945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the prayer too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJP5FOrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9kWYxqiU-qM/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347015364712938162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRqJP5FOrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9kWYxqiU-qM/s320/DSC01943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We paid for the dancers to help us thank the 4 faces Buddha for blessing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f23aa1586b2f9c6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f23aa1586b2f9c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331846855%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D544FFEA93BBB2CA371F9548E9D2A12C679760181.3ACB1BC198C312211F8BB780726C58444F4FF6B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f23aa1586b2f9c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D31Q8Yksa5hVX9N0p7Lm2ZwnatgM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f23aa1586b2f9c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331846855%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D544FFEA93BBB2CA371F9548E9D2A12C679760181.3ACB1BC198C312211F8BB780726C58444F4FF6B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f23aa1586b2f9c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D31Q8Yksa5hVX9N0p7Lm2ZwnatgM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a video I took while they were dancing to thank the 4 faces Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6508251330642155629?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5f23aa1586b2f9c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6508251330642155629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6508251330642155629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6508251330642155629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6508251330642155629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-thailand.html' title='Back from Thailand!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SjRs-9Ya97I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Z2KWQfA6Xvo/s72-c/DSC01970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6170995163806971652</id><published>2009-06-10T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:54:24.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irreplaceable</title><content type='html'>'To the left to the left.. To the left to the left.. To the left to the left..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to sing this song together with Jens when we were shopping.. I wanted to go to the shop on the left and he was on my left side so I pushed him to the left and sang this and he actually continued, it was such an unforgettable moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally life is back to ' normal ' again. No more fast heart beats when I think of I will see him, no more smiles while driving thinking that I will get to see him. Everything is back to where I will work hard and find a way to see him again, as usual, like what I've been doing for more than 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays damn rajin sms with him, his phone bill was 3444 bucks, I shall wait for my phone bill to come, but sure mine wont be as expensive as his one, still scary though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will go for my Thailand trip, 3 days without texting with him, sure I would miss him and hope he can survive. Other than that, Thailand here I come!! I will shop like nobody's business!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6170995163806971652?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6170995163806971652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6170995163806971652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6170995163806971652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6170995163806971652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/06/irreplaceable.html' title='Irreplaceable'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2496979493841559966</id><published>2009-06-10T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:29:23.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments in Pizza Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B5d59KWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PjHHw0q_SJ4/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704475736484194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B5d59KWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PjHHw0q_SJ4/s320/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4S = Sai Sai syok sendiri! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B42_cksI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fjzYT1jcRJk/s1600-h/DSC01930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704465290531522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B42_cksI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fjzYT1jcRJk/s320/DSC01930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our chef, suka orang ambil gambar dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B4hh1DfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IDLEhBtoTWY/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704459529162226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B4hh1DfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IDLEhBtoTWY/s320/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zarni and Me curi tulang =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B4u7t3zI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wxeWsBd9p5w/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704463127404338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B4u7t3zI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wxeWsBd9p5w/s320/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gayness at Pizza Uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much pics though, work la, where can main main dengan camera.. There shall be more to come =) CHEERS my colleagues! &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/8384925488168915460-2496979493841559966?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2496979493841559966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2496979493841559966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2496979493841559966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2496979493841559966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/06/moments-in-pizza-uno.html' title='Moments in Pizza Uno'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si_B5d59KWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PjHHw0q_SJ4/s72-c/DSC01932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3378819360417378958</id><published>2009-06-10T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:19:19.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usha's wedding dinner!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Usha and Ponmuthu! I will let the pictures do the talking =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si-_5KnGRFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Brn-9YyE-8c/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345702271533859922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si-_5KnGRFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Brn-9YyE-8c/s320/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si-_AJkSzCI/AAAAAAAAAck/WVMBOeBoaf0/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345701292001119266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si-_AJkSzCI/AAAAAAAAAck/WVMBOeBoaf0/s320/DSC01904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bride and Groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345701286595416082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si--_1beUBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/RKDr4A1lH4M/s320/DSC01903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345701285038840306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si--_voW2fI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Q-JAzZuG3Ow/s320/DSC01896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy faces after the food =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345701278438679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si--_XCwYiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eGT3h66bEUA/s320/DSC01895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mondo with his favourite.. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345701274218551762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si--_HUmWdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/dx3ic2DRSvY/s320/DSC01892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Danica &amp;amp; Sammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we went to Station One for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345702283573232354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si-_53dgguI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0gWW6Ijli9Q/s320/DSC01923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345702273682150562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si-_5SnSlKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lmqNn3sd4gE/s320/DSC01914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3378819360417378958?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3378819360417378958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3378819360417378958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3378819360417378958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3378819360417378958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/06/ushas-wedding-dinner.html' title='Usha&apos;s wedding dinner!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Si-_5KnGRFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Brn-9YyE-8c/s72-c/DSC01911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3696988057404701512</id><published>2009-06-05T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:23:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zarni's birthday!</title><content type='html'>Weeee ! The birthday surprise was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Zarni and I work upstairs, so Grace and they all plan downstairs how to give him the cake and stuff. So Grace came up and get me, left Zarni alone upstairs, he wanted to follow but no. Then we sent the cake up with the food lift and we sing birthday song for him through walkie talkie. He was so happy! He said his birthday is boring and suddenly now he feel very meaningful =) Zarni I know you love us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Zarni!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3696988057404701512?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3696988057404701512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3696988057404701512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3696988057404701512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3696988057404701512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/06/zarnis-birthday.html' title='Zarni&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5278695302335142587</id><published>2009-06-01T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:01:33.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to hectic life</title><content type='html'>Finally, start working fulltime again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day working in Uncle Francis' company, it was actually very nice to work there! There's only one more worker there so there's like 2 of us, we talk alot and it was really nice, way nicer than the law firm. And the work is kinda easy I think, just do some accounting stuff and do income tax thingy. Best thing is Uncle Francis taught me basic accouting on his own, such nice boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was on him again. I was concentrating on my work and suddenly I heard the door opened and someone just screamed ' Lunch time!! ' Tepat-tepat at 1pm, who else, my dad la ! Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night went for another job, 7pm to 11pm. Today I have lots of energy, don't really feel tired at work. Just don't like the B but Aung Aung Thu managed to make me feel so happy before i came back home. I've got carbonara and bolognese sauce! Wahahaha syoknya! Tomorrow, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tired, bounce to bed, get up early tomorrow and face another busy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5278695302335142587?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5278695302335142587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5278695302335142587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5278695302335142587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5278695302335142587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-hectic-life.html' title='Back to hectic life'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2187197486642038096</id><published>2009-05-31T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:40:22.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B again</title><content type='html'>Since I have to work almost everyday, I have the ' luck ' of seeing her almost everyday. Maybe twice a week I won't get to see her, and those are the days I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was super busy at work, downstairs full house. Dah la super lack of worker, yet she wants to go kitchen kacau. Make until the food come out so late, and who have to face the angry customers? We all right? Why don't she send the food herself and sendiri face the angry customers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always complain, say I didn't promo enough the promotion dishes. Hello, I did, but she never wanna believe me. She said she didn't see me talk long enough with customers, means I did no promotion. So yesterday I got mad , I promo kau kau, help her sell so banyak promotion dishes, she got say anything or not? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, those promotion thing really not so nice la.. I ask every customers who took the promotion dishes, all said ' It's ok only ' ... Haiz, wasted all my saliva, wasted the customer's trust on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she herself get mad for some reason and scold everyone. Hello! You put my schedule damn weird k. Everyday work night shift, suddenly Monday I have to work 12pm to 3pm, then go home, 7pm to 10pm work again. Ask you let me work more you don't want, kedekut giler, so I had to find another job right. So I found another job and told you I can't work monday afternoon only, you started telling me all the stupid words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN BO SYOK LOR! But, work for the money. I don't work to see her face, to hear her stupid voice. I just avoid her at work, try not to be near her, and just do my things and get my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it, this is the deal, endure and work for the money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2187197486642038096?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2187197486642038096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2187197486642038096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2187197486642038096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2187197486642038096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/b-again.html' title='B again'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2773774300271967216</id><published>2009-05-30T12:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:10:34.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCyteWSeiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bionLN1fgeY/s1600-h/DSC00485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341465652371814946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCyteWSeiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bionLN1fgeY/s320/DSC00485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No flash, no smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCytFbX2AI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XxURhYOLUgY/s1600-h/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341465645682251778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCytFbX2AI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XxURhYOLUgY/s320/DSC00484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With flash, with smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCys4Q8BeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/XcJNI3nsFYA/s1600-h/DSC00478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341465642148824546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCys4Q8BeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/XcJNI3nsFYA/s320/DSC00478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In da car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341465637614764498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCysnX7wdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nWzNKxun928/s320/DSC00471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On top of KL Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341465630467042386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCysMvyLFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VeJX5tZRPaY/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Tony Roma's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally got my phone work on transferring the pics to my desktop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was chatting with Jens sis yesterday, showed her the pics that we took when he was here, I was so happy to hear what she said. She said she never see Jens smile like this before and can see that he's really happy. Aww... Sweet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish we took more pics. Don't understand why Jens never like to take pic. These few pics I had to forced him, kept bugging him only he's willing to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, Im happie!!&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/8384925488168915460-2773774300271967216?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2773774300271967216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2773774300271967216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2773774300271967216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2773774300271967216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-and-i.html' title='The man and I'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SiCyteWSeiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bionLN1fgeY/s72-c/DSC00485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2805177620165006679</id><published>2009-05-28T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:25:35.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless night</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna be emo but this is another emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night turning around in my bed. Checked the clock , 0000, 0136, 0245, 0426, 0535, 0626, 0715, 0820, 0956. Yes, I do remember clearly all the time I check my phone for the time, wondering should I just wake up or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss him, I know. Also afraid of lots of other stuff, think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this long distance relationship work or fail again? Can I really trust him and put all my heart in? Or I've already put my everything into this relationship? No, not everything. At least now my education still comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get what I want in life? If I get it in the future, maybe it's not that valueable anymore? Maybe by that time it's not what I want anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want I want and Im sure I want what I want. I wanna be able to live and study in a country that I like. I wanna be able to experience 4 seasons again. I wanna be with the person I like, not apart like now. I wanna have freedom, I wanna get away from my parents, I wanna leave this country!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2805177620165006679?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2805177620165006679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2805177620165006679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2805177620165006679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2805177620165006679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless night'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4012226893791670919</id><published>2009-05-27T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:36:11.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you</title><content type='html'>I am thinking. Thinking alot alot alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I've always thought of how would I feel getting you from the airport, how would your reaction be when you see me, how would I react when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally happened. It happened so quick that I did not manage to catch and remember every single feelings I have in my heart and thoughts in my mind when I see you. I remembered I was happy to see you and I told you ' Hey, Im not mad at you, Im here to get you ' Then we hugged. After that I was so nervous, hands shivering, taking off my Ipod and start calling dad to tell him that you are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to hold my hand when you were walking by my side to the car, but I did not allow, for some reason. Maybe that was not the best time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid. All the memories seem to slipped away so much faster than the 2 months memories I had with you when we were there. I do not wanna forget anything that we've done together when you were here. I wanna keep and lock all the memories we had together in my mind. The time I had with you were too short, it's so not enough, I hated it. I really don't like being here already, and now you just came and gone, makes me feel so so so depress being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up Sammy! I have to keep telling myself that like every second every minute every hour everyday. Everything just doesn't seem right here. I wake up in the morning feeling ' It's another day that Im here in Malaysia , another day apart from you' Every hour everyday just seem to pass so damn slow when you're not here, especially when I was at work. At Pizza Uno, looking at the tables we used to sat, eat, drink, laugh, hug, kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just thought, life is too short for me to waste, I should listen to you, just go there and be with you. I've thought about it lots of times, but it's a very hard step. I can't let go of things here. I can't go to you just to be with you. I want an education. I can't just take this big step for Love. I have lots of lots of reason to be there, it's a country that I really like but education, career comes first. I promise I will visit, I promise and I will. I will try my best to earn money and save money and go visit you, I will be there as long as I can be, hopefully 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to pull myself together, and motivate myself to look for more part time jobs and plan for my future. Can't let myself being sad all the time, gotta try my best to be happy. 2 words, cheer up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4012226893791670919?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4012226893791670919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4012226893791670919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4012226893791670919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4012226893791670919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5369940587004684166</id><published>2009-05-27T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:04:08.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B</title><content type='html'>Let's just call her B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so sick of her bugging me all the time when Im at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Sam, you haven set the table yet ' Hello! I've took order, I had to key in the order myself, not like you will stand at the counter there to key in for me, then I had to send the order to the bartender and pizza guy, then only I can set table right ? What you expect? Me split into 4 and do all things at once for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Sam, why you use toilet so long? ' How come others use so long you didn't say anything? Why only me? Complain this complain that, are you trying to tell me that I can't even use the toilet for a while at work? I've only been in the toilet for 5 minutes, you want me to keep working nonstop just cause you pay me RM5.50 an hour? That 5 minutes will make you rugi izit ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stingy, aircond don't wanna on, everyone included customer feel so hot. When the boss came, you faster on all airconds, faker! Go become actor better right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Why Sam always like to go work upstairs one ' You told me to work upstairs. Sendiri said sendiri forget, then go complain to others, nyanyuk already still got so many things to complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sux alot. The person that I wanna see very badly I only get to see once in 2 years time, now I have to wait another few more months to see him again. And you, the person that I really don't wish to see, I get to see everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5369940587004684166?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5369940587004684166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5369940587004684166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5369940587004684166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5369940587004684166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch-at-work.html' title='B'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7130053825583609896</id><published>2009-05-26T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:08:46.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to recover from sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find another part time job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to earn more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to save more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to have bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to endure the bitch at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be, happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7130053825583609896?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7130053825583609896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7130053825583609896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7130053825583609896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7130053825583609896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/trying.html' title='Trying'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6499114561949651322</id><published>2009-05-25T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:59:44.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Monday</title><content type='html'>Last Monday he was still here, eating dinner with me at Pizza Uno, this Monday he's not here anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least things are getting abit better. Went to the doctor today and get medicine to cure me. Thanks Gracie for temaning me, you're the best =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fine, I actually prefer to work in the afternoon, lesser customer and Miss Mak was there too. But the weather is freaking hot today.. Sweating when I was at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just resting at home, later at night will go work with Grace =) At least now I feel better that I work instead of sitting at home and feel bored. Need to earn more money and save them for things that I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I will get the life I want in the future, sooner or later I will get what I want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6499114561949651322?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6499114561949651322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6499114561949651322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6499114561949651322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6499114561949651322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-monday.html' title='Hey Monday'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-9085819180824746359</id><published>2009-05-24T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:10:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse</title><content type='html'>Everything is just getting worse and worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he left , nothing can make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this stupid sorethroat , it just wouldnt go no matter how many pills I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 6 days work a week at Pizza Uno now, I will still go eventhough Im sick, Im sure I can manage, earning money is more important now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he left, I only sleep, no appetite to eat and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFELESS. Have to stay strong Samantha, everything will be alright. Trust in him and yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-9085819180824746359?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/9085819180824746359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=9085819180824746359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/9085819180824746359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/9085819180824746359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/worse.html' title='Worse'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6399227369878326956</id><published>2009-05-22T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:23:37.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day</title><content type='html'>Bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back. Left me alone here in Malaysia with the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be with him whole day for 4 days, now suddenly I will be alone until I see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the airport I tried to take things easy. I tried not to show any expression of I-will-miss-u-please-dont-go-please-dont-leave-me-in-this-place-where-i-cant-see-u-again. Before he gets into the gate, we just hugged and kissed and said Bye and I just turned around and walked away, without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the car park, drove home, all I could think of is he's not here in Malaysia with me anymore. I can no longer feel his warm right hand holding my cold left hand when Im driving. I can no longer feel excited every morning that I will see him and that I will get to spend my time with him for a whole day. I can no longer let him force me to kiss his cheeks or being stopped by him in the middle of the street just cause he wants a kiss. I don't feel secure driving anymore. When he was here, he helps me park the car, helps me check cars when I do turning, tells me to take it easy. I could have not dare to go KLIA alone, I'm really not familiar with the road, but I did today, cause he was here to make me feel ' You can do it, trust in yourself and me. ' Well it was fun speeding 160km/h and managed to reach the airport on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And , I am sick. Freaking having fever and sorethroat. Been sleeping since I came back home. Got so many nightmares, dreamt about all the things I've worried. Woke up and first thing I had in my mind was ' Jens is no longer by my side ' , feel so bad. Get my phone and read sms from him and friends that concerns about my feelings, feel bit better. Still, seems like the fever and sorethroat will not be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see things from the positive side. He came for me, that showed how much he still likes me and wants me. He had made these days the happiest day I've ever had in these 2 years. He still thinks I am beautiful eventhough I've gained some weight compared to the last time he saw me. Now I have time to start working and saving money, he will also go back to Sweden and work really hard and try to come here on October. October isn't too far away, just 4 months and 1 week =) And then I got time to exercise and get in shape, get enough preparation to see him again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am happy, this sad feelings I have is just temporary. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6399227369878326956?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6399227369878326956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6399227369878326956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6399227369878326956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6399227369878326956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/5th-day.html' title='5th day'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4927369839014129739</id><published>2009-05-22T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:50:22.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day</title><content type='html'>Most boring day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not do anything much except shopping at Subang Parade and took them for chinese food, wasn't really good.. Then it started to rain outside so we just take afternoon nap in the room. Then called my friends out since Jens wanted to meet them but too bad only Danica can make it, but it was nice to have her company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Pizza Uno, again=.= Moc already know what they want, Carlsberg again. Don't really understand what's so nice with beer, really don't feel like drinking so gave mine to Jens. Then he started to get crazy again. Put on my lipstick and kiss on mine and Kristofer's cheeks. I had the mark on until home lol. And as usual, he took my handbag and start the ladyboy acting, was funny though=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool again, the worker there already know what song they want, and as usual, Heineken. And then we went clubbing , omg, fucking Helo Bali so dead, we came out straight after the drink, then went to check Coco Banana, ALSO VERY DEAD. Then we walked all the way to MOS, it was very very nice inside, everything is so cool, PERFECT but it was too expensive and they dont have enough ringgit malaysia to go in, and it's not worth it since we have curfew, so forget about it la.. Went to smoke waterpipe outside Helo Bali, BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for the day, if his friends didn't follow, I'm sure there will be much more fun. Haiz.. Gotta wait for next time then =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4927369839014129739?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4927369839014129739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4927369839014129739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4927369839014129739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4927369839014129739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/4th-day_22.html' title='4th day'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7757519391120636269</id><published>2009-05-21T07:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:37:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day</title><content type='html'>It started abit boring, but at the end it was fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought them to the Nirvana restaurant for lunch, 3 person ate til Rm40, don't really understand but guess the fish and masala mutton is not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Subang Parade and get things I want. I wanted the PH handbag and wallet , but then I abit sakit hati la seeing he spent so much money on me already, so just get the wallet only.. I don't know about the handbag but he kept saying when he go back and work and earn money he will send money for me to buy it.. Maybe by then I dont want that PH handbag anymore, maybe other brand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Sunway Lagoon after that, it was fun. He was sunbathing while I just lie beside him but I was so not enjoying the sun. Then I saw 4 girls don't know from what country like checking on him , go lie by the chair nearby his side, looking looking at him, talking talking and looking looking. DAMN BO SYOK LOR! Then I faster take the lotion and rub his back la , rub his body then I look at them , still looking! To prove to them that he's mine, I kiss him and then instead of lieing he sit up and hugged me, and then they left HAHA! Do not mess with me and my man, bitches. I bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went Pizza Uno, AGAIN! No need to look at menu, Jens already know what he wants to eat, ordered, and Lucy just straight away put the food in front of him lol. Drank Carlsbery again, Sangria, Virgin Margarita, thank god I still can drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving was real fun! There was a car overtook me, then Jens were like ' Race with him ' . Cool, would love to, first time he let me speed. So I race with that car and it was fun as I was like changing lanes all the time and overtook the car once then the car speed faster and overtook me and I speed also and overtook him. Love the MyVi, music is the car was so good last night, was real fun driving and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's pool time again, was fun cause I kept loosing to Jens, so predictable. Heineken again, but did not drink too much, gotta drive. Played til 2am, mom called and screamed at me to go home, haizz....... I need more freedom and less control from them, seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7757519391120636269?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7757519391120636269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7757519391120636269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7757519391120636269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7757519391120636269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/4th-day.html' title='3rd day'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7624519654536813217</id><published>2009-05-20T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:27:24.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second day in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go hutan hutan but then his friend got sick, so we just hang out here instead. Went Daorae for lunch, damn damn damn alot of food and it's damn damn expensive, 3 person ate til RM140+ ! But it's all worth it la, his friend took 2 bbq dishes while Jens and I took set lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went my house cause he got lots of dirty clothes for my mom to wash. And it was so funny cause mom forced them to drink leong char, Im sure it taste weird for them but still they manage to finish it and they kinda like it at the end =p Had a tour in my house and so happy that he likes my house =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went pyramid for movie, Wolverine, it's damn cool but kinda sad though.. Walk around, went bowling alley, sat down at Republic for a drink.. Then went for pool , it was fun though, Jens is so good at it but with luck, I've defeated him once lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Pizza Uno again=.= Im kinda sick of Uno's food even just by thinking of it but since he likes it so much and says he wants to eat there everyday, I shall fulfill his wish before he goes back to Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I feel so freaking dizzy that I couldn't even stand properly that I just collapsed to the floor. Then I feel like vomiting so he had to dragged me to the toilet and I just hugged the toilet bowl and puke like nobody's business. It was horrible, totally can't take it, don't understand why they can take it. For the first time in my life I sat and hugged the toilet bowl for like half an hour. Thank god Jens was all the time with me and helping me =) Love ya !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7624519654536813217?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7624519654536813217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7624519654536813217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7624519654536813217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7624519654536813217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-day-in-malaysia.html' title='Second day in Malaysia'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-589971414616499877</id><published>2009-05-19T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:19:35.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's here!</title><content type='html'>Finally , after 2 years and 3 months of waiting, he came for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it happened so fast! He was planning to come during October, or I go there during August, suddenly now he's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;At first things was very bad , lots of arguements thru sms, I was even mad at him before he get on plane, I refused to reply his sms. When I was waiting at the airport, I was very very scared that he was mad that he did not get on the plane lol.. But when I see him again, all the anger, all the bad feelings just totally disappeared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Can't sleep much, excited. Went to the hotel at 9am and kacau him lol... We went Subang Parade for lunch, wanted to buy some clothes for him but then his friend wants to go KL, so fine, went KL. KLCC close for visitor to go up, so we went KL Tower. Freaking RM38 just to go on top to see and also go dont know what other stupid place. And me being so clumsy, holding Jens and my ticket for other places, came down from the tower don't know throw the ticket where already, ended up we have like 3 more places to go and Jens had to paid for both of us. Feel bad but then it's small money for him so doesn't matter =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night , went Pizza Uno for dinner, just 2 of us since his friend is sick. So expensive, but it's totally worth it =) Jens cant stop saying the food is very good and it's so cheap, and gave RM7 for tips, yet in the car he said he thinks he gave not enough tips ' We should always give 10% tips, I should have gave Rm12 just now instead ' I say no need , save the money for me to use on something else better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy that my friends are concern about me and him, thanks babes, very sweet of all of you, especially Grace and Danica =) Love ya'll , muax !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-589971414616499877?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/589971414616499877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=589971414616499877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/589971414616499877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/589971414616499877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8845160448292883099</id><published>2009-05-12T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:02:55.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>I am so not prepared for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worrying ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough nice top. Not slim enough. Scared not enough money to spend. Scared too little time with him. Worry about this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to bring him ? Beach ? Sarawak ? Melaka ? PENANG ?! Places in Malaysia definitely not as nice as Thailand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprises are good but now that he's coming so soon, Im excited and worried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO NOT PREPARED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8845160448292883099?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8845160448292883099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8845160448292883099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8845160448292883099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8845160448292883099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/preparation.html' title='Preparation'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-53865169458106864</id><published>2009-05-04T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:48:54.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sf5lUkLEBnI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mndCyCwXTY8/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331810412835112562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sf5lUkLEBnI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mndCyCwXTY8/s320/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babies are so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids are so fun to be with sometimes. Went swimming with Chloe, Isaac and Ashley cheesedale =p I told them ' I'm gonna catch ya and grab your butt! ' Ahhhhhhhhhhh and they all trying to escape from me in the pool =p Ashley is so so so funny.. She ask her mom ' Mommy, can I go to the other end ? ' Her mom said ' Wow dear , u can swim to the other end ? ' She said ' No, I can only run there'.. So she get out from the pool and ran to the other end and jumped into the pool again and waved at us, how cute... Awww I want kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's going China again =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going Thailand, AGAIN! More more more more La Senza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my cousins... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I don't really look forward for HIM to come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H1N1 might get worse in the fall =( Take care people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-53865169458106864?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/53865169458106864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=53865169458106864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/53865169458106864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/53865169458106864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sf5lUkLEBnI/AAAAAAAAAbU/mndCyCwXTY8/s72-c/DSC02701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8939591662163655662</id><published>2009-04-30T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:28:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid fucking lizard!</title><content type='html'>Why do lizards exist in the world? Why is it so common in Malaysia but it's uncommon at overseas or that it only comes out during summer time and very very hardly be seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was suppose to go swimming, so packed everything, wore my swimsuit inside, went to my car, opened car door, saw a fucking lizard from the door jumped to my seat. WTF !!! Tried to chase it out but it went deeper inside under the driver's seat.. There's no fucking way Im gonna drive knowing there's a lizard under my seat or anywhere inside my car! So went inside house and just be fucking pissed and emo sitting on the sofa.. Bah! Forget about swimming, went to take afternoon nap instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my dad and uncle afterwards and start complaining about the lizard incident and they were laughing on the phone saying every car also got lizard one.. OMG! Serious? Gosh.... From now on no more driving my car, will only drive my dad's or uncle's car... What if I see lizards in their car too? Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James gonna give me an M3, I don't care! You've mentioned it and now you have to get one for me! =p Haiz.. Being a guy damn cham.. Being nice pujuk girls but ended up have to give them something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8939591662163655662?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8939591662163655662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8939591662163655662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8939591662163655662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8939591662163655662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-fucking-lizard.html' title='Stupid fucking lizard!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8010096923152867575</id><published>2009-04-28T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:55:40.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal trainer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sfc0KzalTmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4RJA9em5NnE/s1600-h/n784525483_4273516_2723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329786044221312610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sfc0KzalTmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4RJA9em5NnE/s320/n784525483_4273516_2723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sfc0KRsQsdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lp20hz9CHks/s1600-h/n784525483_4273441_6683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329786035168653778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sfc0KRsQsdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/lp20hz9CHks/s320/n784525483_4273441_6683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329786032528625074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sfc0KH21DbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ierHOG5LIek/s320/n784525483_4282185_8857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god check out the hot hot body of Elad! My internet personal trainer! Isn't he good looking and have a perfect body? Personal trainer in real life and after knowing him, he've been helping me alot on my diet plan =p And it's FREE! Thanks to facebook!!  &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/8384925488168915460-8010096923152867575?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8010096923152867575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8010096923152867575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8010096923152867575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8010096923152867575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-personal-trainer.html' title='My personal trainer!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sfc0KzalTmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4RJA9em5NnE/s72-c/n784525483_4273516_2723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7267446347244575162</id><published>2009-04-28T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:22:50.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fredrik's daughter</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Fredrik and gf for their new born baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute she is! Fillipino mix with Swedish, can see now that she's already a very pretty girl.. Im sure she would be so special in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfbKY50kejI/AAAAAAAAAa0/S-S9H7eRlKQ/s1600-h/Anak+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329669738226547250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfbKY50kejI/AAAAAAAAAa0/S-S9H7eRlKQ/s320/Anak+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfbKY6s3laI/AAAAAAAAAas/fScI_DvGFbg/s1600-h/Anak+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329669738462680482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfbKY6s3laI/AAAAAAAAAas/fScI_DvGFbg/s320/Anak+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329669733944794242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfbKYp3uHII/AAAAAAAAAak/DyVpZZLQKNE/s320/Anak+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7267446347244575162?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7267446347244575162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7267446347244575162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7267446347244575162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7267446347244575162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/fredriks-daughter.html' title='Fredrik&apos;s daughter'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfbKY50kejI/AAAAAAAAAa0/S-S9H7eRlKQ/s72-c/Anak+221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8340637351872401615</id><published>2009-04-28T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:17:07.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satifaction</title><content type='html'>Sleep was ok.. I heard something dropped when I was sleeping last night, I was sleeping so light so immediately awake.. It's always like this , when got some sound it's always me who heard , next day when I told my parents they will say ' Really ? Did not hear, must be you were dreaming ' =.= Next time won't tell them anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was good, simple but again, can't finish. Then went for swimming.. When I jumped into the swimming pool I thought, 100 laps. As I reached 30 laps, it's already 315pm! Which means I've been swimming for 1 hour 15 minutes , gosh time passed so quick! So I thought if 100 laps, til 5pm also cannot finish, I should have get out before 430 since I have to take shower too.. So I did 50 laps instead and finished at 415pm. Satisfy with my exercise schedule and the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night was so bored at home so called out my babies for french toast again =p It was a happy outing I must say.. Lots of laughters.. And I think I can say Jens coming is a good news, I should be glad that he would come for me and stop worrying about other nonsense things.. Let's just hope he would be confirm on coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8340637351872401615?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8340637351872401615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8340637351872401615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8340637351872401615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8340637351872401615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/satifaction.html' title='Satifaction'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7838879170009722330</id><published>2009-04-25T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:51:21.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelors Party</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I thought it was gonna be another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waking up in the morning talking to Jason btw, he's so nice for always waiting for me to be online, muax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went Kosyala's house to record a video. Me and Bryan K are the guitarists. My part was so damn easy , I just need to play 3 times for the whole song. The video was a disaster anyway but I am looking forward for another meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from Deborah, telling me she have got 7 tickets to the CLEO 50 most eligible bachelors party!! OMG OMG she's giving me 4 so what the hell , for sure I wanna go! So called up Pei Yin , Grace , Danica , Raymondo.. Love Danica's reaction ' Omg wei .... ' She always got the best reaction and respond when I tell her things haha.. So was so excited , planning this and that but the problem was the transportation.. Damn sad ! After struggling for a while , we gave up , let go the tickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so frustrated for the whole evening.. When I was driving in the car , stupid Flyfm kept talking about the bachelors party.. How pack is Zouk , how many crazy girls, blah blah blah.. So decided that I couldn't stay home so I called D and R out.. As usual, dinner/supper.. Ate ALOT ! But they comforted me telling me those bachelors are so not cute , so not worth going haha.. I guess Im not quite interested on those bachelors.. Im more interested on this event , celebrities gonna be there, and it's in Zouk, it's such a big event, I just wish I could be in there.. Well guess this year is not the time yet, and Debbie promised next year she will reserve tickets for me.. I shall look forward to next year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was fun overall.. Came home talked to Jason again.. And suddenly Sai Sai online and we start to on our cam and talk on mic haha.. Not bad, nowadays foreign workers also can afford a LAPTOP and streamyx, RM88.. At least they're having a better life here in Malaysia than in their country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7838879170009722330?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7838879170009722330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7838879170009722330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7838879170009722330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7838879170009722330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/bachelors-party.html' title='Bachelors Party'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4318088637841274692</id><published>2009-04-25T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:39:39.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresses for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfMEV0RNCaI/AAAAAAAAAac/2SfzVxo4z2s/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328607556963994018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfMEV0RNCaI/AAAAAAAAAac/2SfzVxo4z2s/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfMEVnNr9bI/AAAAAAAAAaU/N-Q1bs4iOSs/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328607553459582386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfMEVnNr9bI/AAAAAAAAAaU/N-Q1bs4iOSs/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses for sale ! Rm 45, free size. Contact me or Grace =)&lt;br /&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/8384925488168915460-4318088637841274692?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4318088637841274692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4318088637841274692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4318088637841274692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4318088637841274692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/dresses-for-sale.html' title='Dresses for sale!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SfMEV0RNCaI/AAAAAAAAAac/2SfzVxo4z2s/s72-c/Image042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5712886160284095823</id><published>2009-04-14T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:14:24.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ache</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my whole body ache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lack of sleep yesterday.. Woke up 6am jogged =.= Then brought Kai Ma to UM hospital.. Then went swimming for 2 hours.. I already felt so sleepy at 9pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday got swimming lesson, replace last last Thursday that I've skipped.. And finally I master my frog style !! Now I've proceed to the freestyle, thank god.. I was so fed up with myself with the frog style, been doing it for 1 month and 2 weeks.. Freestyle is fun but really scare my arms and shoulder will get bigger, once master it already I will not do that too much.. There was a girl called Alexis that learns the same thing as me yesterday, we both were chatting and she asked me if I would like to join scuba diving class with her.. I was shocked but I told her I will think about it.. Scuba diving?! Omg so scary.... But my coach said scuba diving is fun, the scenary under the sea is very beautiful , totally different that what we always think.. And even night scuba diving is much more fun and very very beautiful... I cannot think of anything other than feeling how scary is it carrying the heavy oxygen tank and sink under the sea and see aliens or weird fishes =.= See first laaaa........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad at a guy when I was swimming yesterday.. For some reason he have to swim at the bottom of the water and pass by a few times underneath me.. I was practicing and I got so panicked seeing someone under me and forgot about my movement and almost fell on top of him.. I was so mad when we both got up, he apologised but I just kept staring at him.. Haha also that I couldn't really see as I wasn't wearing glasses so I just swam away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5712886160284095823?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5712886160284095823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5712886160284095823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5712886160284095823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5712886160284095823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/ache.html' title='Ache'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1037939121863093672</id><published>2009-04-14T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:03:26.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff !</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah! Finally.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sick of the dining table at the kitchen.. I am so glad that my parents finally took the move to buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SeSHLVCdqyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LytJWFljGWc/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324529288154557218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SeSHLVCdqyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LytJWFljGWc/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SeSHLFTo0FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/f9PhQyw9xPw/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324529283931623506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SeSHLFTo0FI/AAAAAAAAAZk/f9PhQyw9xPw/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's really comfortable and cooling too.. Now I eat every meal on the table , not in front of tv anymore haha.. And the food does taste better ever since we got this table..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I've also got a new dressing table =) Didn't manage to get a picture of it cause my room is messy and dad took the camera to China....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nervous for this coming Friday and next Tuesday! Hope I will do good......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8384925488168915460-1037939121863093672?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1037939121863093672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1037939121863093672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1037939121863093672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1037939121863093672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff !'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SeSHLVCdqyI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LytJWFljGWc/s72-c/DSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8534151497745585753</id><published>2009-04-10T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:52:57.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>I've always love Thursdays, swimming, swimming and more swimming !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday was scary. Swimming was fun, managed to did abit improvement on the style I've been learning for a month and a week.. Finally get rid of all the stupid boards that comes with smaller and smaller sizes each time I go for class. I no longer need the boards for this style! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing is , when I drove out from 3K, I created an accident.. Always accident near 3k.. Thank god money managed to settle things and it's so sad that I used up all the money that I have for this week.. Thank god it's already Friday and I just need to stay home until next Monday to get my allowance again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh u know , a smile can really make changes. Yesterday I smiled at the guy that gives me the parking ticket outside 3k and he was happy and let me know there's a parking space right in front of the pool. And then I smiled at the guard who's at the pool entrance and he was nice with me.. Makes me think that why didn't I be more friendly when I was there previously.. So that's it! Mr. J is right! Smile more to people , be more friendly no matter you're happy or not, a smile can really brighten your day or even the others' . Oh I remember there was once I was driving and there was a police taking care of the traffic , I looked at him and he smiled at me, that made me feel good in the morning, one of the mornings that I drive 2 hours to work with all the complaints in my mind but ended up feeling good for the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8534151497745585753?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8534151497745585753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8534151497745585753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8534151497745585753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8534151497745585753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5548116684881163663</id><published>2009-04-05T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:34:51.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes !</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah ! Oh yeah ! Oh yeah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Im done with the IELTS test, now just gotta wait 13 days til I can get my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY I CAN SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday took afternoon nap, only woke up when my phone rang. At night 9pm already feel sleepy but talked with Mr. J til 1am, then sleep til 9am, was forced to wake up cause dad's bringing us for Dim Sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im sleepy again!! 1130am, should I sleep? Maybe, but I'll just hang on for a while here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, saw Pn. Regina Lee at the exam hall, thought she so geng become examiner, mana tau she's also a candidate=.= An english teacher from my ex school go to the same exam as me and she sat just right at the back of me... She's migrating to Australia though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5548116684881163663?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5548116684881163663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5548116684881163663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5548116684881163663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5548116684881163663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yes.html' title='Oh yes !'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8858163542582453730</id><published>2009-04-04T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:07:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT</title><content type='html'>Does anyone feel that the weather is kinda too warm lately or shall I say especially yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I on my aircond in my car to the maximum when I send my brother to school.. And when I came home I took shower and I still feel hot, so I have to on the aircond.. Then I took afternoon nap cause I was very sleepy for some reason, maybe because I did not sleep much at night.. And I woke up feeling so warm, I hate this kinda feeling in my body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained in the evening, it was abit cooler outside.. Then at night when I was in front of the computer I feel so warm again, and that was after shower.. GOSH! So I went to my room instead , on the aircond, make it very cold in my room and went to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the weather or me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8858163542582453730?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8858163542582453730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8858163542582453730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8858163542582453730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8858163542582453730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot.html' title='HOT'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7377575267911843046</id><published>2009-04-03T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:17:45.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Gracie =)</title><content type='html'>Aww.. My bad.. Forget to take pics =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun.. Long time didn't go out with babe Grace, thank god she's free for me this evening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to Las Carritas, the food is good there, very special.. And the service is pretty good too, enjoyed my time there =) There will be another visit soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my pay cheque from Pizza Uno.. Haha of course I was so much looking forward for the desert.. Ordered Mud Cake.. Was a special one, one Mud cake comes with 2 scoop of Vanilla ice cream, yummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it again.. I always think ' Oh I can eat more , don't worry! We can still take the desert ' Once again, I can't finish it at all and she have to finish it for me =.= Next time I must not overeat! Not good for health.. Tomorrow need to exercise more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tomorrow's test.. I've already screwed the speaking test, thanks to all those professional examiner who speaks heavy British accent English..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now , Peace !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7377575267911843046?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7377575267911843046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7377575267911843046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7377575267911843046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7377575267911843046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing-with-gracie.html' title='Outing with Gracie =)'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1990966961370347668</id><published>2009-04-03T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:22:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hard time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days where I can take 2 hours nap in the afternoon and yet still can sleep at night. Now I can't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my afternoon nap won't be longer than 1 hour. And if I took afternoon nap, I won't be able to sleep at night at all! No matter how late I get on bed! What's wrong with me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stop taking afternoon nap so that I can sleep at night. During day time I will try to exercise alot so that I will be very tired at night so that I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious, the dark circle around my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-1990966961370347668?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1990966961370347668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1990966961370347668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1990966961370347668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1990966961370347668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2512825349514912673</id><published>2009-04-01T12:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:52:08.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Bukit Bintang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the last day of March 2009, Pei Yin and I went for this awesome trip to Bukit Bintang.. First , we visited the Jogoya restaurant to feed our stomach!! It was great, I was so full.. We ate for exactly 2 hours and 20 minutes, NONSTOP! Worth the money ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575320129360866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLtkcA-0-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/2xnjqINsJBY/s320/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt so hungry in the train..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575329091038834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLtk9ZnLnI/AAAAAAAAAY8/izKaxmKay1M/s320/DSC01864.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;First Round..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575328282798498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLtk6Y6aaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DA5SMZAiFjk/s320/DSC01863.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My favourite Tempure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went walk around in StarHill, of course to my favourite place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575331766405218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLtlHXeCGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QStf7xOE17k/s320/DSC01866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like Im in the galaxy=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319575334475307698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLtlRdUmrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qpeA23is7Gg/s320/DSC01867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blur pic, but I just love the lights..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then out of Starhill, go to Pavillion.. Of course, only window shopping.. Haiz.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLuqroLv8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fDAYIWuoJq8/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319576526911160258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLuqroLv8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fDAYIWuoJq8/s320/DSC01872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a lovely sunny day=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLuqSAXbMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/C1T-fgS0jQk/s1600-h/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319576520033266882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLuqSAXbMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/C1T-fgS0jQk/s320/DSC01871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking pic like a tourist.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took so little pic cause we were busy walking and talking.. Now I am sick of Jogoya.. No, I think I will be sick of Japanese food for a while, especially Tempura.. Man I ate alot.. And lots of lots of lots of salmon.. I didn't count, just kept eating.. Oh and I also ate 2 big pieces of grilled cod fish, was really good, then got sick of it already.. 4 biji air kelapa, burppp... One bowl of Tom Yam.. And lots more other food la, uncountable already.. I also ate shark fin! But it's not the chinese style one, this is good too.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After being so full, we manage to digest our food by walking around Starhill, Pavillion.. There's this black dude, he walked pass me and said ' Hey nice girl ... ', gosh it was scary.. And there's another incident, haiz don't wanna talk about it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall , it was fun. And for sure I am going Bukit Bintang again, very soon! Can't wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2512825349514912673?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2512825349514912673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2512825349514912673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2512825349514912673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2512825349514912673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-bukit-bintang.html' title='Trip to Bukit Bintang'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdLtkcA-0-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/2xnjqINsJBY/s72-c/DSC01861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6794366619410116361</id><published>2009-03-30T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:15:47.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdDZ1MVWDPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/b-yqPg2-eMk/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318990667791600882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdDZ1MVWDPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/b-yqPg2-eMk/s320/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's outing was fun. First we parked at Giant, then we walked to MyDin post office, then we walked to summit. Went sushi king just for the egg thingy, our meal was only RM9.20=p Then went McD to buy regular Sprite. Then went to our favourite shop for lunch, French Toast was good, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing really funny is that we kept refilling at McD. The second time we refill, Pei Yin just gave the cup to the guy and he automatically refill with Sprite.. Hahaha.. I didn't notice until I was drinking half way and Py said ' eh I didn't even tell him what I want and he automatically refilled Sprite for us'.. Man I almost choked, can't stop laughing hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to cook Champinones Con Ajo! But I am not sure am I using the right way or right ingredients or not... But it does taste good and it's so easy to make.. Next I will challenge Aglio Olio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 2 movies today. 12 rounds and The Love Guru. 12 rounds was very kan cheong but I won't recommend you to watch it, it wasn't really nice and we felt that the movie took so long to end. Love Guru was funny but abit boring sometime and lame too.. But I did enjoyed watching it, compare to the Revolutionary Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, was a very happy day=) Love ya babe! See you tomorrow!! Can't wait =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6794366619410116361?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6794366619410116361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6794366619410116361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6794366619410116361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6794366619410116361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SdDZ1MVWDPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/b-yqPg2-eMk/s72-c/DSC01549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7018832714358824715</id><published>2009-03-28T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:39:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Crap time with Cristian is back =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not chatting with him for about a week, finally today I've managed to tell him all my complaints, thanks for you ears =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com is totally fucked up nowadays. It restarted on its own, damn it's time for me to get a new one. And when Cristian called me I was brushing my teeth=.= So my voice were like, u know.. His reaction was even more hilarious ' Sammix are u drunk ? ' Who gets drunk at 1pm? Definitely not me, Cristian, don't always have an impression on me like I'm an alcoholic, please. And do not call me Granny, I am younger than you. Besides , call the copycat doll Granny, she deserves that better yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7018832714358824715?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7018832714358824715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7018832714358824715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7018832714358824715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7018832714358824715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5713206330854929327</id><published>2009-03-27T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:53:04.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've made it !!</title><content type='html'>Oh man! I've made it! After several times of trying, several times of failure, wasted all the milk and spaghetti, I've finally made my very own spaghetti alla Carbonara! Was so happy that I called Pei Yin immediately and after that packed some to her house, and Cynthia was there too =) Pei yin hope you share with Cynthia ya =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how the pasta looks like =) I think I dont have to spend money in Pizza Uno for its pasta anymore , I can make them on my own =) Thanks to chef Admirul for teaching me how to cook it =) I will try to learn more and improve=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sczz206YIHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QHyFLGrDxw8/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317893383259693170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sczz206YIHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QHyFLGrDxw8/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Packed for Pei Yin=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sczz2lRn5TI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gK4TSVExXAE/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317893379062228274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sczz2lRn5TI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gK4TSVExXAE/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My portion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sczz2FqR_7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/7q7Z35B7Cpo/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317893370575716274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sczz2FqR_7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/7q7Z35B7Cpo/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bacons and mushrooms... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5713206330854929327?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5713206330854929327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5713206330854929327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5713206330854929327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5713206330854929327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-made-it.html' title='I&apos;ve made it !!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sczz206YIHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/QHyFLGrDxw8/s72-c/DSC00345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2973991979324014199</id><published>2009-03-23T20:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:08:31.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea+Food=Seafood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLtE6qvkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tDkESf1Vmig/s1600-h/DSC01857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371491664346690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLtE6qvkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tDkESf1Vmig/s320/DSC01857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5 dishes for 3 of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLsheFovI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dSrDOp4_4_M/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371482149233394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLsheFovI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dSrDOp4_4_M/s320/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vege...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLr2j3cDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FFVJEZp4reM/s1600-h/DSC01855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371470630744114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLr2j3cDI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FFVJEZp4reM/s320/DSC01855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sour and Spicy Crab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLp2zkUSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ukASKfV7drA/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371436336861474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLp2zkUSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ukASKfV7drA/s320/DSC01854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oyster omelette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLpAVLYNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VtW5bdRQ9Bw/s1600-h/DSC01853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316371421713883346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLpAVLYNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VtW5bdRQ9Bw/s320/DSC01853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clam mihun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ91x4-II/AAAAAAAAAWs/FeZ6kqltMzQ/s1600-h/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316369580635519106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ91x4-II/AAAAAAAAAWs/FeZ6kqltMzQ/s320/DSC01852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prawns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ9jkYNFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WBVWgwZ35e0/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316369575747007570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ9jkYNFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WBVWgwZ35e0/s320/DSC01851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy... Posing=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ9N2933I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_qdL3X1SiTk/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316369569919393650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ9N2933I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_qdL3X1SiTk/s320/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ8lG8g3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Rl5g9fjORGQ/s1600-h/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316369558980559730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ8lG8g3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Rl5g9fjORGQ/s320/DSC01849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ8P_ozeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/P0FVJhdB_vs/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316369553312763362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceJ8P_ozeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/P0FVJhdB_vs/s320/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIKOLFZDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CnwnwUpu9fM/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367594318816306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIKOLFZDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CnwnwUpu9fM/s320/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIJoGBhDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/KnGC-2Dx17A/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367584097043506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIJoGBhDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/KnGC-2Dx17A/s320/DSC01845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sea again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIJQuB36I/AAAAAAAAAV0/GQxRwOe3uMM/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367577822388130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIJQuB36I/AAAAAAAAAV0/GQxRwOe3uMM/s320/DSC01844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pic of the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIJNMuBWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pM8cC0bsQCo/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367576877368674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIJNMuBWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pM8cC0bsQCo/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poser! Stop asking me to take your pic=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIIQ107oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ydhq0AASG30/s1600-h/DSC01839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367560675225218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceIIQ107oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ydhq0AASG30/s320/DSC01839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seafood steamboat at home=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was on Saturday, one was on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday we went all the way to Kuala Selangor just cause my mom felt like eating seafood.. Sat in the car for so long, was so bored and it never seem like we will reach.. Was hungry and thank god we finally reached that place.. Was nice, sat so close to the sea and did some fishing while waiting for the food to be served.. After the meal we went to buy some ikan bilis, fish balls, this and that, but the most important was the ha beng, yummy! Then drove all the way back home.. Then rushed to swimming, after that rushed to work, was a nice day though=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday, seafood steamboat for both lunch and dinner, it was nice=) Lots of vege too, beef slices sponsored by dad, overall it was really good, planning for another one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lots of nice food latey, which means more exercise. Dad said he wants to join me for swimming, oh my gosh, he's gonna laugh at me for an hour if he goes with me, not gonna bring him along..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2973991979324014199?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2973991979324014199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2973991979324014199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2973991979324014199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2973991979324014199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/seafoodseafood.html' title='Sea+Food=Seafood!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SceLtE6qvkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/tDkESf1Vmig/s72-c/DSC01857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8820162929741184410</id><published>2009-03-21T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:38:00.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8820162929741184410?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8820162929741184410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8820162929741184410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8820162929741184410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8820162929741184410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/wahahaha.html' title='Wahahaha!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5318756633194620619</id><published>2009-03-20T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:04:33.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noises</title><content type='html'>I swear I've been hearing things latey, it must be the lizards in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not paranoid, I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, when I came home from swimming last night, I was all ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard noises from the kitchen, Im sure it's the lizards, they are hiding somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, it was 1230am, I've heard noises on the table in front of me. It's like something pulling the plastic bag. I tried to see but nothing is on the table. Maybe it's a very small lizard.. But I was scared enough to immediately off the tv and went to my computer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the computer room, I was having the earphones and music were on. Again I heard noises like something pulling a plastic bag. I paused the song, and listened, nothing. Got bored and went to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room, I off the light and try to find a good position to sleep. Then I heard something, like something fell on a plastic bag. I try to hear again, nothing. Then I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! So scary right? Is a lizard stalking me? Or was it a whole group of them?! Damn I hate lizards !! I still remember once I was walking to the kitchen, I did not see a lizard on the floor, it was right on the right side of my leg. And I got shocked tried to walk fast to the front and the lizard got scared too and ran towards my leg, HOW STUPID!! I was screaming out loud and try to get the lizard off my right leg. Why can't it run somewhere else but have to run towards my right leg !! So big space in the kitchen and why me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lizards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5318756633194620619?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5318756633194620619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5318756633194620619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5318756633194620619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5318756633194620619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/noises.html' title='Noises'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4438195266979541313</id><published>2009-03-20T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:41:45.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste</title><content type='html'>I am wasting money, wasting oxygen, wasting time in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know how to do lately is try to find things to do instead of being a couch potato or face the computer when I have absolutely nothing to do at home. So I went shopping, swimming more often, TRY to do house chores, find friends go out makan with me. Other than that, also trying to study english, yeah like again, for this IELTS, course starts next week. Sad thing is that Mr.Guna isn't here to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I get a job? No I can't.. Have to wait for the IETLS to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up everyday thinking of what to do. Ask money from parents when I wanna spend on something makes me feel bad. Sighs, really wish I could really really be independent one day. I know I will, but how soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4438195266979541313?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4438195266979541313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4438195266979541313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4438195266979541313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4438195266979541313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/waste.html' title='Waste'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6352470910536640106</id><published>2009-03-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:37:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFhESQWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sTgD9G1WKs0/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808949933392226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFhESQWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sTgD9G1WKs0/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I went Subang Parade with Gracie for the sale where we've stopped by at the handbags department and was there for like more than half an hour, but at the end we buy nothing haha. Before that I've bought a very cheap long black dress for only RM20 in Blook=) Then we went for this Cajun Chicken Salad, was good but I am so jelak of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFiUA1rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mYuit7z-iBY/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808950267795122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFiUA1rI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mYuit7z-iBY/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a Yong Tau Hu lunch at Pudu with bankers and colleagues, was good though=) Was free, thanks Davis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFbFhywI/AAAAAAAAAVM/JFz1qokO37k/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808948327992066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFbFhywI/AAAAAAAAAVM/JFz1qokO37k/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried stuff, very delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFH_tZEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0QkNmljNSTw/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808943203312706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFH_tZEI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0QkNmljNSTw/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Veges, healthy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xEgqcCiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MwP4c8u3Br0/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808932645112354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xEgqcCiI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MwP4c8u3Br0/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly! Hair cut and treatment at Agnes=) Went with Pei Yin and sorry babe for letting you waited.. Very satisfy with my new hair and new eyesbrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6352470910536640106?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6352470910536640106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6352470910536640106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6352470910536640106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6352470910536640106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5xFhESQWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sTgD9G1WKs0/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2965372135891619065</id><published>2009-03-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:27:27.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've finally done with the Twilight Saga. Thanks alot alot to Gracie darling for introducing it to me and borrowed me all 4 of them. I truely miss those days where I was so into the novels that all my free time were only for the novels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5ezLHDuuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9O3XqCQKjvs/s1600-h/Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313788843592497890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5ezLHDuuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9O3XqCQKjvs/s320/Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twilight is the first book. It's so far the best I think. Watched the movie, it was good too. But sorry Pei Yin, I still don't think Edward Cullen is good looking =p But anyway, I strongly agree with you that Jacob is so freaking hot. Jasper is very good looking too, check out his videos on YouTube. Emmet is actually a blondie! And Edward always have such messy hair and with beard when he's not Edward Cullen. But still, Jacob is the hottest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What a stupid lamb." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What a sick, masochistic lion." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edward Cullen and Bella Swan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edward Cullen to Bella Swan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5ezJ_C0wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v6VJ7e3jcR8/s1600-h/New_moon_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313788843290448642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5ezJ_C0wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v6VJ7e3jcR8/s320/New_moon_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New moon is the second book. It made me cry. Everything was just so sad. And in this book Jacob really started to 'appear'. He's a werewolf, and also the protector, that makes him much hotter than the vampires, in my opinion though. The disadvantages are he's not immortal, he doesn't live in a rich family and that he's still so young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It will be as if I'd never existed." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edward Cullen to Bella Swan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars — points of light and reason. ...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5ey_HADPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-BCMuUFQLU8/s1600-h/Eclipsecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313788840371031282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5ey_HADPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-BCMuUFQLU8/s320/Eclipsecover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eclipse, third book. Everything recovered. A little bit boring though. Skipped some pages. Sad part for Jacob, no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look after my heart — I've left it with you."&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen to Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5eyljXQ-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dK0KRrl9vgQ/s1600-h/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313788833510671330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5eyljXQ-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dK0KRrl9vgQ/s320/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breaking Dawn, final book. Very very complicated, confusing, unpredictable. Love some parts , hate like one quarter of it, totally skip that one quarter. Half way reading, couldn't believe what is happening, but glad I did continue reading and the ending was satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?If it was someone you truly loved?''&lt;br /&gt;Bella Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2965372135891619065?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2965372135891619065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2965372135891619065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2965372135891619065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2965372135891619065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-saga.html' title='Twilight Saga'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/Sb5ezLHDuuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9O3XqCQKjvs/s72-c/Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6257952837176058762</id><published>2009-03-12T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:24:30.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over!</title><content type='html'>Can't believe Im done with STPM and actually have gotten result! Time pass really fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've passed every subject =) Dad's happy , mom's happy, Im happy ! I don't mind getting no A, it's good enough that I've manage to pass. For those who get A, congrats ya =) My parents said it doesn't matter how our result is, as long as we're having the right attitude and know how to manage our life, then it's good enough. Yes I agree, I will try my best to be good =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is becoming smooth.. My dad is giving me a HUGE reward, I am so excited about it but I will keep it among my best friends. Then he offered to buy me a laptop next month but I didn't want it, I am happy enough with my desktop =) Then he asked if I would like to go anywhere for vacation,he said I could go China to visit my cousin, it will be free for me to stay there in the hotel that he's working in.. China ?! Errr... Still thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well couldn't think about those things right now. Yesterday I've received a call from a university in Negeri Sembilan, I don't really remember what they told me as I just woke up from sleep , but something like I've been shortlisted and I have to go for an interview .. After considering for a whole day, I think I will pass that, will not want to go so far to study and it's a private U, I might as well study the ones here .. But right now, let's apply for Local U and see how thing goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the IELTS centre yesterday, registered myself for the test. And man it was quick! On the spot I get to know I will have my speaking test on the 2th of April and I will have my writing test on the 4th of April and 2 weeks after that I will get my result. I will also go for the workshop which cost me another RM300 starts from 23rd March. RM830 overall for this IELTS thingy, freaking expensive and I am sure I won't want to get bad result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Pei Yin also yesterday. Korean food for lunch again.. But not in Daorae, regret. It's in Dae Cheong Gum, food sux like shit, no next time. Then a movie in Summit, Love Matters, not worth the money. And we bought some clothes.. Oh man I wanted to buy boots, RM100 , not worth it. Wait til I really need to go somewhere cold only get it. But it's really nice.. I would consider going there again and check it out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6257952837176058762?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6257952837176058762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6257952837176058762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6257952837176058762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6257952837176058762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-6994663535300039171</id><published>2009-03-05T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:01:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both died..</title><content type='html'>My house's only laptop and only desktop died. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ? First it was the laptop, I didn't care much because I still have my very own desktop in my ' office '. Then on a fine day, I found that I couldn't on my desktop at all! Just so you know, some of you maybe wondering how and where, I am blogging at Grace's house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn pathetic! I have to go to her house and borrow com to use.. Then I had to borrow Jun Jun's laptop when we go out, sorry Jun Jun, thanks for letting me use your cute laptop =) It's really cute, pink small ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my job hunt even harder now=( I guess I will be jobless until I have my computer back.. The problem is , the computer guy isn't being co-operative. He's always busy when I call him, but I didn't wanna sound rude so I said to him just come to my house when he have the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god thank god thank god that Grace is being such a sweetheart to borrow me the twilight saga.. I am almost all the time with the book and I really can't wait to finish them.. I took only 2 days to read Twilight=) Now I will proceed to New Moon.. Sad thing is that I heard from James that Edward wasn't even handsome, Bella wasn't even pretty in the Twilight movie.. Oh come on, in the book described Edward and his family members are all almost perfect looking.. So Jun came out with a conclusion probably because they wanna save cost so they simply pick cheap actors to act.. How bad =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my pc is fixed, I can't wait to update some pictures.. I have lots of things to blog about but without the picture, my satisfaction of blogging isn't enough.. So let's hope the computer guy have time for me soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Jobless Samantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-6994663535300039171?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/6994663535300039171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=6994663535300039171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6994663535300039171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/6994663535300039171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/03/both-died.html' title='Both died..'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2734408580724582741</id><published>2009-02-19T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:30:40.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!! Tagged by Jini...</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real…nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question.Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;~* Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word.&lt;br /&gt;~*Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy’s name.&lt;br /&gt;~*Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl’s name.&lt;br /&gt;~*Shantelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation.&lt;br /&gt;~*Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color.&lt;br /&gt;~*Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear.&lt;br /&gt;~*Socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food.&lt;br /&gt;~*Satay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;~*Soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place.&lt;br /&gt;~*Stockholm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late.&lt;br /&gt;~*Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout&lt;br /&gt;~*Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title.&lt;br /&gt;~*Sex And The City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink.&lt;br /&gt;~*Sangria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group.&lt;br /&gt;~*Six Pence Non The Richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A street name.&lt;br /&gt;~*Shelly Street(Jalan Shelly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A type of car.&lt;br /&gt;~*Skoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A song title.&lt;br /&gt;~*Soulmate by Natasha Beddingfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A verb.&lt;br /&gt;~*Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pei Yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Danica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wen Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Raymondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ryan Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Andrew Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only managed to tagged 8 as my blog is not so ' public ' ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2734408580724582741?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2734408580724582741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2734408580724582741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2734408580724582741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2734408580724582741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-tagged-by-jini.html' title='Surprise!! Tagged by Jini...'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7060487879694492996</id><published>2009-02-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:37:22.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday=blast, Sunday=messy, Monday=tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SZrKzzyjpTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OXRtHbNj_VQ/s1600-h/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303774502606578994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SZrKzzyjpTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OXRtHbNj_VQ/s320/DSC03030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SZrKzh_fHmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/t0gO1pocY1Q/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303774497828970082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SZrKzh_fHmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/t0gO1pocY1Q/s320/DSC03028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was the V day. Cristian , I know what you're thinking , it's Valentine's , not Vagi**, stop teasing me when I use the V word =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the day time just talked with Jens.. Mom was crazy! She came into my study room and saw me cam 2 cam with Jens and apparently she bend and waved at him ... He was so happy ' Omg your mom is really nice blah blah blah blah ' and can't stop smiling ... Wonder will my dad ever do that to him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to work, damn it , the queue was so long when Grace and I reached Uno, it was only 7pm yo!! As James were joking to me that morning that I don't have to feel pathetic , I may have met some hot guys at Uno , it actually became real ! There's a guy, really cute , asked for my number but I didn't know how to say Yes and so I did not give, regret is the only word I can describe that incident .. After work , went Republic with some guys friend of mine and guess what ? That cute guy was there... I told those guys and one of them even kept sticking to me and put his hand on my shoulder and stuff , I didn't know how to push him away but I didnt want that guy to think that I have a bf or something , it sux alot actually when I was in Republic.. So then the guys and I decided to head off to a club called Helo Bali, name was lame but why not give it a try .. Was fun dancing at first but then after that started to feel abit bored .. So that night I reached home at 3am , slept at 5am ... The next day I woke up at 8am and then cant sleep anymore .. Don't know is hang over or what , just feel so messed up in the morning .. Then didn't sleep anymore , went shopping with parents and went to work at night , very very sleepy for the whole day ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we have new colleague at the law firm , she's very nice =) Basically whole day just feel so tired, my eyes was even smaller =( Work was ok for me , Lily gave me tasks and I've managed to do them well cause for the first day since so many days that I did not get any scolding from her.. And I really hate hate hate getting work from Hui Ching, is like so many things eg. photocopy documents or just fax a piece of paper she would call me to her room and ask me to do it, well can't she do it on her own cause she's not a lawyer YET. I just don't like it when they have something want me to help they just call me to their place and I have to stand under the aircond feeling cold while hearing their instruction.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, enough complaints, peace!&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/8384925488168915460-7060487879694492996?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7060487879694492996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7060487879694492996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7060487879694492996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7060487879694492996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturdayblast-sundaymessy-mondaytired.html' title='Saturday=blast, Sunday=messy, Monday=tired'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SZrKzzyjpTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OXRtHbNj_VQ/s72-c/DSC03030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7420096834116961397</id><published>2009-02-13T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:22:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save money! Save money! Save money!</title><content type='html'>Nowadays money is so hard to earn .. Work every single day included weekend still don't see enough increase in my bank account,no good ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im enough of clothes , shoes, food and stuff.. I just need 2 more things which is a nice handbag and a nice wallet .. Then it's money for my travelling plan ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays spent not even a single cent on food.. Morning eat breakfast with Daddy and the business partners , lunch usually take biscuit but sometimes colleagues are just so nice that they bought breakfast for me when they go eat breakfast so I keep it til lunch and dinner I eat at home.. I will only spend on swimming classes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went carrefour with colleagues today , and guess what ?! I was talking to colleagues that I want to buy Tresemme shampoo and conditioner and I have to save RM 40 to get it and we went to check , OMG ! One Tresemme shampoo + conditioner = RM 15 ! I just grab it eventhough I don't need it now .. Usually it's RM19.90 for one !! Happy happy ! It always feel so good to shop when there's sales .. That's why wanna buy anything have to wait for mega sales ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sleepy now , at work .. No more thinking about working til May, now I will quit end of this month , isn't this a good news ? Don't have to stuck in 2 hours traffic jam every morning to go home and the same 2 hours in traffic jam going back home .. So lets hope I'll get another job in March if not I just have to stay home and relax myself , do things I wanna do =) I got plenty of time to decide my future , which is real good ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna work at uno, double job today , not bad , can earn more money .. Right now really hope I can reach my target before I turn 20 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Im a rich girl ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7420096834116961397?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7420096834116961397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7420096834116961397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7420096834116961397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7420096834116961397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/02/save-money-save-money-save-money.html' title='Save money! Save money! Save money!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-113661865362392278</id><published>2009-02-09T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:43:28.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures update!</title><content type='html'>Went for my cousin's graduation ceremony in PWTC last Thursday, it was such a great experience.. Raja muda Perak was there, ketua hakim , penguam negara and ALL others were there, isn't that awesome? Imagine I graduate and Raja will shake hand with me, what an honour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_guoHxHJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0do4QGYh4UE/s1600-h/DSC01812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300702378086964370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_guoHxHJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0do4QGYh4UE/s320/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_guK-Pl1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y6ZqDdcGG5c/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300702370262390610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_guK-Pl1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/y6ZqDdcGG5c/s320/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_guN1bPTI/AAAAAAAAATs/aZ59LrJW07Y/s1600-h/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300702371030711602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_guN1bPTI/AAAAAAAAATs/aZ59LrJW07Y/s320/DSC01801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures taken at my cousin brother's wedding dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_gtyyzDaI/AAAAAAAAATk/vA20kq-zQek/s1600-h/DSC01769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300702363771932066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_gtyyzDaI/AAAAAAAAATk/vA20kq-zQek/s320/DSC01769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300702361652527138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_gtq5fgCI/AAAAAAAAATc/CCYYbZHucJA/s320/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uncle, the bride, cousin and my aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697992622465154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_cvW_jYII/AAAAAAAAATU/7ao5rHjffDE/s320/DSC01764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sue, mom, aunt, me and ' Orkid '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697987451025218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_cvDuld0I/AAAAAAAAATM/9UR4up5xin4/s320/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beloved cousin sisters ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697985483817890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_cu8ZkQ6I/AAAAAAAAATE/4uGfm36nG6k/s320/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad and mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697979965026274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_cun1yL-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/l1XwvQpBWX8/s320/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I spot a new member in da family! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697979034216626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_cukX3KLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mxL2_2RgE6Q/s320/DSC01718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad's car look so gay...&lt;br /&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/8384925488168915460-113661865362392278?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/113661865362392278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=113661865362392278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/113661865362392278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/113661865362392278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-update.html' title='Pictures update!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SY_guoHxHJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0do4QGYh4UE/s72-c/DSC01812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8720906024877801933</id><published>2009-02-04T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:26:22.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One word = BORED</title><content type='html'>This is the only word I can use to describe my work. Damn, I really have to look for another job, never thought I would be sick of it so soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday stuck in traffic jam 2 hours to go to work , then jam at least 1 hour to reach home because I left work immediately at 6pm , which means I've already packed and ready at the door at 5.59pm. Come on ! Petrol money , tol money , not like I earn much , not even enough for me to eat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues are mean girls.. At first U think they're so nice, you enjoy hearing them talk bad about others and laugh along with them.. But when they've crossed their limit backstabbing people, I couldn't take it.. Thought they were just joking when they talk bad about others but actually they mean it ! I just don't like those words that came out from their mouth. So now I stay away from them .. I packed lunch to office and rather read newspaper while having lunch on my own, how peaceful , at least I don't have to hear them talking shit when I'm eating.. Boss had staff lunch just now but I refused to attend.. First of all, I've packed my own lunch to work , second, I would enjoy my food so much more without seeing their face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I would help them on doing things, ask them ' Hey , are u busy? Can I help u ? ' Right now, WHO THE FUCK CARES ? I just sit at my place, if they give me job , I do , if they don't , just sit here surf the net and read my reader's digest, feel much better like this.. Just don't wanna mix with them .. After all, this is so not the job I want , this is so not the field I'm going in in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about something more happymaking.. LOVE GODMOM!! Went dinner at her house yesterday and my oh my, the food was absolutely delicious.. Soup with abalone, fried vege, big prawns, fried fish in sweet and sour sauce, sambal ... Hoho couldn't finish so I've packed some home and brought to work today.. Lunch was satisfying =) Don't be jealous Cristian, I know you like chinese food and I'm having it everyday =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to miss swimming but too bad I can't go during weekdays .. Let's wait for weekends then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then , Peace yo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8720906024877801933?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8720906024877801933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8720906024877801933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8720906024877801933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8720906024877801933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-word-bored.html' title='One word = BORED'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1204125520266361731</id><published>2009-02-02T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:01:07.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep deep cut..</title><content type='html'>Don't know where and when and how I got this deep cut on my finger, it hurts =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts cause it's so deep.. I can hardly type yesterday, thank god it got better today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so deep but don't know why Cristian can't see it.. He's blind hehe.. And I ain't a baby ! It really hurts !! Stop calling me baby Sammix !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang a car today.. Next time no more story telling when Im driving.. Thank god no damage on both cars.. Told Jens and he was like ' DO NOT SPEED ! DO NOT GO TOO CLOSE TO THE CAR IN FRONT! ALWAYS KEEP DISTANCE ! ALWAYS ! ALWAYS REMEMBER WHAT I TELL U !!' Ok ok ok , I won't I won't I won't do that anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, waiting for postcards from Chile.. Exciting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-1204125520266361731?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1204125520266361731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1204125520266361731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1204125520266361731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1204125520266361731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/02/deep-deep-cut.html' title='Deep deep cut..'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7199949325657529468</id><published>2009-02-02T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:45:17.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming!!</title><content type='html'>100th post is all about = Swimming!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm crazy over swimming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time damn scared of water, now ever since Pei Yin taught me how to swim, finally know how to swim and not scare of water anymore... Had been going swimming with Pei Yin everyday since last Friday.. OMG I think I saw a guy, he's kinda good looking, sharp nose, guess he's one of the swimming coach but didn't get to look at him much, shall wait for coming Sundays to see if he's really good looking or it was just an illusion ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Birthday wish, I want a swimming pool in my house hehe =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7199949325657529468?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7199949325657529468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7199949325657529468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7199949325657529468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7199949325657529468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/02/swimming.html' title='Swimming!!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8343661351908560919</id><published>2009-01-29T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:27:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy back in Subang Jaya!</title><content type='html'>Finally Im back !! It was fun !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I went Kedah for 3 days and now Im back =) Anyone miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself there=) Firstly, my dad let me drive from Ipoh to Kedah !! He was sleeping while I was driving, Im glad he trusted me and he said whenever we're going out I'll be the one driving, until I feel bored of driving and beg him not to let me drive anymore.. Haha, I wonder how long does it take for me to be bored of driving the mercedes.. But there's another one I wanna challenge, which is the BMW !! BM babe, wait for me, I shall put my hand on you one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and I went all the way to Penang's Queensbay to shop.. It was heavy traffic when we go on the Penang bridge.. My God! I tell you ! There's sales!! Mama mia!! Guess what I bought?! 2 La Senza's bras, 2 La Senza's panties, one shirt for daddy, a pair of heels for work, ate at Kim Gary restaurant, I've used up less than RM 200!! My cousin has the La Senza's member card, everything got 10% discount, save alot wei! AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to a relative's house.. Man! A BUNGALOW ! He's freaking rich man.. Bought a land in the middle of nowhere just to build his bungalow.. And it's damn freaking special.. The living room and kitchen is in a ' building ', master bedroom and study room is in another ' building', other bedrooms are in another ' building ' and the car porch is damn highclass!! You know, it's like a resort, from the bedroom to the living room and kitchen it's like few minutes walk.. Next time I go back Kedah I can stay there as this is just his some kinda vacation home.. Maybe not, it's kinda scary because the lights are so dark and behind is like hutan, if something happen I scream how loud also no one can hear...... We had BBQ party at his place but I went 'home' when it just started because I was bored and decided to go back 'home' and read the love novels my cousin borrowed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I just eat eat eat nonstop and torture the dogs.. Nothing much about the dogs, they're just so so naughty, so so manja.. But I love Money alot, she's so so smart.. Everytime I pass by her she will hands up and wants me to shake hand with her, and I did and she takes up another hand and I did it again and she just kept repeating it until I get bored and tell her I must go haha.. When I stand up and wanna go she will use her teeth bite my toe, very very softly and I feel very itchy when she does that =p She will do that when she wants ur attention, but she's so cute isn't she? She will just bite really softly a few times and look at u and jump and then start trying to bite her tail and spin spin spin .. Cute dog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go shopping again when there's sales in Penang, somemore my cousins have so many member cards in so many shops, can save alot wei !! Sales sales sales please come faster !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only need to start work on Monday , at least I can enjoy myself til Sunday=) Brought lots of reader's digest home, have to finish them all within this week.. Why? Cause they're coming my house next week as my cousin needs to go to the court, yes, the chambering cousin=) Can't wait to see them again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8343661351908560919?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8343661351908560919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8343661351908560919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8343661351908560919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8343661351908560919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/sammy-back-to-subang-jaya.html' title='Sammy back in Subang Jaya!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8332967327758529666</id><published>2009-01-23T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:25:37.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pau!!</title><content type='html'>Received a big angpau from Boss !! Woohoo!! Happy hAPPY HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But work is still BORING! Someone bring me out of here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8332967327758529666?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8332967327758529666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8332967327758529666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8332967327758529666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8332967327758529666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/ang-pau.html' title='Ang Pau!!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3879753949659111232</id><published>2009-01-23T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:44:34.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thusday night out</title><content type='html'>Work is boring. Therefore need to de-bored at Summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean food was awesome, cheap, really worth it. Pei Yin actually brought korean food into my life haha .. Babe, u should get some commission mar for always promoting Daorae haha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was absolutely gan cheong! OMG I love Sonya, she's so pretty. Oh it's Underworld III btw. The guy just so ... not handsome.. But his body is HOT.. Funny thing is when he becomes wolf, his clothes all teared off mar.. But then when he become human back , he's naked mar.. Then war war half way, he's already in his warrior outfit.. Really wonder how and where he get the outfit lor haha ... The point is, I would like to see him stay naked, admire his muscles... The movie was about 1 hour 30 minutes but i was enjoying it all the time and didn't know time pass so quick .. Oh oh u know before the movie, there's a very very scary movie's trailer.. It's a Thailand movie about a guy watch ghost movie in cinema and he got haunted by the ghost !! And the effect is just so scary.. Sitting in the cinema and watch a ghost movie about ghost in cinema, very very scary! I was shouting already when I watch the trailer and it's very very very scary that I don't even dare to look at the screen.. Somemore that time nobody was sitting at the back of us and there's a scene where the ghost appears at the back of the seats.. OMG OMG no way im gonna watch this movie !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing.. There's a fat Malay guy.. I pity him and I HATE him! First, when we walk up the stairs, he was having hard time to climb up as he's absolutely overweight, I think he weighs around 150kgs.. That time I haven't hate him, just pity him and just be patient, let him slowly climb up.. And the worst thing is in the cinema, he sat in front of us. Why I said it's the worst thing? You know in cinema watching this movie is very gan cheong, everywhere is dark and suddenly he just pull out his phone and start playing with it, the light of the phone is so bright that it affects my mood on watching this movie. First few times, nevermind... He has been doing it constantly for like AT LEAST 30 MINUTES !! And u know, he was just viewing his pictures, checking inbox, checking tools in his phone, WAH MOTHERFUCKER, CANT DO IT AT HOME IZIT?! So Py and I used popcorns and throwed at him.. Mine kena him and he immediately turned back and I act like Im concentrating at the screen but I think he knows that's me.. And he told his friends that someone was throwing popcorns at him.. AND YET HE DIDNT KNOW HOW TO STOP!!!! Continue checking his phone.. Not like the movie is boring or anything.. If he doesn't wanna watch and prefer to play with his phone, go ahead but don't spoil my mood on watching the movie!! After the movie he and his friends were like staring at us.. So what? Like I care ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Bought a dress, RM 29!! It's nice!! Hmm.. But don't know where to wear, probably dinner but not chinese wedding dinner .. And also not during chinese new year ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho CNY is here!! Can't wait for angpaus... Can you believe Jens may be celebrating CNY there in Sweden? Yeah his brother's chinese girlfriend is gonna prepare a chinese new year's eve dinner.. Hope it's gonna be fun anyway.. I know I'll have fun, for sure! Kedah here I come!! Steamboat dinner! Hoho... Best thing is, one week leave from work =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3879753949659111232?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3879753949659111232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3879753949659111232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3879753949659111232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3879753949659111232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/thusday-night-out.html' title='Thusday night out'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8253032392608547131</id><published>2009-01-21T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:18:28.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Hectic!</title><content type='html'>These days had been so hectic ! I've not touch my house computer, already tired of facing office's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I reach home I just can't wait to take shower , jumped on my bed and read some magazines that my neighbour gave me.. Kinda no life lor but what to do, this is working life.. Somemore Im working so far.. I think I want to work here until May to upgrade my resume, at least I can say that I've been working in this ' industry ' for six months.. Haiz about where and what to study, I totally have no clue yet .. And about the trip, kinda push it forward.. Cause of the work, and dad also ask me to wait longer for cheaper tickets to UK. But I really can't wait and really very looking forward to this trip. The best thing is, Jens may be going Norway to work for a few months, then I'll have another country to visit =) OMG!! I think we're going Germany too as his mom's side relatives are there.. Damn ! Im making myself so damn excited now.. Never forget to mention, I tengah curi tulang and blog at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce, don't want them to think why I tengah look at the computer screen and smiling on my own hehe ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8253032392608547131?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8253032392608547131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8253032392608547131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8253032392608547131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8253032392608547131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-hectic.html' title='Busy, Hectic!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1575615364049509905</id><published>2009-01-21T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:04:32.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's fun!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was fun =) Hui Ching came my house and stayed overnight , we had a blast !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in such a sudden but we've still managed to get everything ready. Well she found out last minute that she had to go Shah Alam Court on Friday and she didn't know how to go and since my Boss is staying near me so she came over to my house and the next morning she'll just follow Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First , Lily and bf, Hui Ching and I went to this awesomely delicious fish head noodles place and it was really very good. My dad called me twice and when I pick up the phone, he wasn't concerning about my whereabouts or anything except that I have to tapau nice food for him, cause he heard from Hui Ching that she will bring me explore her area for good food. So I did tapau the fish head noodles for him and both parents enjoyed it very much ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night both of us felt very exhausted. We brought back about 6 cases' files to study at home. It was very very tiring. The files are so thick that all my family members have to help to carry down from my car.. That night we slept late and the next morning we woke up early , thank god it's a Friday though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait for more sleepover !! Whenever Hui Ching needs to go to court she'll come my house sleep, woohoo !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-1575615364049509905?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1575615364049509905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1575615364049509905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1575615364049509905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1575615364049509905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursdays-fun.html' title='Thursday&apos;s fun!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5505097160411257969</id><published>2009-01-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:36:04.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleagues' birthday !</title><content type='html'>Our office boy, Panjang have his bday today.. Why do we remember ? Because he had been telling us since last week.. Come to everyone's place and remind us.. The funny thing is he have this freaking big jerawat on his forehead today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being in S N FAM &amp;amp; CO where everybody have to be so high profile, we've made our boss belanja us lunch again, with the excuse , celebrate panjang's bday .. Sunday was Kak Waheedah's bday so we've decided to celebrate their bday together today =) Boss was quite lazy , he told us to just bring him the bill but Hui Ching and I have managed to forced him to come out =p We went Jaya Jusco and had lunch in this restaurant called Madam Lim's kitchen, something like Strawberry's Field and the food was AWESOME! 7 of us ordered large dishes of Tom Yam, Sweet and Sour Chicken, brinjal, another vege, omelette, fried popiah, chicken wings, tauhu and prawns.. It was definitely too much but all of us have enjoyed the food =) Surprisingly, boss would use his unique hand language to tell Daphne to take some vege for me, then some popiah for me, then chicken wing for me.. I did not expect him to do that to me .. We really hardly talk.. Sometimes I wonder does he even notice me sitting at the desk outside his room ... But I guess he does care for me more than I can imagine.. Lily told me once after I've left work he called her into his room and asked her about me .. Sometimes when I was having lunch with colleagues he would called one of them and asked where we are and he would come to the restaurant eat and pay for us .. He's such a nice boss ! And a great cousin =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5505097160411257969?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5505097160411257969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5505097160411257969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5505097160411257969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5505097160411257969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/colleagues-birthday.html' title='Colleagues&apos; birthday !'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2206524259366150946</id><published>2009-01-14T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:14:11.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Car almost die in traffic jam. It was really scary.. My car can't stop shaking and the engine keep on dieing .. I called dad and he came to rescued me .. End up we have to change car in the traffic jam. Everyone were like looking at us, embarrasing .. Thank God dad managed to drive the car off eventhough the engine keep on dieing .. I was worrying that I will be late to work again , so after the traffic was smoother , I speed like nobody's business.. I can still remember how all the cars on the right lane moved to the middle lane and gave way to me .. And when I reached the tol I had such hard time braking the car, I stepped full of the brake and the steering wheel were shaking hard, I got scared again .. Next time, I must be more steady and not do any last minute braking ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really trust the Mercedes either .. It's such an old car .. I have only old cars at home, sad ... Thank god my car is fixed now but still, I don't trust her .. How I wish I get to drive my uncle's MyVi, it's been such a long time since I last drove it .. How I wish I get to have a brand new car but nah , I don't need fancy car, I'm feeling good enough to have a car ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad daddy is here when I had the car problem.. He was supposed to still be in China that day, and thank God he came back one day earlier because it was too cold there .. If I was having that problem and dad isn't here, I really don't know what to do, I would cry in the car! Feel really secure having my daddy around me .. I LOVE MY DADDY =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2206524259366150946?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2206524259366150946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2206524259366150946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2206524259366150946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2206524259366150946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-tuesday.html' title='Black Tuesday'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1237676072630843660</id><published>2009-01-11T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:52:45.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make it real for me ..</title><content type='html'>There's 2 guys in my life that I can truely count on, Daddy and Jens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad can answer every question I gave him. Listen to dad, and I'll never lose anything. Don't listen to him , see what I'm facing now. But still, he's here for me though he doesn't know what I'm facing. I feel secure , eventhough I feel stress, but knowing that no matter how , as long as I tell him what is my problem, he will help me, this is for sure. And you know what? Our parents are always here for us , but are we always here for them? Do you know what problems your parents are facing? All the problems they have to face on their own , come back home with smiles on their face to see us.. How bout those sleepless nights on their bed ? Do they tell us ? Dealing with all the problems at work , yet still have to deal with our problems .. I am hiding every problem I have from them, because they have enough problems on their own, I am dealing things , on my own ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret giving Jens another chance. Absolutely no regrets. I've been always listening to things he said , til that day, I refused to listen. He was mad that I don't believe him, but still he support what I do. But he never stop to try to make me see what is really going on.. When he've managed to convinced me that I'm doing the wrong thing, everything's too late.. Still, now he's on my side , supporting me. He's paying for my trip. We've argued once about this matter, I don't feel good letting him pay for my trip because I know I could use my own money for it, or I could use my parent's money but he insisted that he will pay for me. He called , I was cold towards him until he said ' I'm not paying my money for anyone to come to Sweden if it's not you, because you're not anyone to me.. ' It was very touching, I am happy , couldn't imagine these words came out from his mouth.  Then I start to wonder, how does it feel to come out with few thousands to pay for someone to get nearer to me? I'll first go to UK and stay with Arthur for a while, I'm sure he gets jealous but he's not saying anything .. Will I do this for Jens? Will I come out with few thousands for him to go UK and stay with his friend which is a girl for a while before coming Malaysia to meet me? The answer is I couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little bad though. Don't know what's wrong lately, but Im getting weird attention from weird people. Yesterday there's a man with 2 daughters came to Pizza Uno , he was friendly in a weird way. It's fine that he asked for my name until he started telling me that he doesn't have a wife , he brought up his daughters on his own , and that his daughters will be as pretty and smart like me in the future blah blah blah .. I was like ' Err ok .. ' but in my mind thinking ' why must u tell me all these ? ' Then he started to ask where I stay and stuff but I just find an excuse to walk away .. Then there's this guy , I met him in Pizza Uno since last month, he's just ..... Dont know what word to describe him .. Zar Ni told me that he likes me at the first day he talks to me but I was thinking ' Ah stupid Zarni comes out with his stupid talk again ' .. After that there's one Sunday where I didnt work and that guy went Pizza Uno again, asking Grace where I was and Grace sms me haha .. Yesterday was worse.. Went to work and first thing Sherman told me was that I have customer asking for me .. Then I didn't really care til every colleague start telling me this .. And Zarni can't stop telling me ' See , I told you right blah blah blah ' Went home told mom about this , mom said I should not give people hope if I don't like him .. Of course I don't like him !! Eventhough he seems to be nice , rich and stuff but NO !! Told Jens about this, he started to get jealous, asking me not to flirt with them, and start telling me weird stuff ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I have these 2 important guys in my life , dad and Jens, feeling happy and blessed=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-1237676072630843660?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1237676072630843660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1237676072630843660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1237676072630843660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1237676072630843660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-make-it-real-for-me.html' title='You make it real for me ..'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-2659294335344451837</id><published>2009-01-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:37:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STPC in C !</title><content type='html'>Stands for , Stupid Cristian in Chile =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally he went to Chile , left me alone here =( Well it actually have no difference , he comes online more in Chile than in Sweden haha .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cristian Cristian !! How could you leave me like this ? Im so sad , so down , so lonely ... All you remember is Marcela , Jocelyn , Claudia or whatever name that comes out but I don't remember .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop calling me grandma or granny ! You know Im only 19 !! You're the one who looks old , not me !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-2659294335344451837?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/2659294335344451837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=2659294335344451837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2659294335344451837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/2659294335344451837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/stpc-in-c.html' title='STPC in C !'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5888506047069894937</id><published>2009-01-10T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:23:44.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me on Hitz.FM !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ccb37e32b120ecf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ccb37e32b120ecf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331846855%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D367845256DBAF4E05CD4A7719AD6BB0E21BE7072.6B0CA8D699A9B6F76593239353049B5ECC5DC156%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ccb37e32b120ecf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNFSC9m85avTtXKTdf8qs4djcMcU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ccb37e32b120ecf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331846855%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D367845256DBAF4E05CD4A7719AD6BB0E21BE7072.6B0CA8D699A9B6F76593239353049B5ECC5DC156%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ccb37e32b120ecf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNFSC9m85avTtXKTdf8qs4djcMcU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG !! Can you believe ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND ME TO PUSSYCAT DOLLS CONCERT LIVE IN GERMANY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't be too excited , I am 100% sure that I won't get to go .. As the DJ kept repeating the contest is in less than 20 minutes time , me stuck in traffic jam decided why not give it a try ? So type hitz.fm's number on my phone and wait til he mention ' you can call now to join blah blah blah ... ' Once he said that , I immediately called and I've managed to get thru the line !! Woohoo!! Well actually I was really really nervous , hands shivering on the steering wheel and also my mobile .. I did pretty bad I must say , but glad I got PCD merchandise =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good effort .. Good effort .. I fell in love with the DJ !! Haha right ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5888506047069894937?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7ccb37e32b120ecf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5888506047069894937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5888506047069894937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5888506047069894937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5888506047069894937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-on-hitzfm.html' title='Me on Hitz.FM !!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3995993058017517116</id><published>2009-01-10T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:18:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Yukie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SWguJr7mj_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0YFt595qcRo/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289528506293063666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SWguJr7mj_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0YFt595qcRo/s320/DSC01696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch with Yukie , Hui Ching and Lily was great =) Food was ok , ate so little but at the end I did took 3 chicken and cheese balls , it was delicious ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yukie is just so awesome ! She's so so pretty , so friendly and just so very nice .. Was really happy received her call asking me out for lunch , called the other girls too , so it was a girl's lunch time .. Went Jaya Jusco in Taman Maluri , me drove , they were nervous haha .. They said ' Samantha , take it slowly ya , we're not in rush , don't have to drive like this ' .. I really have to improve my driving skill , really want the passengers feel safe .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More dates with Yukie next week , can't wait !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3995993058017517116?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3995993058017517116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3995993058017517116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3995993058017517116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3995993058017517116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch-with-yukie.html' title='Lunch with Yukie'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SWguJr7mj_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0YFt595qcRo/s72-c/DSC01696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5059252876590336568</id><published>2009-01-01T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:20:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!</title><content type='html'>New year's eve was great .. Talked with Jens for 2 hours in the morning when I woke up , we've planned alot about my trip . I am so sure that I will disturb Cristian when Jens go to work .. Haha maybe not if Im too busy with other stuff .. I so wanna visit the muzeum I've went when I was in Sweden ... Forget about Sweden now , I'm more excited on the trip to UK as I've not been UK before .. Ok I know I know, can never forget to bring Arthur's roti canai ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just rest myself for the rest of the day .. Sat in front of the tv watched movies , played Tetris Marathon on Facebook(it was kinda exciting as Pei Yin will try to beat me) .. Took my afternoon nap .. Talked with Lily on the phone ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm !! Went Taipan with Pei Yin to get food for preparation to countdown .. We went to places and changed our mind so many times .. Thank god we did bought just the right amount of food , not too much , not too little .. And once again , when I went home , my mom said she saw me .. Whenever I go out to Taipan my parents sure said they saw me , omg are they stalking on me ? At least this time my dad did not pass by me with his car speeding and make me pump my hon on him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is , after we done eating , Pei Yin wanted to pop that party thingy .. We went out to the street and stand in the middle of it , and she was hiding at the back of me , we were so nervous as I was going to pop it and then I did !! And oh 'wow' , the pop sound was 'loud' haha .. She's like ' Ah yeah , that's all ... ' Haha I like her face expression and the way she said ' thats all' .. Then we went back to the house and continue with our movie ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy that I spent my last moment of 2008 and first moment of 2009 with Pei Yin babe ! Yeah that's what she said first but I have to agree =) Though we were just simply sitting at home eating while watching movie , it's good enough as Im sick and can't go to places with too many people ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that Pei Yin really know and understand what Im doing .. Can't believe you have Lamberger and those stuff at home too !! One day I must visit and see what you have =) But we shall not heboh-hebohkan , must be mysterious hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wishes from you guys, the starting of 2009 is so great with company of Pei Yin and all the wishes from all my friends , love you guys so very much !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5059252876590336568?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5059252876590336568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5059252876590336568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5059252876590336568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5059252876590336568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-3626566930305723320</id><published>2008-12-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:45:32.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UK , Sweden and Finland here I comeeeee !!</title><content type='html'>Woooo hooo !! Im too excited now !! Although it's not 100% confirm , but it is 99% YES !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to 3 places in Europe in coming 3 months time !! Nervous nervous nervous !! Though it's 3 months ahead , but there's so many things to prepare ... Dad say I can do anything I want .. Of course !! Im using my OWN money and only MY OWN money .. Thanks to my business =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'll be going to Leeds, Uk to visit my friend , Arthur .. See our friendship so kukuh that eventhough we've not contact for years but when I hear from him again immediately I go visit him !! =p Don't know how long I will be staying there but for sure not more than a week .. I'll be staying in Arthur's apartment , will try not to disturb him too long .. But for sure I'll never forget to bring Roti Canai for him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from Leeds I will go to Stockholm, Sweden.. And you can guess where I'll be staying .. Yes you're right, I'll be staying with Jens .. Then I'll visit Cristian , Agnes and other friends , maybe Rikard too =) Oh oh ! Never forget to visit Fredrik as he've just got a daughter lately , can't wait to see the baby girl !! And the best thing is Mr. Jens Hallman will offer me free accomodation and he will pay for all my living expenses hohoho !! Can't wait for more salmon and cod fish when I'm there .. I also can't wait to visit his family especially his mom and his sister and we shall have ladies night and kick him out !! Haha wont be so bad , he just have to wear skirt to join us =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jens and I probably will go finland for a night or 2 .. And for sure , we'll go there with the cruise .. Have to take lots of lots of seasick pills , I dont wanna end up like last time when I went with my family where I only know how to feel dizzy and puke in the cruise, did not enjoy at all .. OMG have to bring nice dress ! There's a very nice dancefloor in the cruise, never forget that! Why ? Cause my mom was asked by a guy to dance with him when we were both there on the cruise , drunk guy drunk guy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy right now, feels like dream come true =) Well after this I dare to have bigger dreams! Have to start writing lists of things I wanna bring, never forget Arthur's roti canai,if not those nights in Leeds I will have to sleep by the street =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must faster make sure everything goes with the plan and wanna be 100% confirm with this trip !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-3626566930305723320?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/3626566930305723320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=3626566930305723320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3626566930305723320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/3626566930305723320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/uk-sweden-and-finland-here-i-comeeeee.html' title='UK , Sweden and Finland here I comeeeee !!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-4688643697011545669</id><published>2008-12-26T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:50:11.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friend</title><content type='html'>An old friend found me on Facebook !! Woohoo !! Thanks to facebook !! I've missed him so much and now Im glad we're back to contact again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my one and only best friend at primary school , so so happy to hear from him again .. Ever since he passed PTS, we've been separated since then ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we're back ! Am so glad he still remember all those moments we had together while I remember nothing , I feel bad about that =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy to talk with u again , Arthur Chee .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-4688643697011545669?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/4688643697011545669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=4688643697011545669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4688643697011545669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/4688643697011545669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-friend.html' title='Old friend'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-7866503441614665862</id><published>2008-12-25T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:04:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas parties !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pictures below are pictures of christmas party in my office , it was very very fun .. The food was good , especially the one that dad sponsored , everyone love it and tapau home =) Never forget, I was the luckiest girl , i've got the angpau that everyone wanted .. Everyone hates me =p Haha even ask me to belanja them abalone.. Yeah right , RM 50 to belanja everyone abalone, no way, it's not even enough to buy ONE abalone .. Can't even afford shark fin, and never forget my colleagues are so fussy that they must choose the most expensive thing for me to belanja them .. Well so at the end everyone decided to be nice to this new colleague and let her keep the money =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it's a great party .. I really had fun , and never forget to mention I've also met lots of new people and make new friends .. It's amazing cause my dad is invited for this party too , everyone likes him .. And surprisingly , he knows more people than me !! When the lawyers , bankers and clients came everyone was like ' hey Uncle Lai ! Long time no see .. How have u been ? ' Blah blah blah .. And dad also met lots of new people and managed to get their name cards .. One thing fresh to me is that dad was sitting in my gang with all the young people and laugh with our jokes .. Well this never happen before , which is my dad sitting among my friends and listen to us and laugh and drink .. It's always me sitting among his friends and listen to them .. I am glad that he knows my colleagues and my new circle of friends .. That night I've forgot to bring my phone back and thank god he had my colleague's number .. See , this is one of the benefits of bringing your dad into your circle of friends .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fun never stops there .. The next day , unexpectedly , boss brought me to another christmas party .. I was sitting there doing my job and he suddenly came to my place and ask me to go out with him , HC told me that we're going for a christmas party , and boss have even prepared a present for me to bring there .. The party was fun too but it wasn't as fun as our party in S N Fam =) Am happy to get to meet lots more new people and everyone was surprised that my boss brought me there then he told them Im his cousin .. They were thinking ' How the hell did this new girl made it to this party ? We have not even seen her before .. ' Well it was fun and I've got another nice present .. It's time to get myself some name cards =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never forget to mention , met boss' ex gf downstairs before going up to office .. OMG ! The mercedes she drives .. Mama mia .. I can never forget how beautiful is that car .. It cost millions I heard .. She's so freaking rich !! And my boss can see from my face that I liked the car and he asked her if she needs a driver =p She joked ' Come work for me , you have a bad boss , you can drive my car if u work with me ' I've knodded my head and she said she will call me hahaha .. I want to be rich , maybe not gonna use the money on such mercedes , I have a new dream car , which is my future darling , Honda Accord !! Come to me baby !! Whenever I see it on the road , I can't wait to work harder for my business !! Gambateh !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Missing mom .. She's in Kedah , I can't wait to be back on Saturday so that I can tell her so many things .. I call her like everyday .. I called her at work , dad called her at his office , brother called her at home .. She always say that Im lazy , I curi tulang then I said I miss talking with her and she said we can still talk when Im back there .. Let Saturday come fast !! Can't wait to meet my mom and cousins and aunts and uncles again !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVN458ENWWI/AAAAAAAAARw/xynjbAkVqug/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283699724607379810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVN458ENWWI/AAAAAAAAARw/xynjbAkVqug/s320/DSC01712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boss and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283699718138836754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVN45j9_NxI/AAAAAAAAARo/SmJ59NNGMH0/s320/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boss and Hui Ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVN45YaFOZI/AAAAAAAAARg/lNbYKKfyHdQ/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283699715035445650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVN45YaFOZI/AAAAAAAAARg/lNbYKKfyHdQ/s320/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin and my daddy(both are mine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283699710023729058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVN45FvMf6I/AAAAAAAAARY/oPkYhKtdzW4/s320/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Daddy and I =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283676294673962690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNjmIwxlsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-2uqPPeTzaU/s320/DSC01707.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Daddy and Hui Ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283676291091021314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNjl7aiPgI/AAAAAAAAARI/onhq1escXNM/s320/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boss and Kak Waheedah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283676287932164514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNjlvpZ6aI/AAAAAAAAARA/vAfBINaFrG4/s320/DSC01702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lily and Kak promoting coke, litigation department's job haha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283676280292665570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNjlTMAaOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DtaKxuXlNyI/s320/DSC01701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Davis and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283676277168674018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNjlHjMFOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PSF527smw94/s320/DSC01696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yukie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672358751616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNgBCTwvYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mdWrRdCovjM/s320/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Group pic ! Daphne, Lily, Hui Ching, me, Davis, Daddy and Reena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672350642298850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNgAkGWX-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mBFlo-8k4X4/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another group pic ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNgAW0W2GI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2es3S4poGqk/s1600-h/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672347077171298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNgAW0W2GI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2es3S4poGqk/s320/DSC01692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my christmas gift !! Muahaha !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNgAM6tyiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WE-CW5usLN8/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672344419486242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNgAM6tyiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WE-CW5usLN8/s320/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yukie and Hui Ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNf_4hwZyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z8DQ2L7hbkI/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283672338946090786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNf_4hwZyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/z8DQ2L7hbkI/s320/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcp2fJifI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1ESkozfmXgg/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283668661906278898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcp2fJifI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1ESkozfmXgg/s320/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 leng luis with someone at the back appeared like a ghost ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcprJqmLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/F7O_L6eR9WM/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283668658863380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcprJqmLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/F7O_L6eR9WM/s320/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danny(lamest present giver) and HC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcpUOi4eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p6gukLO1qFs/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283668652709831138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcpUOi4eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p6gukLO1qFs/s320/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lawyers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcpKrJBcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ln4cFjRLBCw/s1600-h/DSC01669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283668650145416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcpKrJBcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Ln4cFjRLBCw/s320/DSC01669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William , christmas baby !! With his present(a toaster)^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcowR5jEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HJo6vr8v91Y/s1600-h/DSC01665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283668643060223042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVNcowR5jEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HJo6vr8v91Y/s320/DSC01665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boss and Agnes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-7866503441614665862?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/7866503441614665862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=7866503441614665862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7866503441614665862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/7866503441614665862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-parties.html' title='Christmas parties !!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SVN458ENWWI/AAAAAAAAARw/xynjbAkVqug/s72-c/DSC01712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-8945140512084289510</id><published>2008-12-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:16:12.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caesar Salad or Pizza ?</title><content type='html'>Worked at Pizza Uno today .. There's a pizza cancelled order by customer , so we get to have it =p And as for the Caesar Salad , I don't know how it appeared .. And I've chosed Caesar Salad over Pizza .. And OMG ! It's just so freaking good !! It's very refreshing and way nicer than the pizza made in Pizza Uno, at least that's what I think .. I started to fall in love with it and I bet next time when I eat there I would take it as a starter compare to mushroom soup and garlic bread .. Or hopefully when there's wrong order or something where I can have it for free again .. Now I have to save money, can't eat outside too much , had been cooking at home lately ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you choose Caesar Salad or Pizza ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-8945140512084289510?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/8945140512084289510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=8945140512084289510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8945140512084289510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/8945140512084289510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/caesar-salad-or-pizza.html' title='Caesar Salad or Pizza ?'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5426956131018572965</id><published>2008-12-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:05:04.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday = Party !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After working so hard everyday , finally I get to party .. And it's totally free , isn't it awesome ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my boss planned this party at redbox Pavillion.. It was great .. First , I love Pavillion , and it's my boss' favourite place Im sure since he's so rich .. Redbox in Pavillion is absolutely fabulous.. The buffet dinner has food like big prawns, fresh sushi, fresh crab and my favourite was the lobster ! Man I ate like nobody's business.. The fish , the beef , and all the italian food was AWESOME !! There's one dish I always see customers eat in Pizza Uno which I think is nice but I never get to try appeared in the buffet !! Immediately I took like 4 pieces of it and I felt the satisfaction .. The room was big because there's like alot of people .. It was fun ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part is ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get to drive my boss' BMW from KL to Subang Jaya !!! OMG OMG OMG !! Why my boss trust me so much u guys must be wondering ... Hehe let me tell u why .. He was too drunk that he could barely walk , he even felt down once .. He totally lost his direction, he don't remember where he park his car and stuff like that .. So I told him I will drive and he just passed me the car keys .. And I asked him how can he trust me ? He said driving BMW is like driving my dad's Mercedes .. Of course I knodded my head immediately !! Great opportunity yo !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The car was so nice to drive .. It can really speed , I was speeding like 120km/h on highway .. Ok it wasn't really speeding , I just didn't really feel it because it was so smooth ... Suddenly he wind down the window and started to vomit .. Eww.. The door at his side got all his vomit .. He was feeling very very bad .. He could barely stay awake but he forced himself to because afraid that anything could happen if he doesn't stay awake or something .. But I drove calmly and he did manage to rest himself for a while when we reached Subang Jaya .. I could not imagine what would happen if he's the one driving .. Well actually I drank some and felt abit drunk .. When I walk I felt dizzy and I was really wondering should I drive the car but then seeing him like this I told myself just do it yo!! After getting in the car all the dizzyness were gone cause I was totally concentrating and enjoying driving =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281556956863946578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvcEcLeX1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TISMz2uv0fk/s320/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the banker, shentelle(dont know how to spell her name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281556951762172834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvcEJLHe6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Oz4uPfeo4Cc/s320/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Hui Ching and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281556934946693938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvcDKh_ozI/AAAAAAAAANw/B6e32UASnWE/s320/DSC01634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Redbox entrance in Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281556941982006386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvcDkvV_HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eJDUX1YIlaU/s320/DSC01638.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My besties at work, Hui Ching and Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281556940097948994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvcDduJjUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GTAeJ4MCerE/s320/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Hui Ching and Lily posing before entering redbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281560162102412866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUve_An4BkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lPeYm6aMQh0/s320/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss and I(he always have those nonsense silly face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281560157087616546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUve-t8QTiI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ftMi_yPUPBA/s320/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jerica and Hui Ching, leng luis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281560145672118258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUve-Daln_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/rY8sXHtmWbM/s320/DSC01647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jerica and I, she's really very pretty, she's just so gorgeous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281560136614734962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUve9hrI7HI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ohe24AWNpCM/s320/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Me holding the party thingy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281560134582733986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUve9aGrDKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eNoeGsYz_k4/s320/DSC01644.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily with one of the banker, Davis ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281562399489262290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvhBPieAtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/WMa0vG6PYdE/s320/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boss and Jerica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281562391435548114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvhAxiUFdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KV0uS47PHig/s320/DSC01663.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss and his clients, dont like them at all ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281562390809021394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvhAvM8C9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/4tdnMnPxBBk/s320/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Davis, banker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281562380119795250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvhAHYbZjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lTBI9eV9Gak/s320/DSC01658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sui Po Lily and I =p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-5426956131018572965?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5426956131018572965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5426956131018572965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5426956131018572965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5426956131018572965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-party.html' title='Friday = Party !'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUvcEcLeX1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TISMz2uv0fk/s72-c/DSC01641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1115896151393492808</id><published>2008-12-18T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:21:36.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff Lunch at Jaya Jusco(Taman Maluri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpp6K841pI/AAAAAAAAANo/nOTXaXDOyHQ/s1600-h/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281149961138394770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpp6K841pI/AAAAAAAAANo/nOTXaXDOyHQ/s320/DSC01622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpp5w1Pp1I/AAAAAAAAANg/ktM6gN5NrcA/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281149954127013714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpp5w1Pp1I/AAAAAAAAANg/ktM6gN5NrcA/s320/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281149953034659314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpp5swzpfI/AAAAAAAAANY/SvO1dOBZVrA/s320/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281149942847839106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpp5G0FG4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/1Vt91w-7Ksw/s320/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures of my colleagues , but not me .. We have Lily the girl with long hair .. Kak Waheedah and Hui Ching the ' chambering girl ' .. It was pretty fun hanging out with them everyday =) They're all very caring , very helpful , very nice .. Im like their younger sister .. So on a fine day we went for lunch together , in order to buy decoration stuff for our christmas party which is coming next Tuesday .. My dad is invited too as he's sponsoring fried spaghetti .. I think it's gonna be fun .. All the lawyers , bankers , clients and colleagues are gonna gather and we'll exchange present !! I can't wait for my very first christmas party in this law firm ! Am wondering what kinda present will I get ... Hmmm ... &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/8384925488168915460-1115896151393492808?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1115896151393492808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1115896151393492808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1115896151393492808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1115896151393492808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff-lunch-at-jaya-juscotaman-maluri.html' title='Stuff Lunch at Jaya Jusco(Taman Maluri)'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpp6K841pI/AAAAAAAAANo/nOTXaXDOyHQ/s72-c/DSC01622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-1874934601596735046</id><published>2008-12-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:09:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family dinner =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpnGhjq0qI/AAAAAAAAANI/CZrvZKWD1Bs/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281146874830181026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpnGhjq0qI/AAAAAAAAANI/CZrvZKWD1Bs/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpnFkQCeaI/AAAAAAAAANA/DUUkEjmmXwI/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281146858373282210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpnFkQCeaI/AAAAAAAAANA/DUUkEjmmXwI/s320/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281145654707538178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpl_gPwyQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Yfui9LSsX_0/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281145647672942114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpl_GClXiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y7LXNblDfZk/s320/DSC01579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281145642737494802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpl-zp4axI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JHKSkkFUKQs/s320/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281145635133608818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpl-XU-U3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/_dX4oNMvT-s/s320/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281145632715878002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpl-OUirnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tQouPcE_qmk/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8384925488168915460-1874934601596735046?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/1874934601596735046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=1874934601596735046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1874934601596735046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/1874934601596735046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-dinner.html' title='Family dinner =)'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpnGhjq0qI/AAAAAAAAANI/CZrvZKWD1Bs/s72-c/DSC01575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-5930834022049234514</id><published>2008-12-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:52:28.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Event at Timesquare!!</title><content type='html'>Christmas Event at Timesquare with Colleen !! Fun !! Also met lots of new friends ! Enjoyed myself =) Join me next month for another event , we have event every month !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpitVVsE1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3yk0EXx0RzE/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281142044007076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpitVVsE1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3yk0EXx0RzE/s320/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpitDbwknI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qQnJ2LZZA4s/s1600-h/DSC01598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281142039200698994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpitDbwknI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qQnJ2LZZA4s/s320/DSC01598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpfFRMDDEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/P9YMwBmt97Y/s1600-h/DSC01618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281138057163246658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpfFRMDDEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/P9YMwBmt97Y/s320/DSC01618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281138055368328162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpfFKgGw-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/naKmDRusLKc/s320/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281138040247036642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpfESK6KuI/AAAAAAAAALw/Au-bfbMBrJw/s320/DSC01596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281138026875148418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpfDgWzWII/AAAAAAAAALo/HO6BmwJleyQ/s320/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&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/8384925488168915460-5930834022049234514?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/5930834022049234514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=5930834022049234514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5930834022049234514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/5930834022049234514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-event-at-timesquare.html' title='Christmas Event at Timesquare!!'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SUpitVVsE1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3yk0EXx0RzE/s72-c/DSC01606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8384925488168915460.post-114401922060860502</id><published>2008-12-17T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:32:16.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo</title><content type='html'>I have a very weird colleague.. She's really very weird .. Don't mean to be mean , but she's too annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought she is kinda friendly for always asking me stuff like ' Have u take breakfast ? Have u taken lunch ? Any plan for christmas eve ' and such .. But then she become more and more weird .. She would come to me and say ' Oh now whenever I wanna tell boss things I must tell you first because you're boss' asistant ' .. Then she would say ' Wow you look so sexy today ' and start staring at my breast .. Then she would come to my place and look at me and smile , and she just stand there like want me to start a conversation with her .. And when I don't , she will start asking me weird things like ' Is the CCTV working ? Can boss see me if I stand here ? ' One thing I hate the most about her is that she always come to my place to disturb my things on my desk .. First she would on my computer eventhough I did not want to on it because I dont stay much at my place to do stuff , I usually help Hui Ching in the meeting room .. Then there's one day I was feeling kinda sick so I did not on the aircond .. And dear readers , I have one aircond for myself and it's only facing me because Im sitting outside boss' room .. And that weirdo just pass by and on my aircond .. I came back to my place and knew it was her because everyone else knew I felt very cold and will not on my aircond .. I went to her place to confront her and she said she's feeling very hot .. Motherfucker , she sat so far away from me , my aircond's power doesn't go til so far .. Then I told everyone and they all think she's very weird .. And there's once I saw her using her phone , but later on she came to me and say that she doesn't know how to use her phone at all , included calling ppl so I taught her how to do so .. And one more thing , today Im feeling pretty warm so I on my aircond , but she came and off my aircond .. And she has to do everything when Im not around at my place .. Why must she act like this ? It's totally stupid of her , what an idiot .. I can't stand her anymore !! I hate it that she likes to come to me and start all those weird conversation ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw , my money crisis is solved .. Though I have not much money left .. Thanks again to those who borrowed me money , and sorry it's still not the time yet for me to tell u guys where I use the money on .. It's definitely not for anything bad , don't worry ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8384925488168915460-114401922060860502?l=samanthalai1610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/feeds/114401922060860502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8384925488168915460&amp;postID=114401922060860502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/114401922060860502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8384925488168915460/posts/default/114401922060860502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalai1610.blogspot.com/2008/12/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo'/><author><name>Signorina Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310707852035146474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NN-HAxr3Hh8/SOI5MEM0FDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FXuh7X5naXI/S220/DSC01172.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
