<?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-4603176800081507036</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:55:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sherry got to say?!?!?!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-4355632388072580683</id><published>2011-06-08T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T01:06:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing those times...</title><content type='html'>I was boiling water in the kitchen just then and I remember those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times that you would wake up just to boil water for me because I was coughing.&lt;br /&gt;Those times that you would wake up just to boil water for me to shower early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Those times that I was sick and you took care of me whole night long.&lt;br /&gt;Those times that I need to stay up to study and you accompanied me.&lt;br /&gt;Those times that I want to go for McD breakfast at 4am and you would accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;Those times that you would do the tiniest things in the world that nobody will even realised, just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wish there will be time in the near future for all these to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you hubby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing you soon.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-4355632388072580683?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/4355632388072580683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=4355632388072580683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/4355632388072580683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/4355632388072580683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2011/06/missing-those-times.html' title='Missing those times...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-8690597615061794487</id><published>2011-05-25T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T01:10:39.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm not feeling well today. Had headache, fever n head been spinning. But hey, who am I kidding? Nobody actually care if I'm sick or just normal. My bf tells me to take care instead of comforting me with his voice. He only say that 'i'm not talking tonight. I hope u understand.'  *heartbroken*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So yeah, I've been feeling sick all night while my bf was out enjoying dinner and badminton with his friends. At the end of the day, all I get is 'I HOPE U UNDERSTAND' &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes I know he's tired n he needs to be awake early tmr. So am I? Oh he doesn't know that. He knows bout himself. He's tired I'm not? He needs to wake up early, I need to leave home by 7.45? For me, it's the thoughts that count. At least let me know that u care, will ya? Would u jz spare me 5 mins of ur long day? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's jz another sad and disappointing day. When I needed u d most, all u tell me is I HOPE U UNDERSTAND. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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I really wish I can go holiday somewhere with my hubby. But i really doubt he has the time for me. So all i can do is.. browsing through Air Asia website, seeing how cheap the tickets are... *Pathetic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I can fly here and there with him. But facts of life, we are normal human. So we need to work to feed our stomach. I don't even dare to ask him if he wants to go anywhere for holiday. He will be grumbling say that I am being inconsiderate for asking him to fly somewhere for holiday because he will not have the time and money to splurge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life is not perfect. We need to work hard to achieve a great future together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you. XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-1144247840134152725?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/1144247840134152725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=1144247840134152725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1144247840134152725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1144247840134152725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2011/05/air-asia-ticket-sales.html' title='Air Asia Ticket Sales!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-2622424286033773221</id><published>2011-05-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:14:30.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>稻香</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;對這個世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;  跌倒了就不敢繼續往前走&lt;br /&gt;  為什麼人要這麼的脆弱　墮落&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;請你打開電視看看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   多少人為生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   我們是不是該知足&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切 就算沒有擁有&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;還記得你說家是唯一的城堡　隨著稻香河流繼續奔跑&lt;br /&gt;  微微笑　小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;  不要哭讓螢火蟲帶著你逃跑　鄉間的歌謠永遠的依靠&lt;br /&gt;  回家吧　回到最初的美好&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;不要這麼容易就想放棄　就像我說的&lt;br /&gt;  追不到的夢想　換個夢不就得了&lt;br /&gt;  為自己的人生鮮艷上色　先把愛塗上喜歡的顏色&lt;br /&gt;  笑一個吧　功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;  讓自己快樂快樂這才叫做意義&lt;br /&gt;  童年的紙飛機　現在終於飛回我手裡&lt;br /&gt;  所謂的那快樂　赤腳在田裡追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;  偷摘水果被蜜蜂給叮到怕了　誰在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;  我靠著稻草人吹著風唱著歌睡著了&lt;br /&gt;  哦　哦　午後吉它在蟲鳴中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;  哦　哦　陽光灑在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;  珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;還記得你說家是唯一的城堡　隨著稻香河流繼續奔跑&lt;br /&gt;  微微笑　小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;  不要哭讓螢火蟲帶著你逃跑　鄉間的歌謠永遠的依靠&lt;br /&gt;  回家吧　回到最初的美好&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-2622424286033773221?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/2622424286033773221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=2622424286033773221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2622424286033773221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2622424286033773221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='稻香'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-7178081133466933799</id><published>2011-05-20T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:46:31.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I chose to come to Perth to do my masters. I'm not sure if that's the correct choice. But I guess I've started it so I have to finish it so that I don't disappoint my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, it was disappointing that my course coordinator wasn't helpful. Then, I get to know that I need to study some units that I've done in my undergrad. What's worst is that I thought there will be a whole class of postgraduate students. But that's not the case. I'm currently having class with the 2nd and 3rd year undergrad students. So, I'm the weird 1 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd, I feel sad and I miss my life back in KL. I had a colourful life. Or should I say, I HAD A LIFE in KL. I worked, I go out with friends, I go for drinks with colleagues, I have family there. And most of all, I have the person I love in my life everyday. I chose to give up everything and start a new in Perth, hoping that I can get a master degree. Then, hopefully I can get a job in Australia and get my PR for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering is all these really worth it? Having a better future alone in a stranger land? I used to think that my undergrad degree wasn't good enuf and I always wanted to see what overseas university are teaching. True enough, their standards are way higher. I always wanted to study at overseas uni. Now that I'm doing it, I'm not sure anymore if that's what I want. I've made plans in my life, but I don't know if my plans are worth all the sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had a tiring day. As I was driving home alone, I suddenly thought of the time when I was working in KL. Normally after a tiring and stressful working day, I will be taking the lrt to Kelana Jaya station where Aaron will pick me up. As tiring and stressed out my mind was, once I got into the car, he would smile to me and say 'Hello darling!'. All those will just sweep away my tiredness and I feel totally relief and forgotten about all the stress. Its like at the end of the day, I get to see that smile and hear that voice, everything else doesn't matter anymore. Now that we're far away from each other, I can't have that anymore. I really miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thinking, is all these really worth it? I thought of quitting and going back because it seems like everything else doesn't matter as long as you have your loved ones beside you always. But then again, I'm confused. Should I? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL I CAN SAY IS I MISS EVERYTHING I HAD BACK THERE. MY LIFE, MY FAMILY, MY LOVE AND MY FRIENDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: I miss you, hubby. I love you always. Wish you're beside me right now hugging me. It's chilli here. I really need your warmth badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-7178081133466933799?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/7178081133466933799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=7178081133466933799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/7178081133466933799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/7178081133466933799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-4757512727332360979</id><published>2011-05-14T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:35:02.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late late post for a good friend of mine...</title><content type='html'>I've lost a good friend of mine on 14th January 2010. A date that I will never forget. I was busy doing spring cleaning as chinese new year is just exactly one month away. I was hanging the curtain in my room. My mum was having my neighbour over for some tea time chat. Suddenly, her phone beep. It's a sms from a neighbour of mine. Saying Sandra's family met with an accident. So my mum shouted and asked me to read the sms. It was a long msg. A msg that shocked me. I read twice to properly understand and absorb what it says. It goes something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sandra and her family met with an accident. Jimmy is in coma as well as Sandra. Sandra is in a bad condition. Sandra might not make it. Clara only suffer mild injuries. Sandra couldn't make it. I'm in the car with Soh Fay, I can't tell as her now as doctor wants to tell her personally. Sandra passed away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shocked me badly as it seems impossible to understand the phrase 'Sandra passed away'. Sandra is always the friend that is around. The one that always bring laughter to us. The Sandra that do all the funny things. Having her around us is like having joy around us.  How can this msg tell me that Sandra passed away? She just celebrated her 21st birthday in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Camie, and cried saying Sandra passed away. She shouted at me saying don't talk nonsense, call me back when u stop crying. But she called me back instead and asked what am I talking about. She asked Chia Yeow and confirmed that yes, it happened. We were all in shocked. How could this happen to a girl that is so bubbly that just turned 21 not too long ago? But yes, life is short n cruel sometimes. She passed. I was told to inform all her friends. I started sending out smses to people that knows her who are in my contacts. I called and tell Pei Chze about it. She tell me not to joke about this thing. Everyone that I sms reply me saying is this a joke? The whole bunch of guys was playing futsal. Wee Kiat call me when they were on break. I confirmed about it. Then they stopped playing and rush to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't drive alone. So I waited til Jason picked me up to the hospital. When i reached hospital, I saw Camie and hugged her n cry. How could this happen? All the guys were there. All of us didn't know what to do as we can't help with anything. I went to see Clara and she had mild bruises on her forehead whereas Uncle Jimmy was in the operation room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a day that I will never forget. A day that I lost my good friend, Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you, Sandra. Have fun up there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-4757512727332360979?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/4757512727332360979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=4757512727332360979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/4757512727332360979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/4757512727332360979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2011/05/late-late-post-for-good-friend-of-mine.html' title='Late late post for a good friend of mine...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-1771403415524282217</id><published>2009-06-06T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:36:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In this realistic world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In this realistic world, we should always be aware of who is the 1 that's befriend u jz because u have some value to them or they befriend u because they truly treasure u as a real friends. Ppl are fake most of the time. Ppl lied, cheat, fooled, and has split personality in order to make things work their way. The world is cruel, life is cruel. So we must always know who our true friends are. Someone recently told me, after growing up, in uni, friends hang out and play, but later on, everyone will go their seperate ways to pursuits their own future. In workplace, colleague are all fake ppl, they're not as friendly as friends are. After work, ppl jz go home and have their own lives. So, at the end of the day, those who are left is our family, our close friends that we grow up with, those from standard 1, standard 6, form 1 or form 3. They are always there. But when i think about it, is this true? I do have some real good friends that i've grown up with. But some ppl, u might treat them as good friends with sincere heart but at the end of the day, when u'r worthless to them, they just ditch u like u dun exist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So people! Know who your true friends are! Appreciates those who appreciates you, Loves those who deserves your loves and Care for those who care about you. Don't let people take you for granted as you will be the 1 that's being hurt badly towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something personal here, a good friend of mine which i myself assume he is that i really care alot and would be there for him whenever he needs me, once told a group of ppl on his 21st bday that those 13 person is d most important person in his life now. He invited me but jz bcuz i was with my bf, sry there's not enuf place. lol. How foolish am i to really think of him as my good friend? It really hurts alot when we've been thru so much for almost 6 years and those that were present that day were some gals that he only knows for less than 1 or 2 years. I truly wonder, how does he weigh the importance of ppl to him? Those that hang out with him alot and have fun alot? or Those that were there for him when he needed someone the most? I've given my heart to him but then he took it and never remember to give back. Friends in need are friends indeed. Friends not in need? U'r jz someone that he can't even recall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-1771403415524282217?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/1771403415524282217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=1771403415524282217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1771403415524282217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1771403415524282217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-this-realistic-world.html' title='In this realistic world...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-5253107382480213078</id><published>2009-03-26T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:50:53.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Life is short&lt;br /&gt;Break the rules&lt;br /&gt;forgive quickly&lt;br /&gt;kiss passionately,&lt;br /&gt;love truly&lt;br /&gt;laugh constantly&lt;br /&gt;And never stop smiling no matter how strange life is&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always the party we expected to be&lt;br /&gt;but as long as we are here,&lt;br /&gt;we should smile and be grateful.&lt;div 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title='Life...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-5911039851038022747</id><published>2009-02-21T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:34:45.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>说好的幸福呢?</title><content type='html'>你的会话凌乱着&lt;br /&gt;在这个时刻&lt;br /&gt;我想起喷泉旁的白鸽&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜散落了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情绪莫名的拉之&lt;br /&gt;我还爱你呢&lt;br /&gt;而你断断续续场着歌&lt;br /&gt;假装没事了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时间过了 走了&lt;br /&gt;爱情面离选择&lt;br /&gt;你冷了 卷了 我哭了&lt;br /&gt;一开始都不快乐&lt;br /&gt;你用卡片手写着&lt;br /&gt;有些爱只给到这&lt;br /&gt;真的痛了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么了 你累了&lt;br /&gt;说好的 幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我懂了 不说了&lt;br /&gt;爱淡了 梦远了&lt;br /&gt;开心兴不开心&lt;br /&gt;一一细收着 你再不拾&lt;br /&gt;那些爱过的感觉都太深刻&lt;br /&gt;我都还记得&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 说好的幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我错了 泪干了&lt;br /&gt;放手了 后悔了&lt;br /&gt;只是回忆的音乐盒&lt;br /&gt;还旋转着要&lt;br /&gt;怎么停呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么了 你累了&lt;br /&gt;说好的幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我懂了不说了&lt;br /&gt;爱淡了 梦远了&lt;br /&gt;我都还记得&lt;br /&gt;你不等了 说好的幸福呢&lt;br /&gt;我错了 泪干了&lt;br /&gt;放手了 后悔了&lt;br /&gt;只是回忆的音乐盒还旋转着&lt;br /&gt;要怎么停呢&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-5911039851038022747?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/5911039851038022747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=5911039851038022747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once upon a time, there's a beautiful young lady whose her name is Cinderella. Cinderella live with her step mother and two ugly step sisters. She used to be d luckiest gal around cuz her father love and pamper her alot. After he died, she have no choice but to live with her step mother who are ugly, cruel and manipulative. The step mother make her as the maid of the house. Asking her to do everything in d house. She need to take care of her 2 step sisters things as well, such as washing their clothes and preparing their breakfast. What a pitiful young lady. But anyhow, every fairy tale, it's always the happy ending. She finally got what she deserved. She married d prince charming and live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is my version of Cinderella. She live with her family. She's always the 1 that have to follow what her mom say and do everything in d house. On d other hand, her brother, is always the prince at home. He can do anything and everything he want. When everybody else is busy doing things, he can jz stay in his room and play his guitar, lay on his bed or take a long nap. Cinderella will need to clean everything in d house, even climb up and down the ladder to fix d curtains and decorations. What type of thinking is this? Letting the gal do things that suppose to be done by guy when the gal is a clumsy and careless gal? Then, if she dun do things in time or perfectly, she will get all the scolding and nagging. And she's always not allowed to go out as there's too many things for her to do. Her dad knows and let her be free when mom is not around. Her dad will even say 'Cinderella, Cinderella, Hurry Up! She's coming back! She wants to see results!' lol. I jz wish this version of Cinderella will have a happy ending as well. Hope that she can live happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-8578931674184633222?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/8578931674184633222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=8578931674184633222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8578931674184633222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8578931674184633222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairy-tale-cinderella.html' title='Fairy Tale ~~ Cinderella'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-5355393866417622452</id><published>2009-01-19T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:05:59.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ArGHhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Many things driving me crazy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Relationship often starts sweet and ends bitter..&lt;/span&gt; Well, i would say there's alwiz up and down in life. We jz have to learn to accept, adapt and overcome d problem. That's how we grow from baby to kids, kids to teenagers, teenagers to young adult and so on. Hmm.. Too much to say bout this.. so i'll jz skip this part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year is jz around d corner&lt;/span&gt; but things around me are going crazy. My mom with her never ending house chores, cookies and mood swing due to menopause. There's always one thousand and one stuff to do everyday, from morning til late night. Damn, i really think she should be getting a maid instead of making her daughter her personal assistant a.k.a maid. From changing curtains, bedsheets and cushion cover to cleaning her kitchen and common area in d hse to baking cookies and decorating the hse(she claims that without those, there's no cny's mood). D changing curtains, bedsheets and cushion cover part i'm fine with it. But cleaning her kitchen, even those drawer that i would say alright or quite tidy it's jz being ridiculous. Taking everything out then put it back all over again? What's the point? Jz bcuz it's cny n u need to do spring cleaning? what the heck? Then, packing those gifts for relatives and friends. Only she, herself and her know what's on her mind and what she want to give to those people. But she wants me to help her out. How can i read her mind? She jz want me to stand there and assist her in everything. Once i'm out of her sight, she'll jz go crazy. I jz hope she would be rational. She can do those stuff all by herself, why want me to be there? Is not as though it's gonna make things finish faster, the list of things to do in her mind never end. Probably could jz go round the whole universe and it's still not done yet. Baking cookies, or i would say baking is my mom's hobby. But IT'S NOT MINE. Why she want to make her hobby my torture? Thank god i chose not to come back on 1st of Jan. Or else i won't be able to even study a tiny word for my finals as it's her baking period. But then, even thou she supposed to finished her baking by 3rd with my aunt, she still go on baking now. She'll be tellling me there's so many things left to do for cny yet she's still baking. I mean baking cookies is jz an extra part of it. Why wanna waste time baking when u say u dun hav enuf time to do other stuff? It's jz ridiculous. Then, if she's baking and i'm not there to help, she would show her stupid face which says i'm a horrible daughter. Fine, she wants to bake, i'll help her by the cleaning up and all. But what i really can't stand today is that those cookies and jz fine and nice without choc coating. I jz dun understand why she wants to coat it. Even by the look, i would choose to eat the 1 without coating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SXQzvyV6CeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/v_M3HlrJ-YM/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292912358127700450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SXQzvyV6CeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/v_M3HlrJ-YM/s200/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SXQzwN3t4EI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZM2J6MnWx1Y/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292912365517267010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SXQzwN3t4EI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZM2J6MnWx1Y/s200/DSC02166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I jz don't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;what is wrong with her. Next, is the decorating part. Usually, every year, we'll be doing those decorating by 2 or 3 days before cny which is usually my bro's job. Now, everything depends on me. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm jz a human, a normal gal. Does she think that i'm a machine or wat? I need my own space and time as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Probably ppl would say, jz go out la. Escape from home. I Would LOVE to. but whenever i'm out with my frenz in d afternoon for lunch jz a couple of hours, she would call and start grumbling, wanting me to go home cuz she claims that there's many things to do. She jz can't seems to stay at home alone during the day. The only time i get to go out is night cuz my parents will be out having dinner with their friends and i'll jz skip dinner. She's really driving me nuts. I understand she's going through menopause and it's a bit hard for her to adapt. But does that mean i'm suppose to take everything? I really wish i'm still having classes in Cyber instead of having holiday now. CNY is really a time that contradict a lot to me. It's good cuz we get to wear new stuff and get ang pow. But it's bad cuz there's too many things that need to be done by me. It's not that i'm being sooo lazy or wat. It's jz that she's pushing me too much that drives me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;p/s: I know i didn't post up those sydney stuff and hk/shenzhen stuff on my blog yet. I'm jz too lazy cuz of the connection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-5355393866417622452?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/5355393866417622452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=5355393866417622452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/5355393866417622452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/5355393866417622452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2009/01/arghhhhhhh-many-things-driving-me-crazy.html' title='ArGHhhhhhh!!!!!!!! Many things driving me crazy!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SXQzvyV6CeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/v_M3HlrJ-YM/s72-c/DSC02163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-3688960302907704499</id><published>2008-09-14T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:14:11.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Sydney - 1st day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So, after attending my bro's convo in Perth, we headed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; on 14th of Sept. It's was an 4 days 3 nights trip. We bought the air ticket from perth. We flew there by budget airline which is Virgin Blue. The budget airline seat, is very uncomfortable but heck, it's cheaper than those normal airline. So no choice. Our flight was at 12.55am of 14th sept which is early morning of Sun. The flight took bout 4 hours but due to d time zone, we arrived in Sydney domestic airport at 6.55am i guess. So we took a train to&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Museum station&lt;/span&gt; and walked to our hotel/apartment. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389452505789810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCoVhjRtXI/AAAAAAAAALM/bDwDZFz_9d0/s200/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Museum Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow!!!&lt;/span&gt; The apartment is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5-star!!!&lt;/span&gt; So well maintained and so nice!!!! You have everything you need. And it makes you feel at home. As our flight is a midnite flight, we didn't manage to slp well. So, we dozed off in d apartment around 7sth and woke up around 10 sth 11am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqKtn6P1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/yLlyEt_0m0U/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260391465791143762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqKtn6P1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/yLlyEt_0m0U/s200/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqKL64ihI/AAAAAAAAAME/SHkd8x3f0rI/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260391456743918098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqKL64ihI/AAAAAAAAAME/SHkd8x3f0rI/s200/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqJUqoTGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-1uNSFoRCys/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260391441911794786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqJUqoTGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-1uNSFoRCys/s200/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqLHkvPaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o7cC4QB7AzE/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260391472757161378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCqLHkvPaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o7cC4QB7AzE/s200/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The apartment interior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Then, we headed to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sydney Fish Market&lt;/span&gt; which is only open on Sundays i guess. They have really fresh and big seafood over there. Really nice!!! There's lobsters, crabs, mussels and many other seafood there. We took our lunch there, had seafood platter and mussels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCssx6uVyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VEpbA5epe0E/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394250082604834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCssx6uVyI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VEpbA5epe0E/s200/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389465403786994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCoWRmZhvI/AAAAAAAAALc/JWcseLgFxrk/s200/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389464254896690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCoWNUe2jI/AAAAAAAAALU/Hqk4KqHRrcs/s200/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mussels and Lobsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;After that, we went back to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paddy Market&lt;/span&gt;, where we took d tram from to Fish Market. We went into the mall there for awhile.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389476133078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCoW5kdhwI/AAAAAAAAALs/qF_FN8V_KKA/s200/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Paddy's Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's nth much to buy so we went to take another train to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Circular Quay&lt;/span&gt; where we can see the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Sydney Harbour Bridge and Opera House&lt;/span&gt;. It was superb nice!!! Can you imagine the whole building's roof is made from tiles?? It's amazing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCst1yQNoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qjsX4StKQvc/s1600-h/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394268300686978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCst1yQNoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qjsX4StKQvc/s200/IMG_1927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCsuOQyMYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Nw8rcrsRxTY/s1600-h/IMG_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394274871193986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCsuOQyMYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Nw8rcrsRxTY/s200/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sydney Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCstToUuMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xWC4JG2LCLo/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394259132233922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCstToUuMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xWC4JG2LCLo/s200/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCstAs_W7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/6p-Rnvuv-Qw/s1600-h/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394254051531698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCstAs_W7I/AAAAAAAAAMk/6p-Rnvuv-Qw/s200/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Later, we went to look for a chinese restaurant that uncle don recommended but didn't manage to find it. So at last we jz simply had our dinner at a shop in &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;China Town&lt;/span&gt;. The food was alright. Right after that, we headed back to our apartment and i fell into deep sleep. I was really exhausted that day. We walked alot and i didn't have enough slp. We have to wake up at 6 sth the next day as we'r joining local tours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-3688960302907704499?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/3688960302907704499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=3688960302907704499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/3688960302907704499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/3688960302907704499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-sydney-1st-day.html' title='Trip to Sydney - 1st day'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCoVhjRtXI/AAAAAAAAALM/bDwDZFz_9d0/s72-c/IMG_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-4184263417915030183</id><published>2008-09-11T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:15:23.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bro's convo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260380597471919218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCgSF-rvHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-VidLamKeMw/s200/IMG_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;That's my bro with his uni name in d pics. University of Western Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260380613849948226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCgTC_goEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/k6BeKNAVnx8/s200/IMG_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;That's him, jz after shaking hand with the chancellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260380608957319698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCgSwxBChI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NMJ0XFhOkZg/s200/IMG_1835.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Him, holding his cert that costs alot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;So...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after studying for 4 years...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he finally graduated in bachelor of civil engineering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we went over to perth on 6th of Sept to attend my bro's convo which is on 11th.. it's something i never been thru.. i dunno how excited he is.. but my parents are excited.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;their baby son.. finally graduated..&lt;/span&gt; lol. n d fees are heavy burden.. n d burden finally is done. I remember my dad very excited n funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260380602027951122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCgSW87RBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kwjQlIacba8/s200/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;My Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Before taking any photos, he kept asking me,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; ' My hair messy not?'&lt;/span&gt; of course, in a joking manner. I dun think he's so vain. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260380595600577442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCgR_AhU6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/tyskBhm_uTc/s200/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;That's my bro again!!! He looks like a bear!!! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Something special bout his convo is their convo gown, the students have to rent by themselves n if you wanna rent d hat as well, it's extra $21!! what's d point rite? since everyone else wasn't wearing. Oh ya, another special thing is his convo is at night. I was surprised when i got to know this cuz in M'sia, our convos are all in d morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260383178760174482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCioWBwu5I/AAAAAAAAALE/HZchOIMIgmU/s200/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Winthrop Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;D whole convo thingy was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;boring!!!&lt;/span&gt; I mean, i'm not involved rite, i'm not the students who'r graduating, of course i find it boring!!! But i love the hall. It's call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Winthrop hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if i'm not mistaken. I alwiz remember it as sth like the harry potter's hall. haha. His uni is like those that we see in d tv series or movies, d classic type. D buildings are nice since it's ancient type. lol. We took some photograph around the uni and there's this photograph session by professional photographer. After that, the uni provided some light refreshment such as wines, fruits and sandwiches outside the hall. But when we went out, it was all gone. Wow!!! i guess those ppl must be very hungry as it was like 10pm. I was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;starving&lt;/span&gt; as well. So, my bro went to took some pics with his frenz then we headed home for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Late Dinner at 11pm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-4184263417915030183?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/4184263417915030183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=4184263417915030183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/4184263417915030183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/4184263417915030183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bros-convo.html' title='My bro&apos;s convo..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQCgSF-rvHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-VidLamKeMw/s72-c/IMG_1795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-993161016491425752</id><published>2008-08-26T02:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:01:42.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jz a simple poem from me to you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You brighten up my day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shower me with love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You bring me warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You guide me through the nights,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You help me through difficult times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You bring me happiness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guardian angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel safe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You watch me so I won't fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You hold me tight so I won't run.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stars in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shine in the dark night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bring me surprises,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You makes me smiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you stay long enough to shine in my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you stay long enough to bring me happiness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you stay long enough to watch me so i won't fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you stay long enough to makes me smiles?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-993161016491425752?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/993161016491425752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=993161016491425752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/993161016491425752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/993161016491425752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dear-you-are-my-sunshine-you.html' title='Jz a simple poem from me to you..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-401398701293260973</id><published>2008-08-23T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:43:19.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday for myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1OMBsKhI/AAAAAAAAANE/fTuZCwq5GPc/s1600-h/23-08-08_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260403620119849490" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1OMBsKhI/AAAAAAAAANE/fTuZCwq5GPc/s200/23-08-08_1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1PJwNKnI/AAAAAAAAANk/KoxBlhOTuws/s1600-h/23082008603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260403636689513074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1PJwNKnI/AAAAAAAAANk/KoxBlhOTuws/s200/23082008603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1ODyhYSI/AAAAAAAAANM/V1HkPd5kxv0/s1600-h/23-08-08_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260403617908744482" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1ODyhYSI/AAAAAAAAANM/V1HkPd5kxv0/s200/23-08-08_1701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My lovely cake, Pc and ME!!! Muax!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today, pei chze ask me go Dataran Pahlawan, she say wanna go yamcha at oldtown. So i jz agreed. Then, when we reached, Zach and Kane was there d. Then, after awhile, Ching Yang, Teng Siang, Desmond, Wee Kiat and Alex came. Suddenly, the waitress took out a cake. I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Surprised!!!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know she was planning to celebrate my b'day. Although it's belated, but&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; i'm happy!!!&lt;/span&gt; My best friend make an effort for my b'day!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks alot Chze!!! and Zach also, for d cake. And the rest for coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1ObUBENI/AAAAAAAAANU/RCJfkjjvFbE/s1600-h/23082008600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260403624223248594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1ObUBENI/AAAAAAAAANU/RCJfkjjvFbE/s200/23082008600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1OteOynI/AAAAAAAAANc/gFeyRaanwvQ/s1600-h/23082008601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260403629097929330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1OteOynI/AAAAAAAAANc/gFeyRaanwvQ/s200/23082008601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The guys!! Always playing PSP. 5 of them who came later, 4 of them have a PSP in hand. They'r like kids playing game. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-401398701293260973?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/401398701293260973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=401398701293260973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/401398701293260973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/401398701293260973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/08/belated-birthday-for-myself.html' title='Belated Birthday for myself..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SQC1OMBsKhI/AAAAAAAAANE/fTuZCwq5GPc/s72-c/23-08-08_1653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-2717390747781347609</id><published>2008-08-20T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:35:48.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jz random sweet breakfast..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237409193980801506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SK8D6baXMeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hqJgFfVn6NY/s200/20082008599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; days of bugging I wanna go eat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;McDonald&lt;/span&gt; breakfast, dear finally felt guilty and woke me up before dawn to go get breakfast. He called me around 6 sth before the sky turn bright. We both washed up and headed to the McD breakfast. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SK8CbNmWEAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MsgZcOnUWxg/s1600-h/20082008599.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237409202773337506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SK8D68KqpaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/8mRJDF84nLs/s200/20082008598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dear enjoying his Egg McMuffin with Ham.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237409175918632882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SK8D5YIAX7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/mybPh8z5tgU/s200/20082008594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Both of us having the same set of breakfast.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; *Sweet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237409182374863858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SK8D5wLSo_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/lJaQfY47mbQ/s200/20082008597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are some random pics taken early in the morning. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After that, both of us have a normal wednesday that we always have. As per usual, classes starts at 1pm, ended at 6pm. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lotsa assignment to rush before i leave for Perth on 7th Sept for my bro's convo. I'll be back there for 2 weeks. Gosh, i wonder what i'm gonna do there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you my baby baby boy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muackssss!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;XOXO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SK8Ca5qt2nI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nZ8Hgfpm_0E/s1600-h/20082008597.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-2717390747781347609?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/2717390747781347609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=2717390747781347609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2717390747781347609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2717390747781347609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-breakfast.html' title='Jz random sweet breakfast..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SK8D6baXMeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hqJgFfVn6NY/s72-c/20082008599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-8689540559218507703</id><published>2008-08-16T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:17:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet lovely b'day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 1 week break, i came back to cyber on monday morning since my mom insist me to come back on monday cuz my parents wanna buy me dinner at Portuguese settlement. Nice dinner!!! Before that, on saturday, my parents throw a small birthday party for me with my families (include my grandparents, uncles and aunties, cousins). Thanks daddy and mummy!!! Love you guys. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015360333036754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaCu-JdPNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ohm84CbVo6U/s320/09082008533.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is what we had for my bday. It looks simple but it takes whole day effort to prepare it. The nasi lemak looks like bought from somewhere but it's wrapped by me and my aunts.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015361972191506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaCvEQQwRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ts_0fG-CrOk/s320/09082008534.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This cake is specially baked by my dearest mummy. She's very good in baking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Choc cheese cake according to her. She told me how she baked it but i can't recall it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015369917673890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaCvh2nMaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-st40OWptsE/s320/09082008536.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a convocation day for MMU, so we have a non-class day and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; MMU is so nice. Give me holiday on my birthday. I spent my lunch with my dear at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; at Equine Park Jusco as i didn't want to go too far. Though is not something very expensive meal, but i had it with my darling. So it's sweet. lol. Then i got a birthday pizza!!! While we were ordering, i saw this small part on the menu that pizza hut give out free birthday pizza to birthday gal or boy. I showed the waiter my IC to prove that it's my b'day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235012254444998066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKZ_6L0CzbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mOtBYWfdqq0/s320/11082008539.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is my birthday pizza specially from Pizza hut!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It suppose to be birthday i guess then not enuf space so the waitress wrote besday instead. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Below is me n dear in Pizza Hut.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235012251678493762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKZ_6BgdTEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wp11s1L5dPk/s320/11082008546.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then after makan, i went walking around in &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt;. Actually it's more like walking around at the shops. I went into &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sasa&lt;/span&gt;, wanted to buy concealer as i got some pimples and dark circles. Wow!!! I ended up buying concealer, mascara, blusher, brown eye liner, glitter black eye liner which can make smokey eyes and curler. Spent like alot in that shop. I jz feel like pampering myself on that day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dinner!!! Went to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Paddington house of Pancakes&lt;/span&gt; at the Curve for dinner!!! I love the environment there, especially the part where they have all those fancy restaurant. When we got into the shop, i look at the menu, didn't know what to order. I'm a first timer there. After awhile, browsing through the whole menu, then i simply decided to order some fish meal. Darl ordered Crispy Chicken Burger i guess. Then, we had this big pancake for dessert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015380375231554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaCwIz43EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AfDje8zWah4/s320/11082008562.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is what darl had. Crispy Chicken Burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Below is what i had. Fishy thingy. It was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235016291507475666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaDlLCvlNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0LxFtGKWp0Y/s320/11082008563.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235016302154375234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaDlytKYEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7MQQeu4UBe8/s320/11082008569.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;This is the pancake we had for our dessert. Sweet dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And our sweet pics. MuaxXX!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235015377373110914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaCv9oIIoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T37MrOtKukk/s320/11082008554.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After dinner, we went to walk around the place. It feels so nice. lol. I forgotten to take pics of that place. or else i would surely post it. Romantic walk. As we were walking, darling say it's my birthday and he insist on buying me a cake. At least 1 slice. We were both very very full as we had alot for our dinner. So we went to a shop that we saw it was selling cakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235016310084975250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaDmQP9upI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QL_e3gXn6lU/s320/11082008573.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That's the shop and that's my cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The waitress there make it a swan shape.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235016324205296018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaDnE2guZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GdqWKvm1Jzo/s320/11082008580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Darling took this pic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Then somehow it looks like the Mister Potato's face cuz the cake was near my nose. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235016334464830322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaDnrEky3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lBLcQSwBsbM/s320/11082008581.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After i came home, my hsemates surprised me with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Secret Recipe's cake&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks so much u guys.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't managed to take any pics on my cake. But i really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaI8brNLaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Om5L72tmKh4/s1600-h/11082008572.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235022188667284898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaI8brNLaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Om5L72tmKh4/s200/11082008572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darling, thanks so much for everything. You bring me happiness that cannot be exchange with money. You gave me a wonderful birthday!!! Love ya lots.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Everything will be fine by the end of the day darling. I'll always be by your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-8689540559218507703?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/8689540559218507703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=8689540559218507703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8689540559218507703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8689540559218507703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderful-sweet-bday.html' title='My sweet lovely b&apos;day...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SKaCu-JdPNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ohm84CbVo6U/s72-c/09082008533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-1520579080870561528</id><published>2008-08-09T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:25:45.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two wonderful days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent 2 wonderful days around malaccca with aaron. Thanks so much for making it happened my dear. He came down to mlk on thursday morning even thou he was sick(been vomiting and having fever but refused to let me know). It's sweet but heartache-ing. I brought him to eat chicken rice ball. Lol. I remember harry asking me if that's fish ball. hehe. It was a rainy day. So we got no other places to go other than shopping malls. Went to Dataran Pahlawan to walk around since he says the last time he came mlk it's not ready yet. After walking around for awhile, nth to do, we went to take those funky pics. lol. It was nice anyway thou a bit childish. Malacca is definitely a place to eat eat and eat. After shopping, we went to eat Pork Satay. I guess not many places have this. I don't know why it's so famous in mlk but i still prefer chicken. lol. Then, we went to Menara Taming Sari. The sky was clearer as the rain stopped so we got quite nice view of Malacca the Historical City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SJx5BU-VUSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QmpS27PDFJ8/s1600-h/07082008526.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232189930814656802" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="151" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SJx5BU-VUSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QmpS27PDFJ8/s320/07082008526.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SJx5Br0hYzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A_9vlD--A8Y/s1600-h/07082008510.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232189936947520306" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SJx5Br0hYzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A_9vlD--A8Y/s320/07082008510.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SJx5B3Fwm5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/yATIkDBhyCE/s1600-h/07082008522.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232189939972610962" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SJx5B3Fwm5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/yATIkDBhyCE/s320/07082008522.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pics above is taken at Menara Taming Sari. 1st is the m'cca view+aaron + me n him in the rotating tower.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, came back home, took a short nap as we were both tired, especially aaron who only slept for 2 hours d nite before. He was suppose to go back at 7pm by bus but surprised!!! his hsemate came down mlk as well. N they'r goin back the next day with another mlk hsemate. A great news for me!!! So while we were napping, his hsemate called n say go eat satay celup. So we woke up n went to eat eat n eat again. My day ended after the satay celup session. But his, i don't know. Maybe more interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day, woke up at 11.40 when my mom nearly break the door. lol. jz exaggerating. She knocked loudly n woke me up. So i got ready, n started another day with my dear. Went to get him from his fren's place in bukit beruang. Then we went to eat cendol at Donald &amp;amp; Lily's. I've been eating there for years but didn't bother to know the name until his hsemate was saying malaccan dunno anything. lol. After that, went to spend some time in my aunt's place then we managed to catch a movie. I'm so happy i got to watch The Mummy. I wanted to watch that since before the break. Watched at the new gsc at dataran which i never tried. It was a nice experience. The movie ended at 5 sth then we went to walk around Again in dataran to wait for his hsemate whom were watching The Dark Knight. After that, we went for food hunting again. See, EAT, EAT &amp;amp; EAT! At first, we plan to eat the malacca famous fried oyster at bunga raya. Unfortunately, maybe it was still too early as it's only 6.30pm, the stall was not open. So, we went to eat 'char siew fan'. It was very delicious! i don't know maybe i was too hungry so i find it very nice. Then, today is the Olympic's opening ceremony, we went to Bamboo hut to watch the whole big event. But it was stilll early when we reached. So, me and aaron walk all the way from bamboo hut to jonker's street. It was jz a stroll, jz the two of us spending time together. I didn't wanna buy anything, jz wanna walk with him. How sweet is that? Bla bla n bla.. Went back to bamboo hut to watch the ceremony as it was nearly 8pm. It was magnificent. Especially their fireworks and all. It was very grand. I only managed to watch til the part where they start introducing the country and all. Then, it was getting late already. Aaron was worried bout me driving back home alone. So, i got to leave them there and be a good girl, come home early. Came home, shower then watch the ceremony again. I got to watch the part where they light the fire. It was nice.. Then.... i'm stuck in front of d laptop now, blogging bout my beautiful days with my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This part is dedicated to aaron:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for travelling all the way from Cyber to Malacca jz to spend time with me even when u'r sick, my dear. I really appreciate what you did for me. Thanks for making my two wonderful days happened as well. You can jz make me smile. Love ya. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-1520579080870561528?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/1520579080870561528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=1520579080870561528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1520579080870561528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1520579080870561528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-wonderful-days.html' title='two wonderful days...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SJx5BU-VUSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QmpS27PDFJ8/s72-c/07082008526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-981596137539626033</id><published>2008-07-13T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:02:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates updates updates.. lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SHj2Tya5JWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qN8f7gtr-WY/s1600-h/DSC03980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222194587748607330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="208" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SHj2Tya5JWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qN8f7gtr-WY/s320/DSC03980.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been exactly 1 month since i last updated my blog. Well, alot happened in 1 month n i'm too lazy to elaborate too much. Probably i shall let the pics do the talking. Oh wait, i shall introduce someone 1st. That guy in the pic, it's my dearest bf. His name is Aaron Lim Yee Ronn in case some ppl wanna know. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SHj2TuT29YI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Wex7ncgGmkI/s1600-h/22062008370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got together like a month ago. N things have been quite interesting since then. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SHj2TRHoK-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/rQVpJBRMZLQ/s1600-h/21062008336.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's quite an egoistic guy which kinda sweet la. Ermm, i shall not start talking bout him or else i won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, classes starts since 16th June. All my classes are boring this sem. Lecturers sucks, subject hard, really need to put more effort in studies this sem. I shall not talk bout my boring studies. There was this weekend that is really busy. Went to midvalley for shopping, went to alamanda for movie, went to cheras selatan jusco for movie. Crazy rite? At 1st our plan was midvalley. Wanna go there for movie. Wanted to watch made of honour. When we reached there, the queue was toooooo long. So we decided to watch at alamanda at nite. So we went walking around and had Chillies for lunch. I'm not sure if i spell it correctly. The food was kinda good but TGI is better. lol. Then went back rest, went to alamanda for movie. We wanted to watch made of honour but too bad, it's not screen there. So we watch Get Smart. Quite a nice movie thou. Then the next day, went to cheras selatan jusco to watch Made of Honour. Finally get to watch!!! Yay!! Very touching movie!!! Nice nice nice!!! Had pizza hut after the movie. And the pizza looks like a heart shape. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the other weekend, i came back mlk. Had barbaque at home!!! hmmm.. been busy for the whole weekend. Or maybe the weekend was short. i don't really feel like i came home and spend time home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-981596137539626033?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/981596137539626033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=981596137539626033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/981596137539626033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/981596137539626033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates-updates-updates-lol.html' title='updates updates updates.. lol.'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SHj2Tya5JWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qN8f7gtr-WY/s72-c/DSC03980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-8786461553924961963</id><published>2008-06-13T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:12:28.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ehem ehem, i shall finally start talking about my bangkok trip. Went to bangkok with my parents, my dad 3 other golfers' fren + their family aka my neighbour. haha. it's not that complicated actually. My parents frenz! So i went there on 25th of may, came back on 28th of may.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First day, arrived there around 1pm maybe. On the way to the hotel, we stopped by for lunch. D noodle is so nice!!! oh, i added alot of chilli powder as i tot it was okay. then when i start eating, it's burning hot!!! too spicy! but still i managed to finished it. Went to the hotel, Princeton Park Suites, check-in, change then went out d. The four golfers went to golf in 1 cab, then the women and kids went to Chatuchak market. Wow!!! that market is freaking big and HOT!!!! it's like petaling street but it's 3 or 4 times bigger? and 10 times hotter. Bought some stuff from there althou it's hot. The stuff are cheap the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;re. jz like PS boutique. lol. Hang ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ound there for like 4 hours? n i'm so sick of it d after 1 hour, keep looking at my watch, hoping it's 6pm. The taxi suppose to fetch us at 6 but he came late. We waited by the roadside like those pendatang asing in m'sia. Then, suddenly, i saw elephant passing. Gosh, elephant in the middle of the city. Scary!!&lt;br /&gt;Second day, men went golf, women went shopping, kids went to Dreamworld!!! A theme park like genting but the weather there is way too hot. They have lots of interesting rides there. Way better than genting. They made it sth like dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;neyland as well. They have giant hse, cinderella coach, shoes hse and so on. Took lotsa pics with those. Then, the most important part!!! We won alot of soft toys!!! It's more like brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; won it la. But jz 40 baht each, which is around RM4 each. so cheap!!! After that, the taxi driver took us to meet up with our parents for dinner. The journey to the dinner place was terrible. We thought the driver wanna kidnap us or something. The road was like very dusty, by the road side alot of factory, some abondon, some still functioning. It's a long long way there. Took us almost 1 hour to finally reach. The food was good. We ate by the lake side. Very nice. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFooDs3AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ec0dKZUokS8/s1600-h/26052008287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304283071110146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFooDs3AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ec0dKZUokS8/s320/26052008287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFoaLbMLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iXVQTBmZw_U/s1600-h/26052008258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304279345410226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFoaLbMLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iXVQTBmZw_U/s320/26052008258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFoPqGRCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SbTQBypPGd0/s1600-h/26052008246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304276521272354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFoPqGRCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SbTQBypPGd0/s320/26052008246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Third day, we went to the floating market and some temple la. The market was interesting. I mean it's funny to see ppl selling stuff at the river or shud i say drain side. lol. I guess it wasn't the original floating market. It's a new floating market specially made for tourists. But somehow, it's a great experience. At nite, we went to Baiyoke Sky hotel to eat chinese buffet. The food was GOOD!!! Then, after eating, we went up to the rotating tower. The view there was awesome. The roads, WOW!!! so nice!!! i nv tot bangkok is such a nice city. Then, we went to walk around at something like a nite market. Alvin bought some grasshopper to eat. Eww!!! Disgusting!!!! After that, we took tut-tut back to the hotel. That's the craziest thing i ever sat on. We took 3 tut-tut for 7 persons. The 3 drivers like racing with each other and we feel that the whole bike is gonna overturn. lol. but it was real fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFo4A1mKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RL2CGZRZojw/s1600-h/27052008208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304287354067106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFo4A1mKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RL2CGZRZojw/s320/27052008208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFo1m58II/AAAAAAAAAEg/vwgIDzPga_A/s1600-h/27052008391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304286708428930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFo1m58II/AAAAAAAAAEg/vwgIDzPga_A/s320/27052008391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJHwKNRNlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZN3GJgAefPY/s1600-h/27052008411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211306611520386642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJHwKNRNlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZN3GJgAefPY/s320/27052008411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last day, woke up quite early, went to 'lorong' beside our hotel for some food. They have a market there. Then, we went to Robinson, a shopping like Parkson. Bought some cheap real branded stuff there. Then, we rush to the airport as we all assume that our departure time is 3.45pm, so we have to be there before 1.45pm. When we reached the airport, we check the departure time, it's 5.45pm instead of 3.45pm. My dad remember it wrongly. So, no choice, we hang around in the airport til it's time to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-8786461553924961963?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/8786461553924961963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=8786461553924961963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8786461553924961963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8786461553924961963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/06/bangkok-trip.html' title='Bangkok trip..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SFJFooDs3AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ec0dKZUokS8/s72-c/26052008287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-8706529874071720807</id><published>2008-06-06T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:26:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see.. lol..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long time since i last updated my blog, n it was jz some copy paste song lyrics. slowly getting lazy. hehe. I went to bangkok on 25th of May, came back on 28th. I wanted to update my blog bout my bangkok trip but i didn't manage to get the photos i took there yet. blame msn for it. the file sharing giving problems. Therefore, i would talk bout my bangkok trip on my next post maybe, when i get the photos. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm, I've been on break for like almost 2 weeks now, life getting bored at home, no more series, nothing to do. but i think my life is getting healthier at home. I go for sports alot, like tennis, squash, swimming. I go for gym, steam bath n sauna. Gym was good, especially the treadmill, make me sweat a lot, can lose some weight i hope. Thou it was good, but whenever I'm running on the treadmill, i would wanna give up easily. It was torturing okay? it's like i can't stop even when I'm tired. I  always need very strong determination to finish the time. Then, i would do sit up. The 1st time i went, i did like 20 times, it was cool. Then, 2nd day, gosh, my tummy muscle pain. D 2nd time i went, i did like 5 times, painful....... but i continue till 20 again. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess there's nth much for me to say now, cuz there's nth interesting in my life currently. Til then, i would update as soon as i got all the photos. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-8706529874071720807?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/8706529874071720807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=8706529874071720807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8706529874071720807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/8706529874071720807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-no-see-lol.html' title='long time no see.. lol..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-1954540016357307374</id><published>2008-05-20T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:35:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, I've been very addictive to these songs....&lt;br /&gt;1. 梁静茹 - 崇拜&lt;br /&gt;2. Mariah Carey - Always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;3. The Carpenters - Close To You (They Long To Be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. 梁静茹 - 崇拜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;詞：陳沒　曲：彭學斌　編曲：陳建騏 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你的姿態　你的青睞&lt;br /&gt;我存在在你的存在&lt;br /&gt;你以為愛　就是被愛 &lt;br /&gt;你揮霍了我的崇拜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我活了　我愛了　我都不管了&lt;br /&gt;心愛到瘋了　恨到算了　就好了&lt;br /&gt;可能的　可以的　真的可惜了 &lt;br /&gt;幸福好不容易　怎麼你卻不敢了呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我還以為我們能　不同於別人&lt;br /&gt;我還以為不可能的　不會不可能&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;風箏有風　海豚有海 &lt;br /&gt;我存在在我的存在&lt;br /&gt;所以明白　所以離開&lt;br /&gt;所以不再為愛而愛&lt;br /&gt;自己存在　在你之外&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mariah Carey - Always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were as one, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for a moment in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it seemed  everlastiing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that you would always be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you want to be  free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so I'll let you fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause I know in my heart, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;our love  will never die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm part of you  indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh darling, cause  you'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we'll linger on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling  this strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No way you're ever gonna shake me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll  always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna cry, no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I won't beg you to  stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I you're determined to leave boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not stand in your  way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But inevitably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you'll be back again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause you know in your  heart, babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;our love will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll  always be a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy, don't you know  you can't escape me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh darling, cause you'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And  we'll linger on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No way you're  ever gonna shake me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh darling, 'cause you'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know  that you'll be back, boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when your days and your nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;get a little bit  colder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that you'll be right back, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, believe me, it's  only a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;matter of time, time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm part of  you indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh darling,  cause you'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we'll linger on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time can't erase a  feeling this strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No way you're ever gonna shake me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh darling, 'cause  you'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm part of you  indefinitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh darling, cause  you'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we'll linger on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time can't erase a feeling  this strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No way you're ever gonna shake me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh darling, 'cause you'll  always be my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Carpenters - Close To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Why do birds suddenly appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you are near?&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they  long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do stars fall down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Every  time you walk by?&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the  day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angels got together&lt;br /&gt;And decided to create  a&lt;br /&gt;dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon-dust&lt;br /&gt;In your hair of  gold&lt;br /&gt;And starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the girls in  town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just  like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ break ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the  day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angels got together&lt;br /&gt;And decided to create  a&lt;br /&gt;dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon-dust&lt;br /&gt;In your hair of  gold&lt;br /&gt;And starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the girls in  town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh)  Close to you&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to  you&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-1954540016357307374?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/1954540016357307374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=1954540016357307374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1954540016357307374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1954540016357307374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-songs.html' title='Random songs...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-2056536931762817559</id><published>2008-05-18T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:09:09.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirtatious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is flirt?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder how ppl define flirt. For me, flirting is like doing sweet stuff like they're couple but they're not. I asked Ivan, my cousin jz now how he define flirt. He says it's like guy and gal, acting as if they're couple but they're not in a relationship. This include verbally and physically. Maybe. I don't know. What i know is when someone is flirting or flirt too much, u won't know which phrase he/she say is real or fake. It's hard to trust that person if he/she didn't assure u that it's true. If u take things seriously, or sometimes, u take what a flirtatious person say seriously, u might accidentally hurt yourself by falling into the trap without yourself realising it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-2056536931762817559?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/2056536931762817559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=2056536931762817559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2056536931762817559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2056536931762817559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/05/flirtatious.html' title='Flirtatious?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-1913474716502072673</id><published>2008-05-16T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:44:28.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings...</title><content type='html'>I always look happy, don't I? but sometimes i don't know whether i'm really that happy or not. i would laugh loudly, n smile and everything but deep down, i don't know what are my real feelings. Yesterday and day before yesterday, i was feeling very very down. i don't know what's wrong with me. People around me still think i'm happy cuz i still laugh and smile but deep down, i'm feeling very down. I don't know is it love or studies. Something was troubling me and i don't know what is that. how pathetic is that la? I really feel like doing something crazy to release my that don't know why tension. But too bad, everyone else was busy preparing for finals except me cuz my next paper will be on sat afternoon while others have paper on friday. Then, i told kang liang that i'm really feeling down. It's like i don't know what to do with myself to cheer myself up. He was being sweet. A real fren he is indeed. He actually offer to come to cyber from damansara jz to accompany me cuz i'm being very moody. I was really touched. But he need to travel like 1 hour to reach cyber jz to cheer me up? It's a bit crazy la. i feel bad cuz later midnight he need to travel back alone again. Thou i really wanna let loose but i shouldn't trouble a fren that way. I was in the library then he called, he really can cheer me up. He was talking to me and i don't know why i slowly feel much better. He was joking and stuff. After talking to him, i really feel so much better. No need to release tension d. Thanks kang liang!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-1913474716502072673?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/1913474716502072673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=1913474716502072673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1913474716502072673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1913474716502072673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/05/feelings.html' title='feelings...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-3081168250482165957</id><published>2008-05-15T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:58:12.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths was horrible..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have mathematical programming paper on wed. it was horrible. hate it so much. i didn't slp for d whole nite jz to study this shit. i try to hard to figure out the stupid kuhn tucker and the interior algorithm point and some matrices. then went for the paper, it was easy. i mean the question look easy but i don't really know how to do 2 questions. 1 is kuhn tucker that cost 5 marks and the big M method. i was kinda slpy when i was solving the big M method ques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tion. then i realised sth was wrong, impossible the answer is that long, then by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the time i realised i'm wrong, i don't have enough time to finish up. so sad. i was feeling kinda down and stressed up jz bcuz of that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, went to sk to eat. wanted to eat marmite chicken wing that boon boon recommended. but when we wanted to make our order, they say finish already. so we ordered something else. instead of marmite chicken wing, we ordered marmite chicken. hmmm, i took some pics after we eat cuz i forgotten to take b4 we eat. haha. too hungry. we ordered so much that at last we have to force ourselves to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCux_a3Ak1I/AAAAAAAAADA/SaAFUEMwaVo/s72-c/DSC00712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-2685321547940649484</id><published>2008-05-14T04:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T04:21:24.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, i know it's been a week since i last update my blog. i told sandra i'll update at least once a week. but i'm having finals now. nth much interesting in my life recently. jz slping and studying or do whatsoever nonsense that are a waste of time. jz like now, it's 4.19am and i'm suppose to be studying for my mathematical programming paper that i will be having at 9am, yet i'm posting blog. i'm really worried bout the paper but i really don't have the mood to study. something is really wrong with me. i've been like that since the 1st paper on sunday. i'm worried but i'm not. it's like i don't feel like studying at all. i really need some motivation to study more. til then, i'll update sandra. hahaha. now i need to study back d. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-2685321547940649484?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/2685321547940649484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=2685321547940649484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2685321547940649484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2685321547940649484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/05/finals.html' title='Finals..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-7177146683323364347</id><published>2008-05-07T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:52:20.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents anniversary at bamboo hut..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, now i'll talk about what happened today. lol. So, today is my parents wedding anniversary. We have dinner at bamboo hut with my dad's golfers frenz aka neighbours. Aunty adree prepared quite nice settings. The special one for wedding anniversary. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCILNZuHPI/AAAAAAAAABY/oagpD57GrGY/s1600-h/06052008099.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302673940815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCHPtZuHOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zp5YlfMB_EA/s320/06052008098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, we have a 5 course meal. 1st was caesar salad. I didn't bother to take pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuz i forgotten about it. Then, came the mushroom soup with garlic bread. It's very nice soup. It's not from the campbell can okay. It's the real blended, cooked mushroom soup. Then, we have the main course. I don't know what it is called. Oh, and there's two choices. For the couples, husband has the one with seafood and the wife has the one with chicken.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCILdZuHQI/AAAAAAAAABg/yfrzhPZad9I/s1600-h/06052008100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197303700437998850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCILdZuHQI/AAAAAAAAABg/yfrzhPZad9I/s320/06052008100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCIwdZuHRI/AAAAAAAAABo/fReOqPqNVTw/s1600-h/06052008099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197304336093158674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCIwdZuHRI/AAAAAAAAABo/fReOqPqNVTw/s320/06052008099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, dad gave mom the roses that aunty adree prepared for the event. It was sweet. There's 24 roses as it's their 24th anniversary. My mom was surprised. Then, there's the cake cutting and champagne pouring. The pics it's in my dad's camera. So i don't bother to upload them. Oh oh, they have the flaming love after that. After that, we have this big plate of fruits. It was nicely carved and decorated fruits. We have cakes as well. The 1 that my parents cut juz now. It's from secret recipe. Chocolate indulgence. Nice, but i was too full to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCKUtZuHTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jKwCVSxA9rA/s1600-h/06052008102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306058375044402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCKUtZuHTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jKwCVSxA9rA/s320/06052008102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCKUNZuHSI/AAAAAAAAABw/twhaHkwytIE/s1600-h/06052008101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306049785109794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCKUNZuHSI/AAAAAAAAABw/twhaHkwytIE/s320/06052008101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was a nice dinner with family and family frenz. I love the setting there. Very romantica. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-7177146683323364347?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/7177146683323364347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=7177146683323364347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/7177146683323364347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/7177146683323364347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents-anniversary-at-bamboo-hut.html' title='Parents anniversary at bamboo hut..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SCCHPtZuHOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zp5YlfMB_EA/s72-c/06052008098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-2550176529256054974</id><published>2008-05-07T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:20:49.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 accidents in a day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On monday, i travel back to cyber early in the morning. i push off from my hse around 7am. waited for wee kiat awhile outside his hse. finally, leave malacca toll probably around 7.25am. d traffic was fine. quite smooth sailing. then cin you says looks like gonna rain. i was praying hard, hoping it won't rain. but my prayers didn't work. it rained at last. at 1st it was quite okay, then slowly getting heavier and heavier. as it was raining, i can't speed thou i'm running out of time. i have quiz at 9am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All of a sudden, cin you shouted, ask me to slow down. Then, i realised there's many cars in front all on their breaks. I was like, 'shit! i'm gonna be late!' I dunno there was traffic jam til i was at the front. There's this lorry i don't know how, overturned and this BMW 3 series front was badly damage. In the car, i saw there's 1 lady stucked inside i guess. I mean who would want to sit in a crashed car unless u'r forced to. So i guess the door got problem or so. That was before senawang i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then, as i was driving nicely, suddenly, there's traffic jam again. It was before seremban. So we all thought that maybe ppl from seremban rushing to work. That's why jam. But as i was approaching the front, i saw blue siren light. So i was telling cin you, impossible there's a road block in the high way, maybe there's an accident again. True enough, as i was passing by, i saw there's 1 car badly damage also at d centre, near the divider. Then, there's a few crashed cars, by the road side. I guess those that can move, already move to the side. I think this accident involved a few cars. Finally, the road was clear and i reached class on time. I was on time okay. Jz that the rest was early. Cuz when i entered the class, d lecturer smile at me and say she thought i wasn't going to take the quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next, i'm gonna talk about my journey back to malacca. It was all fine. Then suddenly, i saw another accident. It's on the opposite road. I think it's somewhere near the place where the lorry overturned this morning. I forgotten it's what car but i know it's badly damaged also. The front part of the car was gone. lol. Man, i saw a total of 3 accidents on the highway in a day. Now, i'm starting to get worried. Maybe someday i might be the 1 involved. Pray hard i don't weih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-2550176529256054974?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/2550176529256054974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=2550176529256054974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2550176529256054974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/2550176529256054974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-accidents-in-day.html' title='3 accidents in a day..'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-7878857974713236642</id><published>2008-05-04T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:42:26.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been sick since last sunday. so i kinda feel restless to do anything eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n posting blog. lol. n now i got measles! what a nice time to have it when my finals is jz 1 week away. okay. i shall start from sunday, i woke up and got bad headache. so i stayed home whole day til evening, went dinner and came home. Then my headache worsen. It was d worst headache i've got in my life. My head was like heavier than roc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ks. So i took panadol and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; slept. Worse still, i got test 2 for maths d next day. I wasn't really prepared for it. It was a horrible p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aper and i failed. i got 25/60. so then, monday, after d maths test, i dun hav anymore classes. so i stayed home again and rest/sleep. haha. oh, i took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;panadols to cure all my headache and fever. i took a total of 11 panadol from sunday til wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SByP_tZuHLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zwmqSFvKITI/s1600-h/29042008086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SByP_tZuHLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zwmqSFvKITI/s320/29042008086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196186394760715442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i nv take thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s many panadols in my life before. Aaron was telling me to go and see doc but i was too lazy to move and i thought fever and headache is nothing, panadol shud cure it. so i don't bother to go for it. Then i travel back on wed evening, i was still okay. everything was fine. had dinner and stuff. The next day was labour day! public hol! y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ea i really had a public holiday, a proper rest day, i slept whole day. keep wake up and slp, wake up and slp. My mom was angry cuz she thought i was too lazy. but the fact is, i jz can't help waking up. oh wait, i think i slept around 4 sth 5am d nite before. i was ermm, watching series, movies and smsing. that's a bit crazy i know for a sick person. okay, that's for thursday. Friday morning, i went back to cyber for class. maths class, it's important. lol. here comes the interesti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ng part, i was concentrating, then suddenly i realised my hands have red spot. so i reconfirm with san nee asking her if i'm seeing things. she said yea, i have re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d spots. So then after class, i came back to mlk again. i went to see doc. she checked if i got dengue, but negative sign. So she suspect either dengue or measles. later at nite, i realised my spots are getting more and more, it's MEASLES!!! hell, i hate it. it's itchy and it will spread. so i can't go anywhere but stay home. and i dun hav anymore series to watch. that's d worst part. so i spend my time sleeping, watching some random movies that i got from san nee. Thank god i still have movies to watch. or else i'll be dead bored. i got a funny sms from sandra jz now. she said her mom tell her to come stay over with me cuz she nv got measles b4 and she wants it as she's too free now. gosh! such a crazy idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SByVINZuHNI/AAAAAAAAABI/FprbZyp-6WE/s1600-h/13-04-08_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SByVINZuHNI/AAAAAAAAABI/FprbZyp-6WE/s320/13-04-08_1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196192038347742418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh wait! i got sth to add. i got an e-mail from my uncle jz now. he send me those pics of my lil cousin! she's so adorable!!! she learnt how to sit already!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SByVH9ZuHMI/AAAAAAAAABA/AvDu3ZPJ3Wg/s1600-h/27-04-08_2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SByVH9ZuHMI/AAAAAAAAABA/AvDu3ZPJ3Wg/s320/27-04-08_2237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196192034052775106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-7878857974713236642?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/7878857974713236642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=7878857974713236642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/7878857974713236642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/7878857974713236642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='sick...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SByP_tZuHLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zwmqSFvKITI/s72-c/29042008086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-795201755457252312</id><published>2008-04-27T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:25:11.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a nice day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a hot hot hot afternoon in cyber. I was thinking wanna go pyramid, but aaron was like go so far le. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he said wanna go mv, gardens. So at last, i decided to go to pavillion as i nv been there before. So, i went to shower then prepare to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took d KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P high way then dunno which way cuz aaron was telling me d direction. Then, i took d wrong turning i guess, so jz simply turn around in kl. Finally, we reached. Then we were looking for food. I asked wei yip earlier whether there's carl's junior in pavillion, he said got. s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o i actually plan to go there eat carl's junior. Then, i saw d sign board say food at 6th floor. Therefore, we wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t 6th floor. Looking at the sign board, seems the only choice w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e have was T.G.I. Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We ordered dunno whatever meal that has appetizer, main course and dessert. My meal was calamari for appetizer, fish and chips for main course and sundae for dessert. The calamari came then after awhile the main course came again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The table was kinda small, 3 of us having the same thing. haha. Full d. So we have to speed up our speed of eating t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o clear the plates. Funny la. 3 of us having so many things to eat. Oh, when the waiter send the fish &amp;amp; chip, some of the chips drop on the table. Aaron say when he eat, he dun like to see food all over the table. So he decided to hide d chips under his plate. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  We didn't manage to finish d food as it was way too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took some pics from TGI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNux9ZuHJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/llsF4pvyZnA/s1600-h/DSC00668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 290px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNux9ZuHJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/llsF4pvyZnA/s320/DSC00668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193616599863401618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;---- Look at the fries under his plate. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNuxtZuHII/AAAAAAAAAAg/W-RJXx_JxgU/s1600-h/26042008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNuxtZuHII/AAAAAAAAAAg/W-RJXx_JxgU/s320/26042008079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193616595568434306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chiu wuen was too full. haha. She didn't even eat half of her fries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNuxdZuHHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/43Qh1jWW9L8/s1600-h/26042008082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNuxdZuHHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/43Qh1jWW9L8/s320/26042008082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193616591273466994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the food left over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNuyNZuHKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HiElv34jXAE/s1600-h/DSC00676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 253px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNuyNZuHKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HiElv34jXAE/s320/DSC00676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193616604158368930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went  jalan jalan around pavillion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever 21, aaron took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; this photo there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-795201755457252312?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/795201755457252312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=795201755457252312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/795201755457252312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/795201755457252312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-nice-day.html' title='Had a nice day...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OarNv0VqNJw/SBNux9ZuHJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/llsF4pvyZnA/s72-c/DSC00668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-1188931029259402950</id><published>2008-04-26T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:54:32.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a busy week or few days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a few busy days. Wed was boon's b'day, today is wuen's b'day. So we've been celebrating quite a lot. Wed nite went to sk to eat then bought cake for boon. It was funny. Cuz wuen and yen was busy with assignments, so they ask me to go and buy cake alone. But i don't want to go alone. Therefore, i ask boon to go with me instead. Haha.  She get to choose her own b'day cake. Yeah, i know there's no surprise like that. But heck, of course she knows we'll buy her cake. So there's no point hide hide. hehe. Then, thursday, we went to green box!!! We reached there around 7, we sang til the place close which is around 1.45am. lol. i know we're a bit crazy but money worth ma. We paid like 30 over bucks for the buffet and karaoke. Yen and wuen was rushing for assignments, yet they went. They brought wuen's laptop there to do. haha. funny rite? yeah i know we'r crazy ppl. But still, we enjoyed the nite. Boon boon fell sick there. At 1st, she was very excited about going there. Then when we reached, she started feeling dizzy and stuff. At last, she got fever. So ah yen and her went to bought panadol. After taking panadol, she feel better. Then she started singing again. Haha. But after coming back from green box, she really fell sick. She had bad fever. Then, last nite, went out to celebrate wuen's b'day. We went gasoline. It's a nice and cosy place. It was only me, wuen and aaron. But we had fun too. Once we reached home, i was too tired cuz we played tennis in the evening. Straight change and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, suppose to wake up early to go dim sum. But i woke up around 11 sth. I was too lazy. Then, after drinking hot choc and eat my instant noodle, i watch a few episodes of series then went to sleep again. I got nothing to do, or should i say i'm too lazy to move and do anything. lol. Slept for like 2 or 3 hours. I was lazing around on my bed. Guess, that's all that i can say. oh ya, i completed my e-commerce assignment!! i mean my part. Another assignment down. Hopefully i will finish everything in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-1188931029259402950?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/1188931029259402950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=1188931029259402950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1188931029259402950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/1188931029259402950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-busy-week-or-few-days.html' title='It&apos;s been a busy week or few days?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04358065090429143908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QGh66UAaA/TdaDKKpE_yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f03CaR_T6lA/s220/Capture.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603176800081507036.post-6757751572213559416</id><published>2008-04-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:05:10.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.. This is my proper public blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, rite, as my title of this blog, this is my proper public blog. haha. i has 1 blog which is private. got my private stuff in it. hehe. Then, that day, when i was chatting with aaron, i start thinking, wanna write a public blog which i shud update frequently bout my life. hopefully i will. cuz i'm gettting lazier these days. probably blog would improve my english as well. cuz nowadays, i seldom use english as my coursemate and hsemates all speaks chinese to communicate. It's not that they don't know how to speak english or what, but we're just so used to it.  And maybe blogging would be fun when i'm bored. Especially i'm in cyber and i don't bother to join any clubs or society cuz i'm toooo lazy to attend those meetings which last for hours. Okay. Enough for introduction. I will start my blog from yesterday's routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, me and kwai eng was damn busy rushing for our assignment. Computer networking!!! Gosh! damn hard weih. We have to create a webpage application. We need to deal with Macromedia Dreamweaver 8 and MySQL. Macromedia was okay. But mySQL, a bit problem. Maybe is due to my always don't bother to write down what the lecturer taught in tutorials cuz if i do, i won't be able to follow his steps. He always teach us the steps very fast, like he's rushing to take aeroplane or so. So ya, MySQL, problem. Then, we have to do the online catalogue thru mySQL!!! How??? Kwai eng was like how? cuz she did everything in just normal macromedia form. So at last, we ask a senior, Zhe Yik, which we don't even know him. Haha. Very random. Kwai eng got his phone number from Mei Teng. She called him, saying that 'hey, i'm kwai eng, mei teng's fren. I would like to ask u blah blah blah...' It was jz that random. Then, he was like he chat with us on the msn. Then, the most crazy part is, kwai eng tell him to come my hse and help us with the website, AND HE ACTUALLY SAID OKAY!!! haha. We don't even talk to him in class but he actually came to help us. Then, when he came, he seems to know to do everything. So simple for him. So we manage to do almost everything yesterday, left the template link don't know why, somehow can't work. Then, i e-mailed the lecturer cuz Harry says he drop this subject on sunday when the assignment is due on tuesday! he's being very very irresponsible. Even the lecturer says why so not sporting 1? Drop also last min jz tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, i received reply from the lecturer. And he says i need to do the login and logout part which i don't expect to do it. So, i was so dead. Don't know what to do. I have to wait for kwai eng to come at 12pm 1st only i can start doing it. Then, when she came, i try to do it. It can't work again. Again, we called Zhe Yik, our saver, to help. He's being very very helpful. We called just to ask but he actually offer to come over before the class. So nice of him. Then, we were waiting for him. He said he'll go home, shower then come. But time really flies. We were very worried that he might not be able to make it as we have class at 4pm and he was not here yet at 3.15pm. So at 3.20 or 3.25, he came. Thank GOD!!! And easily he help us or should i say teach us do the login and logout part. And we manage to conclude or done everything within half an hour. Then, burn it into disc and rush to class. So, we went class and submit it. Then, the lecturer rejected our report. Cuz of some diagram thingy. And d worst part is he said that submit 1 day later deduct 1 mark. But he's d 1 who rejected it. We submit on time. So unfair and he said to be fair he must deduct mark. What nonsense is that!!! Then, because he wanna check and reject reports, we finish our class late as it started late. Then, when i was walking home, it rain!!! Kwai eng actually offer to fetch me home, but that time, it was just drizzling. So i thought no need to trouble her dad. Cuz enter cyberia they ask to register and stuff. So troublesome. As i was walking home, it started raining heavily but luckily i brought umbrella. haha. So i wasn't really wet. I think that's all bout my day. Guess it's all about assignments and class. Kinda boring day. Hope for an interesting day soon!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p/s: i wanted to post my webpage print screen 1. But very unlucky i failed to upload. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4603176800081507036-6757751572213559416?l=sherryryl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/feeds/6757751572213559416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4603176800081507036&amp;postID=6757751572213559416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/6757751572213559416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4603176800081507036/posts/default/6757751572213559416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherryryl.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-this-is-my-proper-public-blog.html' title='Well.. 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