tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56846856773658489362011-10-31T23:19:35.025+08:00In my dream you are mine ,but in my life you are a dreamGilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-41113204552609881662011-10-31T22:51:00.002+08:002011-10-31T23:19:35.082+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>不喜欢 突冷突热<div><br /></div><div>不喜欢 突然的开心 然后打回原形</div><div><br /></div><div>不喜欢 看到了希望 结果得到的是失望</div><div><br /></div><div>不喜欢 你答应了 结果完全不记得</div><div><br /></div><div>不喜欢 觉得我们近了 然后又退了一大步</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>觉得自己可有可无</div><div><br /></div><div>其实自己并没有那么重要</div><div><br /></div><div>明明很痛 却告诉自己要相信</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>我希望你不会 ， 可是如果你有一天遇到了这样的情形</div><div><br /></div><div>你会知道 那种用口讲不出的痛 </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>p/s : ILY </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-4111320455260988166?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-47788337246084360052011-10-22T23:16:00.003+08:002011-10-22T23:51:56.096+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Don't really know what can describe my mood<div><br /></div><div>Sad ? no. Tired ? no. Happy ? no.</div><div><br /></div><div>Listen to my lil bro bout his problems</div><div><br /></div><div>Kind of frustrated</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't know what can I help</div><div><br /></div><div>But his problem in fact made me linked to my own problem</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sorry that I can't be carefree</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sorry that I just can't stop being care</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sorry that I just can't stop loving</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sorry that I didn't mean to put you in this situation</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Being nice and patience was to avoid making situation worse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Wasn't because I can do it</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I do care </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So what , does it mean things can change to what I want</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Seriously don't know what's going on actually</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Feels like gonna left out anytime any moment :(</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">__________________________________________</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I miss you today </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I miss you my dearest</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I miss spending 24 hours with you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I hope you are alright out there with your new friends</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You'll be in my heart always</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">__________________________________________</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >uoy evol yllaer I taht uoy llet annaw tsuj</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >ti si hcum woh wonk t'nod tsuj uoy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >neppah ot elcarim rof gnitiaw llits m'I taht wonk t'nod</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">p/s : ILY</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-4778833724608436005?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-79523135568160649672011-10-22T17:34:00.001+08:002011-10-22T17:38:00.547+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>公平 <div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>光明 正大</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>都跟我 扯不上关系 </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-7952313556816064967?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-58684594338449041402011-10-21T11:15:00.002+08:002011-10-21T11:28:39.440+08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>It's been 8 months after all<div><br /><div>Things happened without notice sometimes</div><div><br /></div><div>Been thru a lot few weeks back</div><div><br /></div><div>A lot which I wasn't even ready to deal with it</div></div><div><br /></div><div>But one thing I knew I am regret</div><div><br /></div><div>But it won't come back anymore</div><div><br /></div><div>Everyday falling deeper than yesterday</div><div><br /></div><div>Should it be that way?</div><div><br /></div><div>Still , lots of question mark</div><div><br /></div><div>No secure at all , honestly</div><div><br /></div><div>Neither I'm tolerant or generous</div><div><br /></div><div>I just don't wanna mess this thing out</div><div><br /></div><div>No girls like to be like that </div><div><br /></div><div>But ILY enough for me to put things aside and keep on in this </div><div><br /></div><div>'unclear' situation</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfair . But what ?</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know</div><div><br /></div><div>I only know what I wanted so far is just a simple thing</div><div><br /></div><div>which you couldn't do it</div><div><br /></div><div>Your promises was sweet enough though</div><div><br /></div><div>But it brings huge disappointment when you actually don't remember</div><div><br /></div><div>and I'm still believe in it </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>p/s : ILY &lt;3</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-5868459433844904140?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-77790524457037010512011-08-24T15:08:00.003+08:002011-08-24T15:12:31.990+08:00<i><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div>越 </span><span class="Apple-style-span">喜欢 </span><span class="Apple-style-span"> 想要的会更多</span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">只是</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">并没有权利 </span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">更没有立场</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">我</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"> 很不平衡</span></i></div></div></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> <br /></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-7779052445703701051?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-68292442429355280842011-06-30T17:27:00.004+08:002011-06-30T18:40:53.080+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Finally</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span">...its all over !</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">no more phase test...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">u drive me crazy phase tests !!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Hmm....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">but still i got good return :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">out of my expectation</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I can handle all these with my eyes close...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">piece of cake.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>BUT</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>when it comes to something else,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I could admit that I am the stupidest person in the whole entire world.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>yes I am.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I'm totally lost :(</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I dunno what am I doing</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I dunno what do I want</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I dunno where am I standing</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I dunno who I am</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I dunno anything !</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">to be honest, that's so unfair </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">but I have nothing to blame</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I refused other options to put myself in this situation.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">How good I am :/</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I dunno how things will turns out at the end</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I only can say this is not an easy game to play</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>lots to consider and the effect is huge</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I myself knew that it won't work out at the end </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I just dunno what am I insisting on</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I can see the day I ask for quit</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>coz that's so difficult</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>no one can stand for long in this situation when you dunno what position are you in</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>pretending , avoid from guess , acting.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>that's what we are doing </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>somehow that's not what I wanted.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I am just a normal girl who wants things girls want.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Please don't overestimate me</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Even i could confused with happiness</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Laugh = happy ?</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I hope so</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>then at least I am</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>arghhhhh.....!!!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>WHY ME?!</b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">GOD ! u gotta be kidding me !</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">that's not fun !</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">hell ya !</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">please bring me something new</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">something normal !!!</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>still i am insisting </i></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcSHUX5pmN0/TgxR--CkE7I/AAAAAAAAAME/qIWJlZt6IFo/s320/Heart_Broken_by_truth__hurts.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623960176926397362" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-6829244242935528084?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-20902354197372088482011-06-01T21:47:00.002+08:002011-06-01T21:49:47.949+08:00<i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div>Totally broke down</span></span></b></i><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Letting go or keep living in complication</span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Shittt !</span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-2090235419737208848?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-13197557902880845942011-05-19T00:05:00.003+08:002011-05-19T00:21:43.880+08:00<i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div>Its been months I didn't sign up for my blog.</span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Things changed, changed dramatically.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I am now back to single.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Honestly, I didn't expect this day to come that fast.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I was in shock with a broken heart :(</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I dunno where to begin but yes , everything has come to the end.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >A new chapter has just started.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Frankly speaking, it wouldn't be so easy without 'you'.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I dunno whether I have made a right decision to started all these but I'm kinda addicted with it.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >It wasn't easy at all for sure.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >When the time possession is taking control of me.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I never thought that I will be in this kind of situation,</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >which I will never allow myself to involved before I did.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maybe is the facts or things I've been thru.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >I really don't mind to bet on this.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Is just either win or lose.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Though 99% of it will be on lose :p</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Against 'you', I never ask for more.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cuz I know I dont have such right .</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >And I dont want to cross the line or else, I want it be totally mine.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sorry did hurt me, even worse than what I saw with my eyes.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >It doesnt mean it could heal the wound.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >In fact, I really care .</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >But still, I won't let 'you' read my mind.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cuz I dont wanna put 'you' in a difficult situation.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Anyway,thanks for everything.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-1319755790288084594?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-82319431859033818142011-02-27T22:32:00.002+08:002011-02-27T22:39:16.452+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div>Im losing it...</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>really losing it</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>why did I let it started at the beginning?!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I should have know that it will be torturing myself one day</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>But...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I only can apologize to myself coz I am hurting myself </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I really fall for it</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I wish it could be all mine but </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I realised it wont be at the beginning</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Still, I wish</i></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I wish I could force myself to quit!</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-8231943185903381814?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-13870529674448842292011-02-25T19:05:00.005+08:002011-02-25T19:19:54.581+08:00<span class="Apple-style-span"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span">5 months later finally i feel like update my blog</span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">nothing much happened</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">went to internship for 3 months in </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >The Royale Bintang Hotel</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">ishhh...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">exhausted training</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">but luckily i could get over it...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">then here come the new semester</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">4 subjects including </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >financial management 2!!!</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">dont feel like study and focus this semester</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">dunno whats wrong</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Perhaps, something made me lose my concentration.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Bunny Year...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">most boring new year ever</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">nothing can do except gambling and gambling and gambling</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Addicted to </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Purest of Pain</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> these days.....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">cant stop listen to it...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">oh God...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">please put me out of my misery</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I drive myself crazy:(</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfhh7Alit_A/TWePrxfsmRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YR83P9AHCyU/s320/choices.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577584645705079058" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-1387052967444884229?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-26912521978056489982010-08-27T22:05:00.005+08:002010-08-27T22:13:05.282+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Am i thinking too much???<br /><br />i am exhausted!!!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i dunno why u seem to be like a stranger to me sometimes</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but i just know that i cant let go</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i have no other choices </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">wish u could understand...</span><br /><br />i need <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">P<span style="color:#000000;">-</span><span style="color:#cc9933;">R</span><span style="color:#000000;">-</span><span style="color:#000099;">I</span><span style="color:#000000;">-</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">V</span><span style="color:#000000;">-</span><span style="color:#009900;">A</span><span style="color:#000000;">-</span><span style="color:#330000;">C</span><span style="color:#000000;">-</span></span><span style="color:#33ff33;">Y</span></em>!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/THfHLY2HQ2I/AAAAAAAAALg/zbWEa_07k0k/s1600/choice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510091667572999010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/THfHLY2HQ2I/AAAAAAAAALg/zbWEa_07k0k/s320/choice.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-2691252197805648998?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-38405814004355510192010-02-23T22:29:00.005+08:002010-02-23T23:04:29.182+08:00<span style="color:#333333;">finally chinese new year break past...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">nothing special for me during cny...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">but its just for me to rest...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">the day before cny,went to grandma's hse for reunion dinner...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">and of course <span style="color:#ff0000;">angpao </span>la...:D</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">in the middle of the night,prepared for prayer...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">fireworks started to play and all of us was standing in front of the house to enjoy the fireworks...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">2am we went back home and started to prepare for welcoming 'cai shen'...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">went to bed at 3.30am after finished all the works...</span><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">first day of cny=valentine's day</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">same routine like every year we did...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">same places,same activities...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">but had a very lonely valentine.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">fortunately he came online at the night to talk to me...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">we were doing the same thing til the 6th day...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">gamble,eat,drink,visiting relatives....</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">til the 7th day,went to my uncle's hse in</span> <span style="color:#cc6600;">Desapark City</span>...<br /><span style="color:#663300;">drank with my aunty sice she kept nagging that no1 accompany her to drink.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">i drank almost 3 glass of </span><span style="color:#000099;">Cordon Bleu</span>...<br /><span style="color:#663300;">its not that bad actually but i dont like to drink alcohol...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">reached home at 2am that day</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">and i am wondering why i didnt even feel dizzy after drinking the 3 glasses of alcohol...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the next day,went to my dad friend's hse...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">of course the adults were gamble over there...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and my bro was the only half adult who gamble with them...:D</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">one of the uncle is so damn funny,</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i cant stop laughing when he started to talk..</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">actually......he never stop talking for a min...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">then we went for dinner nearby ss2...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the dinner cost </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">2000++</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but nothing special,for me it doesnt worth this price...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">after dinner,went to grandma's hse again for prayer...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">which is very important prayer for Hokkien...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">the fireworks was everywhere...it was like a war...</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">but it was beautiful...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">college reopen day....</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">ponteng!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">bcoz last night went to bed very late...</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">luckily i didnt go to college bcoz i heard that the classes was cancelled...</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">aduii~</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">everytime cancel class.....</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">they cancel class more than i ponteng class....</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">haiz...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">but today everything become normal again...</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">im waiting for July......</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">cant wait for him to come back...</span></em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/S4PtROn7R_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/vqhRIM9rJqU/s1600-h/DSC03039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453655032809458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/S4PtROn7R_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/vqhRIM9rJqU/s200/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"></span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/S4PtRog8j5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/MP87FAkH6EI/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453661982855058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/S4PtRog8j5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/MP87FAkH6EI/s200/DSC03048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/S4PtSG47JwI/AAAAAAAAALA/coi1tx5c2Pg/s1600-h/DSC03009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441453670136489730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/S4PtSG47JwI/AAAAAAAAALA/coi1tx5c2Pg/s200/DSC03009.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-3840581400435551019?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-2656679894774311962010-01-09T22:33:00.003+08:002010-01-09T23:21:54.780+08:00its along time i haven update my blog...<br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">im backkkk</span>~<br />today is already the 2nd week of year 2010...<br />time goes fly...<br />hmm...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">i had a lonely Christmas and New Year actually</span>...<br />felt like im wasnt in a good mood to hang out with friends<br />just wanted to stay alone in my own world...<br />and i felt like i had wasted my holiday...<br />i should go to work and earn money but i sleep ,eat and watched TV everyday at home<br />but then i do shop a lot during holiday..<br />hoho~<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">1U ,1U, and 1U</span>...<br />i have no idea why i love 1U so much<br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#993300;">Padini</span>,<span style="color:#33cc00;">Voir</span>,<span style="color:#6633ff;">Nichii</span>,<span style="color:#ff99ff;">Kitchen</span>,<span style="color:#663333;">Vincci</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">OMG</span>...<br /><em><span style="color:#336666;">SALES</span></em>...<br /><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">70%</span></em>...<br />i bought almost 8 clothes for new year<br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;">4 pants </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;">3 pairs of shoes</span>...<br />haha...<br />happy~<br />but of course spent quite a lot of money<br />need to earn back...<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />our 3rd sem started few days ago...<br />feel happy and fresh to meet my friends again...<br />but i went for driving test on wednesday...<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">failed...!</span></strong><br />2nd day...<br />went to college early in the morning and we received a <em><strong><span style="color:#663300;">big surprise</span></strong></em>....<br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">CLASS CANCELLED</span>...<br />holly shit...<br />what for i woke up and come to college?!<br />somemore have to waste money for taxi and bus...<br />this is what our college always gives us...<br /><em>a terrible time table and a 'big' surprise</em>...<br />this sem group A had divided into 2 group...<br />im seperate with Chin and Ling..<br />my god~<br />how am i supposed to live in that group???<br />result revealed...<br /><em><span style="color:#66ff99;">1A,1C+</span></em><br />it was out of my expectation...<br />i got A for CUIT?!?!<br />our assignment was messed up.!<br />whatever...<br />but i am disappointed with my result for food studies...<br />coz i paid a lot of attention in this subject...<br />wondering whats the problem..<br />sigh...<br />feel like failure...<br />coz u always want me to get a good result...<br />and i oso promised u to get it but i didnt...<br />anyway,i'll pay more attention in this sem...<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:85%;">new year</span> </span>,<span style="color:#cc6600;"> new aim</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">new goal</span><br />i am happy bcoz we were so nice to each other these day=no argument<br />i really learned a lot from u...<br />i know how to tolerate and be understanding...<br />not acting like a child...<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">although sometimes i am still like a child</span><br />both of us know how much u did and changed for me<br />and i did as well...<br />2nd year of our relationship...<br />i really appreciate...<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;">bcoz no1 ever make me feel this way..</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;">be mine always~</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;">wish u could come back and be with me during new year...</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-265667989477431196?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-18053105445601350492009-12-15T23:24:00.005+08:002009-12-15T23:59:27.696+08:00<div>went for movie at <strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">1u</span></strong> last saturday with mummy and bro...</div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#660000;">twilight saga-new moon</span>...</span></div><div>actually wanted to go with my boy but he wasnt here...</div><div>thats why...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SyerniZTgQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-UvIiltOzxE/s1600-h/new-moon-movie-poster-s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415485772672499970" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SyerniZTgQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-UvIiltOzxE/s200/new-moon-movie-poster-s.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>but i still prefer the previous episod...</div><div>this episod is showing more on their relation.</div><div>the end of the movie reminded me a lot of things..</div><div>especially when<span style="color:#cc6600;"> Edward asked Bella to wait for him for 5 years</span>...</div><div>actually this movie is more suitable for couples...</div><div>but i dont have anyone to accompany me,so i asked mummy to go with me...</div><div>she kept complained that the story was too slow motion...</div><div>kept telling that boring...</div><div>haha~</div><div>after movie,went for lunch-<span style="color:#33cc00;">Pizza hut</span>...</div><div>then shopping hour!!!</div><div>i bought a shirt for myself...</div><div>i wanted to buy a pair of shoes but we need to get back home at 4...</div><div>mummy bought 2<span style="color:#663333;"> FILA</span> shirts...70% discount...quite worth...</div><div>i still remembered the 1st time she went to the same shop...</div><div>it was so crowded...</div><div>and she disappeared in front of us in 3 seconds...</div><div>when i found her,she was searching her shirts in auntie gang...</div><div>so horrible...!</div><div>before we went home,i went to jusco to look for a bag...</div><div>mummy promised me to buy it for me as my birthday gift...</div><div>but i counldnt find it...</div><div>fine...</div><div>went to Kepong Jusco at night...</div><div>had dinner at there...</div><div>then try to look for the bag...</div><div>finally,i found 'u'...</div><div>and i bought it...</div><div>happy~<br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SyewsZMzmPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GklYTo1cnUo/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415491353661642994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SyewsZMzmPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GklYTo1cnUo/s200/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Carlo Rino</span> bag...</div><div>i love <span style="color:#33ccff;">Carlo Rino</span> products lately... </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SyewssTnOoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UPqzjT66YBg/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415491358790466178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SyewssTnOoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UPqzjT66YBg/s200/DSC02870.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>latest me~</div><div> </div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;">looking forward for the day u watch the movie with me...</span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SyewssTnOoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UPqzjT66YBg/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-1805310544560135049?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-64308647140474910052009-12-13T00:12:00.002+08:002009-12-13T00:29:40.450+08:00i feel u walk beside me ,i know i'll see u again<br />tonight,i becomes a silly girl again<br />my tears drop for another time...<br />i dunno why i am so confused at this moment<br />i know i think too much which will make us become worse...<br />but when the time passed day by day,i only feel that u are one step futher from me again<br />wondering whether anyone of us changed?<br />u or me?<br />i felt that i am no longer important for u...<br />there are many things that u never pay attention on...<br />those are the things that make us feel strange...<br />i dunno how can i explain to u eventhough u ask me<br />feel it urself...sincerely...<br />u changed me and when i already get used to it,something changed and i forced to change<br />my god...!<br />wish everything will goes fine like b4...<br />i dun mind to give up everything...<br />just wish to have life like b4...<br />happy us...always together<br />when i was sad...cried in ur ams<br />naughty us...always do something funny<br />lovely u...always protect me from hurt<br />pity me...always bullied by u...<br />ii only wish to have whatt i used to have b4...<br />thats all...:(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-6430864714047491005?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-67195600410688059802009-12-06T22:53:00.010+08:002009-12-07T00:35:51.508+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">finally,i am 18 ...!!!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span><div><div>yuhooo~</div><div>yesterday was my birthday...</div><div>at first,dad decided to buy KFC and have a simple celebration at my grandma's house...</div><div>but received aunt's call at last minute said that she wont able to come bcoz she has dinner...</div><div>so,postpone to Sunday=today afternoon.</div><div>yesterday,i went for second driving lesson...</div><div>damn tired although i've learned it b4...</div><div>after that went back home and slept for 2 hours...</div><div>at night,went for dinner with my family...</div><div>daddy brought us to <span style="color:#009900;">Desapark city</span> to have our dinner...</div><div>its a <span style="color:#ff6600;">French restaurant</span>...</div><div>it was a nice place...</div><div>it is facing to the lake and the night view was so nice.</div><div>the food was nice too...</div><div>i found the benefit of learning cooking class...</div><div>haha...</div><div>coz i could understand the ingredient stated in the menu...</div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvVG_wFm3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ab-ys6KQ5eg/s1600-h/DSC02824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412153693384842098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvVG_wFm3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/ab-ys6KQ5eg/s200/DSC02824.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#339999;">my dishes:Carbonara<br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvVHeiDtiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3-0Q41Bl5yg/s1600-h/DSC02822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412153701647496738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvVHeiDtiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3-0Q41Bl5yg/s200/DSC02822.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#ff9900;">mummy's </span><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvVHm9i33I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8xX9nB3svb4/s1600-h/DSC02823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412153703910268786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvVHm9i33I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8xX9nB3svb4/s200/DSC02823.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#000066;">my bro</span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div></div><div>after dinner went to selayang mall to buy mouse and earphone...</div><div>coz daddy bought a wireless modem...</div><div>so i can use my laptop already...at anytime i want...</div><div>reached home at 10 something and get ready to chat with dear...</div><div>but i told him that i wont be able to online for 1 week bcoz need to install the modem...</div><div>at last only i realized that i was cheated by my bro...</div><div>it only takes few minute to finish...</div><div>stupid~</div><div>played fb until 12am...</div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">i sent him some msg on msn...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">he reply me right after i sent the msg...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">i was so happy coz i thought he wont be online...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">we chat or a while </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">he sent me a photo and told me something which really surprise me...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">he said he made a party for me over there...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">although i wasnt there,but i can feel the happiness and the situation of the party..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">i was soooooooo surprise...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">i couldnt believe that he did that for me...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">how good if u were here with me....?!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">thank u so much my dear...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">what u have done for me is the best memory for my birthday...<br />and u also gave me the best gift...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">thats all i wanted the most...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">thank u...:-*</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#999999;">Asheghetam...<br /></span></em></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvY9tblFKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N-qJf4rftc0/s1600-h/DSC00051+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412157931894674594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvY9tblFKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N-qJf4rftc0/s200/DSC00051+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>this was the cake from dear...</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>i use it as my wallpaper</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>love it so much<br /></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;">***by the way,thanks for my friends and those who </span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;">sent me the wishes on fb and sms...</span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;">thank guys... </span></div><br /><div>----------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br /><div>and today...</div><div>had a very simple celebration at grandma's house...</div><div>received many <span style="color:#ff0000;">'ang pao'</span> ...</div><div>haha....</div><div>got money to shopping ady...</div><div>haha...</div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvaF3gnoGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RuDjc-r0a0c/s1600-h/DSC02840.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412159171550748770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SxvaF3gnoGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RuDjc-r0a0c/s200/DSC02840.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999999;">my birthday cake from family...</span></div><div></div><div>just now went for dinner with my uncles and aunts...</div><div>they treat me as my birthday present...</div><div>thank them so much...coz it wasnt cheap...</div><div>quite expensive...</div><div>paiseh...</div><div>thats all for my birthday celebrations...</div><div><em><span style="color:#663366;">hope my wishes will come true and have a happy birthday...</span></em></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">thanks again guys...</span></div><div><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">and of course my boy for giving me an unforgettable memory...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">good night...sweet dream...</span></em></div><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-6719560041068805980?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-11660424251865250442009-11-26T23:21:00.002+08:002009-11-26T23:52:27.310+08:00hey...<br />its a long time that i haven update my blog due to assignment and exams...<br />becoz this sem is a short sem and its only 2 months...<br />so,everything have to rush...<br />finally having holiday now...<br />thank God..<br />i really need rest...<br />this sem...for me i dont really like it...<br />although food studies practical class is quite fun but another subject made me lose my temper.<br />assignment...like rubbish + group member problem...<br />thats enough to make me crazy...<br />somemore the lecturer kept asked us to see her and talk about the problem<br />hell! i dont think there is anything to explain anymore...<br />my mood spoiled becoz of this matter.<br />nonsense...<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />today is my last day for this sem = last exam day = food studies practical exam<br />it was full of fun..<br />i was too excited b4 the exam...<br />my station was in the cold kitchen and only me and Yuki are there<br />so it was quite peace and i could concentrate on my works..<br />my dessert >>> chocolate mousse...<br />very successful coz it wasnt too thick...:D<br />chickpeas salad and fillet as main course.<br />luckily i could finish b4 1.30pm...<br />i dont know why i put my dishes at the 1st table..<br />and an indian lecturer came and sit at my place<br />then only i know he is the judge for my dishes.<br />my god...<br />he asked me so many question that i dunno how to answer...<br />he was so strict...<br />i lose most of my marks becoz of him...<br />or maybe my dishes wasnt delicious at all...:(<br />whatever...<br />i aim A for this subject,i hope i can get it.<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />last week,went to my cousin sis's college.<br />she is going to graduate on this coming January<br />she is taking fashion design course.<br />so i went to be her model...:D<br />i met her friends from high sku...<br />they are so nice and of course leng lui...<br />its actually a good experience for me:)<br />i loves to stay infront of camera.<br />i wish i could do something to make my life become busy<br />then i wont always think about the thing which will make me sad<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />i am out of my mood right now...<br />i feel the only thing that i want being far and far away from me<br />in a short time...<br />why its like u always forget what did u told me?<br />and i should accept the decision u made????<br />i am selfish but i really dont want to be in this situation anymore...!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-1166042425186525044?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-52264810176012917522009-10-23T22:59:00.008+08:002009-10-23T23:52:23.588+08:00recently,i am busy with my study...<br />this semester is a short semester...<br />only 2 months...<br />and 3 weeks were gone...<br />gosh...<br />i feel stressful...<br />and few days ago we started to cook something in food studies practical class...<br />we cooked <span style="color:#cc0000;">stock</span>...<br />its a base for food...<br />this was the 1st time for me to cut the chicken ...<br />yiak~<br />it was so geli.....<br />after that,put all the ingredients and boil it...<br />thats nothing special bcoz the procedure was almost same for both of the stock...<br />and yesterday we learned about sauce...<br />we cooked 3 sauces...<br />1st sauce is '<span style="color:#006600;">Bechamel</span>' sauce which is normally use for pasta...<br />and the 2nd sauce is <span style="color:#339999;">supreme</span> sauce...<br />after we made both of the sauces,we started to try the taste of our sauces...<br />and our chef cooked some fish and fillet for us...<br /><div align="left">haha</div>so good....<br />while waiting for chef to prepare his sauce<br />we juz fool around...<br />the sauce needs some wine to improve its flavor...<br />1 of our classmate has a bottle of wine in his car and he donates his wine ...<br />haha...<br />u guess what we do after he opened the bottle???<br />7 of us finished a bottle of wine during class...<br />my face was red like an apple...:D<br />after the class we ate the chicken cooked by chef ...<br />with the sauce....<br />it was so perfect...<br />we sat with few of our lecturers and chat for awhile...<br /><br /><div align="left">--------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div><div align="left">and today,</div>we learned about soup...<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">vegetable soup</span> with pasta inside there...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHKagJqYII/AAAAAAAAAIY/qsou97siugo/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395816385222434946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHKagJqYII/AAAAAAAAAIY/qsou97siugo/s200/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and the soup we wanted to learn the most......<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHK5AJq3YI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6t_1sDzBqdk/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395816909208477058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHK5AJq3YI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6t_1sDzBqdk/s200/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">mushroom soup</span><br /><br />and the last one<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHKagJqYII/AAAAAAAAAIY/qsou97siugo/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHLQK26soI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nqcRGSj9Lg4/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395817307219604098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHLQK26soI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nqcRGSj9Lg4/s200/DSC02749.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">leek and potato soup</span><br /><br />i am killing myself to remember all the steps<br />i am going to cook for someone :-*<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><em>obviously,</em><br /><em>im not in a good mood these day.<br />my study,the distance,the feeling of missing u...</em><br /><em>i feel so stress bcoz of these things...</em><br /><em>and yesterday...</em><br /><em>my mum told me something and made me really lose my temper...</em><br /><em>who u all think u are???</em><br /><em>I am killing myself to tolerate the distance and study hard...</em><br /><em>I dont even dare to cry in front of u all when i am sad...</em><br /><em>I am just waiting for what I want...</em><br /><em>I dont need comments from u all...</em><br /><em>I know what am I doing!!!!</em><br /><em>no matter what will happen in the future,it's my problem...</em><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">keep ur mouth shut</span>...</em><br /><em>bcoz u all are elder than me and I respect u all ,thats y i keep quiet...</em><br /><em>dont force me to be cruel...</em><br /><em>last 2 week,i got my result for last semester...</em><br /><em>i got <span style="color:#cc66cc;">3A,1B</span>...</em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">its all bcoz of 1 of ur sentence...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">i did my revision everyday </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">and i did it,i did what I've promised u and u are the only one who will appreciate what I've done..</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">I am happy bcoz u are happy bcoz of me,and i really made u proud of me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">I will keep it up til I get the best result...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">thank you dear...</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SuHKagJqYII/AAAAAAAAAIY/qsou97siugo/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-5226481017601291752?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-42404961031471810412009-10-16T23:28:00.002+08:002009-10-16T23:34:57.053+08:00He called her on the road <br />From a lonely cold hotel room <br />Just to hear her sayI love you one more time <br />But when he heard the sound of the kids laughing in the background <br />He had to wipe away a tear from his eye <br />A little voice came on the phone <br />Said "Daddy when you coming home" <br />He said the first thing that came to his mind <br /> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">I'm already there</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Take a look around</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">I'm the sunshine in your hair</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">I'm the shadow on the ground</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">I'm the whisper in the wind</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">I'm your imaginary friend</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">And I knowI'm in your prayers</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">Oh I'm already there</span> <br /><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span> <br />She got back on the phone <br />Said I really miss you darling <br />Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright <br />Wish I was in your arms <br />Lying right there beside you <br />But I know that I'll bein your dreams tonight <br />And I'll gently kiss your lips <br />Touch you with my fingertips <br />So turn out the lightand close your eyes <br /> <br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Oh I’m already there <br />Don’t make a sound <br />I’m the beat in your heart <br />I’m the moonlight shining down <br />I’m the whisper in the wind <br />And I’ll be there until the end <br />Can you feel the love that we share <br />Oh I’m already there <br /></span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">We may be a thousand miles apart <br />But I’ll be with you wherever you are</span> <br /><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </p> <br /> </span> <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-4240496103147181041?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-58929203725485430842009-10-05T23:20:00.003+08:002009-10-05T23:41:56.795+08:002day i started my 2nd semester ...<br />damn boring coz our classs has divided into 2 groups...<br />that means 1 group only has <span style="color:#cc6600;">8 person</span>...<br />how are we going to concentrate in class???<br />im sure it will be too too too boring and sleepy...<br />food studies theory class only 5 students attended the class...<br />i wanted to sleep but the lecturer was looking at me...<br />and the morning class has cancelled....<br />so we have to stay in the college until 2pm for the last class...<br />holy shit..<br /><em><span style="color:#339999;">3 hours</span></em>....<br />then me,Chin and Yen Pin went to centerpoint ...<br />bought waffer as my breakfast..<br />went to Twins Baby for awhile...<br />met Jimmy...<br />he kept asking me to go Iran and calling me Iran...<br />haha....<br />he is damn funny...<br />i dont feel like working anymore...<br />lazy + <em>dear and mummy</em> asked me to concentrate on my study ...<br />i think i'll listen to them...<br />i always listen to them...:D<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />today i saw someone when i had my lunch at <span style="color:#000099;">MCD</span>...<br />i dunno how to describe my feeling...<br />i can say that is hate...<br />i dun even want to look at him...<br />as my boy ordered me not to talk to him...<br />i was thinking why he can stay here and do whatever he likes...<br />and i should being apart with my boy...<br />it shouldnt be like this...<br />the world is upside down...<br /><span style="color:#663366;">wrong can be right and right can be wrong</span>...<br />the world is gonna end...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-5892920372548543084?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-89442347377757409772009-09-25T23:24:00.003+08:002009-09-25T23:56:50.459+08:00last week,i had 2 days holiday during Raya...<br />as u know i dun have any entertainment...<br />so i went for movie with my family at 1u >>>"<span style="color:#990000;">Final Destination</span>"...<br />the movie wasnt as nice as what i expected...<br />the story was short and the story was juz similar with the previous episods..<br />nothing special...<br />we reached there at about 4pm<br />walked around the mall...<br />i saw something which really attract my attention...<br />i saw <span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">DKNY</span> perfume...<br />which are 4 small bottles in a package with different smell<br /><span style="color:#cc9933;">i love</span> things which is small and cute...<br />but after i tried all of them,only the 1st bottle suits me...<br />so i didnt buy...<br />then went to <span style="color:#336666;">Padini</span> (<em>my favourite shop</em>) ...<br />bought a jacket...<br />when i was searching for my size ,a guy was looking at me in a strange way...<br />at last i realized he is the staff in that shop...<br />he wanted to help me ...haha<br />after the movie we straight away went home...<br />the next day...<br />guess where did i went...<br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">1u again</span></em>...<br />hahahaha...<br />i loves 1u so much...<br />the next day i went with mummy...<br />i was too enjoyed at the moment<br />i bought 2 clothes,1 jeans,1 pair of shoes.....<br />and..............................<br />the item i wanted the most.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SrzlkkO66bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/689Qjl6xG90/s1600-h/DSC02717.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431670792579506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SrzlkkO66bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/689Qjl6xG90/s320/DSC02717.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SrzlkJ3ey4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/79wvxhErcsI/s1600-h/DSC02718.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431663714945922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SrzlkJ3ey4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/79wvxhErcsI/s320/DSC02718.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">DKNY fresh blossom</span><br /><br />i love it so much...<br />at last i bought it...<br />happy......:D<br /><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />8 months...<br />the journey <em><span style="color:#00cccc;">full of tears,happiness and the sweetest memories which i have ever had</span></em>...<br />i dunno whether am i the right person for u...<br />and i dunno what can i do with the present situation...<br />the only thing i can say is <span style="color:#33cc00;">thank u for eveything</span>...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"><em>i am still waiting...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-8944234737775740977?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-91973328034160885192009-09-19T23:32:00.007+08:002009-09-20T00:24:52.141+08:00my holiday is going to end in 2 weeks time<br /><div>actually is......im goin to finish my work in 2 weeks</div><div>yuhoooo....</div><div>can take my salary and go for shopping...</div><div>talk a little bit about my working life...</div><div>the 1st day i went there,nothing much to do...</div><div>only clear Avent stock bcoz we need to return to the supplier...</div><div>damn tired to moved the big boxes...</div><div>the staffs over there are quite nice...</div><div>but some of them aren't that nice.....</div><div>they will ask u to do something which they can do it easily...</div><div>but they are lazy to do it themselve...</div><div>stupid...</div><div>this job actually required a lot of energy </div><div>especially when we need to moved the baby cot...</div><div>oh my god...</div><div>my hands can brake into 2...</div><div>but overall,it was good to work at there...</div><div>can see many cute babies...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SrUBlN6BVGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QTvvNtNBmNQ/s1600-h/DSC01901.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383210668491101282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SrUBlN6BVGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QTvvNtNBmNQ/s320/DSC01901.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>she was my dear's classmate in english course</div><div>and she was sitting infront of me when we had combined class...</div><div>but i didnt know that she was pregnant...:D</div><div>her son damn cute....!!!</div><div>how good to have a kid like hers...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>-----------------------------------------------------------</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>by the way,im going for movie 2mrw...</div><div>finally can take a rest...</div><div>have to appreciate my holiday...</div><div>only 2 days...:(</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>-----------------------------------------------------------</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">H<span style="color:#996633;">A</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">P</span><span style="color:#660000;">P</span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Y</span> <span style="color:#663366;">B</span>I<span style="color:#66ffff;">R</span><span style="color:#999900;">T</span><span style="color:#999999;">H</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">D</span>A<span style="color:#330099;">Y</span></span> dear...</div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">i miss u...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span></em></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-9197332803416088519?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-46366123403434743542009-09-10T23:07:00.004+08:002009-09-10T23:12:09.105+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>i am freaking disappointed now!!!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>i hate those things...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em>i am extremely down...</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SqkXFf582RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xDo62-zzyTY/s1600-h/180901tears%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379856613102115090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SqkXFf582RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xDo62-zzyTY/s200/180901tears%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SqkXFf582RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xDo62-zzyTY/s1600-h/180901tears%5B1%5D.jpg"></a></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-4636612340343474354?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-24942356280475730692009-08-28T23:18:00.006+08:002009-08-30T00:57:52.562+08:00its party time... <div><div><div><div>my <span style="color:#cc0000;">final exam</span> for 1st sem is over...is over...</div><div>finally...</div><div>but the last paper was juz like shit...</div><div>everyone dont understand what the question about</div><div>and we were freaking cold in the hall bcoz it was raining..</div><div>i walked out of the hall in almost 1 hour++ bcoz it was cold and i dunno how to answer...</div><div>forget about it...</div><div>thats nonsense...</div><div>after the exam...</div><div>we decided to have our lunch at 1u...<br />we walked around for almost 1 hour and half...</div><div>i saw many clothes and shoes....</div><div>oh my oh my...</div><div>i cant tolerate...</div><div>i tried on one of the clothes..its<span style="color:#666666;"> 60% discount</span>...</div><div>but they told me need member card or i have to buy a normal price item...</div><div>shit...</div><div>i wan that cloth...!!</div><div>arghhh...</div><div>then we went to <span style="color:#009900;">Bar-B-Q Plaza</span> for our lunch since everyone is hungry...</div><div>yuhoo...</div><div>we ordered 1 set of pork and 1 set of seafood...</div><div>after that,we started to enjoy our lunch...</div><div>it was delicious but the vegetable was too much...</div><div>almost like a small hill...:D</div><div>after lunch...</div><div>we took some photos in toilet...</div><div>we spent almost 20 mins in the toilet...</div><div>then we walked around again coz my friend ,Chin was searching for a shop...</div><div>about 3pm...</div><div>i left after i bought something...</div><div>today i am happy bcoz i could hang out with them...</div><div>i had a great time...</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6PPlwGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kxMRhIjSPHI/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039820079831506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6PPlwGdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kxMRhIjSPHI/s320/DSC01799.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />may &amp; san are busy with their food<br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6P-oqehI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3rDKS4eWdaQ/s1600-h/DSC01800.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039832708512274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6P-oqehI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3rDKS4eWdaQ/s320/DSC01800.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>me &amp; jia as well<br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6QREiRyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-KIZ-v-QKWU/s1600-h/DSC01817+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039837657253666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6QREiRyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-KIZ-v-QKWU/s320/DSC01817+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>chin,san &amp; may</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf68MECrsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Kh6ylJq8Pb4/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375040592227249858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf68MECrsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Kh6ylJq8Pb4/s320/DSC01822.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6Q65PqSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Td6PAtkhPHs/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039848884185378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6Q65PqSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Td6PAtkhPHs/s320/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Spf6Q65PqSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Td6PAtkhPHs/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>by the way,im going to have 1 month holiday...</div><div>and i went for interview yesterday...</div><div>i found a job nearby my college...</div><div>im goin to work with Chin...</div><div>1st job for me...</div><div>i made the decision is bcoz of i have nothing to do during holiday + i am alone...</div><div>its better to work and earn some money...</div><div>actually i afraid i cant afford it...</div><div>coz the working hour is quite long...</div><div>whatever,i will do it...</div><div>its only 1 month...</div><div>and <em><span style="color:#663333;">i am disappointed</span></em> bcoz of something........:(</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-2494235628047573069?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-33953265786996168282009-08-20T16:32:00.002+08:002009-08-20T16:50:00.183+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">again...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i woke up in a shock condition...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">this is the 2nd time in this week...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">it was more scary than nightmare...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">can u understand the feeling?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">can u imagine?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">when u got whatever u want in the dream and u lose all of them when u woke up...?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i wanna cry...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i was searching for someone who can make me calm when i woke up,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but the house was empty...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">only me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i'm the only person at home...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and i should get up and make myself calm...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">independent huh???</span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">hell...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i need someone to sympathy me !!!</span><br />i'm not a strong person as u thought...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">a little thing which is related to u could made me stay awake for the whole night to think about it...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">honestly...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">the distance and time made me lost my way</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i dunno what to do...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;">except wait,asking u to come back...</span><br />i am tired....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-3395326578699616828?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-11946488767170231612009-08-19T23:48:00.003+08:002009-08-19T23:57:30.729+08:00never knew how much <span style="color:#ff9966;">i loved you</span><br />never knew how much <span style="color:#ffcc00;">i need you</span><br />now you're gone <span style="color:#3333ff;">i know how much i care</span><br />deep inside<br />you're all i wanted<br />all my nights <span style="color:#006600;">i dream about you</span><br />tell me why<br />why did you leave me now<br />whenever <span style="color:#33ffff;">you are near</span><br />my eyes will be in <span style="color:#33cc00;">tears</span><br />i just can't hide the pain i've got in me<br />you and me used to be<br />all the things i've never wished<br />now you're gone part of me<br /><span style="color:#999999;">goes with you</span> eternally<br />can't you see<span style="color:#6600cc;"> i'm in love</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">i just wanna be with you</span><br />now you're gone<br />i'm all alone<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">u left me with a broken heart</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;">I've finally found a lyric which could express my feeling</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-1194648876717023161?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-54189802898150961332009-08-15T22:52:00.003+08:002009-08-19T23:59:14.165+08:00finally,<span style="color:#cccccc;">im free from assignments and presentations</span>...<br />hurray....<br />my gosh...<br />my <span style="color:#ff6666;">ITH presentation</span>...<br />damn nervous...<br />my leg was shivering when i was doing my presentation...<br />its pretty obvious coz i was wearing high heels...<br />the formal clothes made me felt uncomfortable...<br />i prefer casual wear..:D<br />b4 my turn to present,my hand kept shivering and i kept drinking water...<br />nervous...<br />i was holding my necklace for a long time which i think it could make me calm...<br />i didnt know what i've done infront of the class...<br />i juz tried to finish it soon...<br />haha...<br />whatever...<br />its over...!!!<br />final exam is coming soon...<br /><span style="color:#999900;">trying hard</span> to reach my target...<br />what i've promised U...<br />after the exam...<br />what to do???<br />im gonna be idle for whole month...<br /><span style="color:#990000;">i dont want......~~~</span><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />finally<br />i could talk to u...<br />u will never know how do i feel when i cant talk to u...<br />in fact,time is passing too fast...<br />but i feel it is <span style="color:#006600;">slow</span> like snail...<br />haiz....<br />no comment...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">i can do nothing except keep waiting...</span><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />and <span style="color:#000099;">rapid KL</span> sucks...<br />schedule bus???<br /><span style="color:#333399;">shit.....</span><br />i wasted almost 2 hours to wait for the bus...<br />damn it...<br />it never come...<br />til i went to the staff room and ask...<br />the staff told me they went for prayer...the bus will come at 3.30...<br /><span style="color:#330000;">WTF</span>...<br />i was waiting since 12.30pm and now only u tell me it will come at 3.30?<br /><span style="color:#663300;">hell!!!</span><br />somemore i spent RM18 for taxi...<br />holy shit...<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"><em>missin u like crazy...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-5418980289815096133?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-73191327405390939412009-08-12T17:23:00.006+08:002009-08-12T17:30:18.625+08:00i feel u these days...<br />my hope is coming back...<br />i can feel the hope...<br />tell me <span style="color:#cc6600;">my dream will comes true</span>...<br />tell me everything will be fine...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;">i miss u more than word can say</span>....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SoKK9gzc61I/AAAAAAAAAGw/eN5VDNuvXqc/s1600-h/dreams_come_true_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369006495161445202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SoKK9gzc61I/AAAAAAAAAGw/eN5VDNuvXqc/s200/dreams_come_true_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#336666;">when will it comes true</span>???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-7319132740539093941?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-86317487480751451552009-08-06T23:26:00.003+08:002009-08-06T23:32:41.992+08:00<span style="color:#999999;">i try to read</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">i go to work</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">im laughing with my friends</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">but i cant stop to keep myself from thinking</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">i wonder how</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">i wonder why</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">i wonder where they are</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">the days we had ,the songs we sang together....</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Snr3S269ZzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/32V5U6wOk0o/s1600-h/rowanbday1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366873809317881650" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Snr3S269ZzI/AAAAAAAAAGo/32V5U6wOk0o/s200/rowanbday1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-8631748748075145155?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-69503992537829695372009-08-04T15:21:00.004+08:002009-08-04T15:34:05.651+08:00we are in <span style="color:#009900;">August</span> now...<br />i dunno whether the time goes fast or slow..<br />for me,it was too slow...<br />argh...<br />only 2 weeks past...<br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">6 weeks more</span>....:((<br />i am busying for my assignments and presentations recently...<br />damn tired...<br />chien,i think u r right...<br />its better that u do everything rather than let ur partners do it...<br />i dun wanna take the risk...<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">i only trust myself</span>...<br />im goin to be free after this week...<br />but final exam is coming...<br />i have no feeling about that...<br />i juz hope the time goes faster when i am alone here...<br />bcoz i hate this feeling...:(<br /><br /><br /><br />sem break is coming.....hohoho...<br />my sis and me will be free at the same time...<br />hoho...<span style="color:#cc9933;">ktv and shopping hour</span>....<br />waiting for u sis...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">i miss u</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">waiting for u</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-6950399253782969537?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-77120153252924418912009-07-30T23:24:00.004+08:002009-07-30T23:46:39.798+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">today is exactly 2 weeks...</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i dunno why i couldnt breath properly during <span style="color:#336666;">thursday</span>...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i think is bcoz of the only reason which made me so down recently..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">honestly,i miss u...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i told u not to tell me coz i can do nothing...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but i cant wait anymore...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;">i miss u,i miss u,i miss u</span>...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">my mind stopped working these days...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i cant think about other things when it was full of our memories...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i couldnt make it stop...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it comes up to my mind every moment without stopping...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">im still waiting</span>...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">still wondering...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">still praying...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#33ff33;">still loving u</span>...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SnG-hvIIBQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/P2WWQZf5kXs/s1600-h/45ece411%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278117970478338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SnG-hvIIBQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/P2WWQZf5kXs/s320/45ece411%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;">waiting,and waiting...how long should i wait???<br /></span><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SnG-h46ZKTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NBdm-wZ1Q1U/s1600-h/hands%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364278120597236018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SnG-h46ZKTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NBdm-wZ1Q1U/s320/hands%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#999999;">i always remember our promises,no matter when,where or what will happen next...</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;">i hope u remember what u've promised me too...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-7712015325292441891?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-8028657290667046792009-07-27T17:53:00.007+08:002009-07-27T22:06:47.759+08:00sigh... <br /><div>almost 2 weeks i am alone here..</div><div>i still cant get used to the days without u..</div><div>the time goes too slow these day...</div><div>1 hour juz like a day...</div><div>i did everything to make myself not to think about it,</div><div>but <span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">i cant</span>!!!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>the image when u left was in my mind all the time..</div><div>i cant control myself..</div><div>i only have 1 question which i always wanted to ask u..</div><div>when will u come back?</div><div>i afraid i annoy u with this question</div><div>thats why i dont ask u everytime when we talked.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">honestly,i already lose my confident.</span>.</div><div>u told me u will come back soon..</div><div>u gave me hope..</div><div>but i dont dare to believe it...</div><div>what if it takes 3 months,6 months or more?</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>i felt <span style="color:#3333ff;">silly</span> for myself when i cried after u left...</div><div>u used to wipe my tears whenever i cried..</div><div>but now...</div><div>i should do it myself...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i hate it</span> too much...</div><div><span style="color:#993300;">i hate being alone and without u</span>...</div><div>i dont want to be alone anymore...</div><div>what can i do????</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">i can do nothing...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">when will be the end of this suffering days???? </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;">i wanna cry out loud but im out of energy!!!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></div></span> <br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <br /></span> <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Sm17gSQVV6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dwZmZSwjzxk/s1600-h/ALONE%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363078525854504866" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Sm17gSQVV6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dwZmZSwjzxk/s320/ALONE%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /></span> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Sm17gSQVV6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dwZmZSwjzxk/s1600-h/ALONE%5B1%5D.jpg"></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-802865729066704679?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-52130714047474162002009-07-24T21:24:00.006+08:002009-07-24T22:50:42.612+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">i miss u more than word can say...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2mrw will be exactly 6 months for our relation...</span><br />we went thru many problems...<br />many sweet days..<br /><br />the only thing i can say is,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;">i am blessed bcoz i loved by you...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">and i am proud bcoz i have u...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Smm3cZCIu6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rA0juXipYSQ/s1600-h/Miss-1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362018529745353634" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Smm3cZCIu6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rA0juXipYSQ/s320/Miss-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Smm3cZCIu6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rA0juXipYSQ/s1600-h/Miss-1%5B1%5D.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-5213071404747416200?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-1159692119344453012009-07-20T09:10:00.005+08:002009-07-20T09:29:37.044+08:00<span style="color:#663333;">Another Day has Gone.... I'm still All Alone ... </span><div><span style="color:#663333;">How Could tis Be.... You're Not Here With Me....</span></div><div>today is the fourth day which u are not here..</div><div>how slow the time goes when u are not with me...</div><div>but i am satisfied bcoz i could talk to u finally...</div><div>i really dont want anything else...</div><div>i juz want u to come back..</div><div>i could sacrifies everything to make u come back to me...</div><div>i'm still wondering why it happened to us...</div><div>dear,</div><div>i know u have no choice too...</div><div>u forced to leave...</div><div>but please remember what u've promised me b4 u left...</div><div>i always told myself about ur promise when i was sad..</div><div>i dont forget my promise too...</div><div>i promised u to get the 1st place in class...</div><div>i will try my best...</div><div>i will do anything u asked me to do...</div><div>honestly,</div><div>i cant get used to the days without u...</div><div>it is too difficult...</div><div>i am waiting...</div><div>i am tolerating...</div><div>waiting for u to come back...</div><div>take care and be safe...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SmPGzNmNv4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BjuULqNnPLk/s1600-h/DSC02655.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360346564626595714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SmPGzNmNv4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BjuULqNnPLk/s200/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#cc6600;">the teddy bears u gave me b4 u left...</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc6600;">they are waiting for their daddy to come back..</span></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SmPHTFkYVsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XCAza20VDDg/s1600-h/28031%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360347112227231426" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SmPHTFkYVsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XCAza20VDDg/s200/28031%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">i am still counting...</span> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SmPGzNmNv4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BjuULqNnPLk/s1600-h/DSC02655.JPG"></a></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">p/s:my dear frens...thx for ur concern...</span></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">i am fine now...juz pray for me everything will be fine.</span></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">and again,sorry for made u being worried...</span></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Gillian waiting for u....<br /></span><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SmPGzNmNv4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BjuULqNnPLk/s1600-h/DSC02655.JPG"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-115969211934445301?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-2030574459907198372009-07-17T22:50:00.002+08:002009-07-17T23:02:24.187+08:0016.7...<br />i will never forget this day...<br />it was the day which u left...<br />dear,<br />y didnt u tell me u r goin to leave on that day???<br />y u lied to me and said i will see u on today???<br />do u know i was too worried yesterday and i was awake for the whole night to calling u???<br />i really have a lot of question that i wanna ask u...<br />i have alot of word that i wanna tell u...<br />i felt regret why i didnt talk to u b4 u left...<br />i felt regret why i dont tell u that i love you when u asked me to say...<br />u r juz like missing from my world...<br />i dont see u on messenger...<br />i dont have ur number which i can call u...<br />dear...<br />my mind is too sick now...<br />i didnt eat my dinner...<br />i didnt sleep...<br />but i stopped crying...<br />i juz wanna talk to u...<br />im waiting for u to on9...<br />im waiting for u to come back to me...<br />pls come back soon...<br />i'll be fine here...<br />u pls take care and make me sure that u will be back in 2 months...<br />pls....<br />i beg u....<br />i dont ask for anything else....<br />i juz want u to come back to me...<br />God Bless both of us...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-203057445990719837?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-19324694277408053062009-07-11T23:25:00.003+08:002009-07-11T23:52:30.871+08:00<div>my dear frens...</div><div>dont worry about me ok?</div><div>im fine...</div><div>i juz cant tolerate with the assignments...</div><div>thanks ya...</div><div>and sorry for made u all being worried...</div><div>especially <span style="color:#ff6600;">H<span style="color:#000099;">O</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">P</span></span><span style="color:#33ff33;">E</span>...</div><div>muackzzz...</div><br /><div>===================================<br /></div><div></div><div>i was too busy with the assignments..</div><div>i haven take my nap for 3 days..</div><div>which is nescessary for me..:D</div><div>i used to drink a lot of coffee to make myself stay awake at night..</div><div>my god....</div><div>i dont like...</div><div>its too tiring...</div><div>i dont even eat properly these day..</div><div>i lose my appetite..</div><div>haizzz....</div><div>but i have no choice...</div><div>my only advice is:<em><span style="color:#66cccc;">be smart in choosing your group member</span></em>...</div><div>it may help u a lot...</div><div>but i am happy bcoz 1 of my group member,<span style="color:#ff99ff;">Ling</span>...</div><div>she is so cute..haha..</div><div>we are in the same group for all of the assignments...</div><div>we have a lot of idea in common..</div><div>thats why we could finish everything in a short time...</div><div>she is a caring person too...</div><div>she share my work bcoz she feels like its unfair bcoz i should do most of the work..</div><div>thank you...</div><div>and my other classmates too...<br />we had a lot of fun in class these days...</div><div>muackzz...</div><br /><div>====================================</div><div> </div><div>by the way,im not going to work on any assignment in the coming week...</div><div>i wanna rest and enjoy for a whole week to refresh my brain..</div><div>finally i can take my rest today...</div><div>i slept for almost 9 hours in the afternoon...</div><div><span style="color:#cc9933;">1pm-5pm</span> and <span style="color:#990000;">7pm-10pm</span>...</div><div>the most enjoyable thing>>>>sleep</div><div>and i should learn cooking...<br />everything that a girl should do...</div><div>but i believe that i can do it easily bcoz i have a large motivator...</div><div>pls remember <em><span style="color:#663366;">everything i do,i do it for u</span></em>...</div><div>no1 else...</div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Sliz1C5WosI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jN0qjB8KNDY/s1600-h/51963%5B1%5D.jpg"></a> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Sliz1C5WosI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jN0qjB8KNDY/s1600-h/51963%5B1%5D.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Sliz1C5WosI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jN0qjB8KNDY/s1600-h/51963%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357229480649073346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/Sliz1C5WosI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jN0qjB8KNDY/s200/51963%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-1932469427740805306?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-76973765224676921392009-07-08T23:56:00.004+08:002009-07-09T01:13:10.357+08:00oh my god...<br />my assignment deadline is near the corner...<br />but i did nothing with that...<br />i was full of tension these days...<br />everyday assignment...test...assignment...test...<br />finally,we finished 1 of the assignment yesterday...<br />4 persons in a group but only 3 persons worked on it...<br />i was crazy bcoz of the assignment...<br />i was busy like a <span style="color:#cc0000;">crap</span>!!!<br />but whatever we get,the others will get the same thing although they dont do anything...<br />what the hell is that..<br />isnt fair at all...<br />why should i share the thing when i did most of the thing???<br />arrrrgh....<br />forget about it....<br />it doesnt worth to make me angry...<br /><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><br />today i went to<span style="color:#33cc00;"> <em>THE ONE CAFE</em></span> with my classmates...<br />it is a cafe for hospitality student to practice how to serve a guest...<br />and guests can get a set lunch over there with<span style="color:#000099;"> RM12</span>...<br />its nice right?<br />we went there at 12pm...<br />we were served by our seniors..<br />they are so professional...<br />and our attitude had changed when we talked in the cafe...<br />we became too <span style="color:#33ff33;">polite</span>...<br />we talked softly and eat slowly....<br />haha.....<br />we werent like that...<br />we used to laugh loudly and talk loudly...<br />we dont feel comfortable over there...<br />i ordered salmon as my main course...<br />not bad...<br />i was full although it was juz a little...<br />and we tried a glass of mocktail...<br />overall it was nice...the food,dessert...and drink...<br />juz imagine i should serve guests in the cafe after 3rd or 4th sem...<br />i dun dare to imagine what will happen...:D<br />my friend took some picture of the food but i didnt...<br />i will show u guys later...:)<br />but there is a influence after i came out from the cafe...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">i went to toilet 3 times in 2 hours</span>...:(<br />haha....<br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">if i could do something to make u happy...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">i'll sacrifies everything to see ur smile...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">if i could change ur mind...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">i'll give u mine...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">if i could make u forget the sad things...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">i'll transfers it to my mind...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">i'll prove that u made the right choice...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">and u will never feel regret bcoz of ur choice...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">whatever u r,u will still the 1st place in ur '<span style="color:#cc66cc;">home</span>'..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">ur '<span style="color:#993399;">home</span>' will only available for u...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SlTP9HVw4YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTL2Hizz7ao/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SlTP9HVw4YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTL2Hizz7ao/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SlTP9HVw4YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTL2Hizz7ao/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356134505699664258" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SlTP9HVw4YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTL2Hizz7ao/s200/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SlTP9HVw4YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTL2Hizz7ao/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SlTP9HVw4YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTL2Hizz7ao/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-7697376522467692139?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-80365640891710832092009-07-05T13:49:00.003+08:002009-07-05T14:17:56.446+08:00weekend....T.T<br />next week gonna be the 2nd week of July..<br />the time goes damn fast..<br />and i juz like did nothing...<br />last week,we sat a test for<span style="color:#999900;"> English To Hospitality</span>..<br />next week we hav a test again...<br />and assignment...<br />im gonna be busy in tis month..<br />huh~<br />And i was not in a good mood yesterday...<br />i dunno why i couldnt smile although i forced myself to smile..<br />moody~<br />for others, maybe they felt annoyed bcoz i showed my sour face without any reason..<br />hey....<br />it wasnt under my control...!!!<br />u think i like to show my sour face and spoil the atmosphere???<br />i wanted to pretend,but yesterday i dun even can pretend in front of my family...<br />but i dun need sympathy from u guys...<br />i could survive without that...<br />ur sympathy made me feel <span style="color:#cc33cc;">disgusting</span>....<br />vomit~<br />i fallen in sick for almost 2 weeks...<br />coughing is annoying me...<br />my lung became weak bcoz of coughing...:(<br />everyday have to take tablets...<br />my god...!!!!<br />God bless me....<br />hope i will get better soon....<br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Guys,<br />what do u think about ur future?<br />do u have any idea about ur future?<br />im afraid of future whenever i thought about it...<br />i couldnt see my future....<br />bcoz i believe,<br />the more u deserve,the more u feel disappointed...<br />its good to imagine a good future....<br />but what if it dont comes true?<br />whatever....<br />i juz want to do my best in every part...<br />and appreciate whatever i hav now...<br />be happy,enjoy my life and be the best for u...<br />Good luck guys....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />_Gillian_<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-8036564089171083209?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-42709648175062234852009-06-29T21:07:00.005+08:002009-06-29T21:45:36.409+08:00last saturday,<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>i saw Annie's message when i woke up from my nap..</div><div>she asked me whether free on sunday to go out with her...</div><div>oh my god...</div><div>yea...</div><div>of course...</div><div>i was too free..</div><div>almost 2 months i didnt got out of home during weekend..</div><div>so,i juz decided to accompany Annie to buy some stuff...</div><div>at first,we decided to go<span style="color:#ff9900;"> Times Square</span>...</div><div>coz i wanna eat 'chesse baked rice' at Kim Gary..</div><div>but when i tell mummy tat im gonna to KL,</div><div>mummy doesnt allow me to go bcoz of <span style="color:#ff0000;">H1N1</span>..</div><div>then,we changed our plan to 1U...</div><div>1U???</div><div>i went there every week...</div><div>2 days in a week..</div><div>bcoz my college nearby the shopping mall..</div><div>i think i could recognize all the shop without my eyes open..</div><div>haha..XD</div><div>but nvm...</div><div>as long as no need to stay at home...</div><div>i met Annie in front of cinema..</div><div>then,we started to shop...</div><div>we went to a bag shop...</div><div>coz Annie wanna buy a bag..</div><div>we dunno which 1 to choose...</div><div>and we asked the staff to take many sample for us to try..</div><div>haha...</div><div>at last,Annie bought a bag which has some picture on it..</div><div>after that,we juz walked around the mall...</div><div>1pm...</div><div>what time is it?????</div><div>lunch time la...</div><div>we went to <span style="color:#339999;">Carls Jr</span>...</div><div>haha...</div><div>which i juz went last friday...</div><div>we talked alot over there..</div><div>gossip gossip...</div><div>its a long time that we haven talk for so long...</div><div>i felt happy to talk with u...</div><div>and <span style="color:#999900;">HOPE</span>...</div><div>coz only<span style="color:#ff99ff;"> HOPE</span> can understand each other...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjA6T4xTKI/AAAAAAAAADo/xsm2QPBtRq0/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352740265133165730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjA6T4xTKI/AAAAAAAAADo/xsm2QPBtRq0/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>enjoying my burger...^^</div><br /><div>we took 'da tou tie' too...:)<br /><br /></div><div></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjB1jH8MjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2GH4orVMJVw/s1600-h/DSC02533.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741282835608114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjB1jH8MjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2GH4orVMJVw/s200/DSC02533.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjB1U2_NVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/w8OqxIVa3qg/s1600-h/DSC02531.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741279006405970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjB1U2_NVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/w8OqxIVa3qg/s200/DSC02531.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjB1YBwbGI/AAAAAAAAADw/zNdT4jP-5d0/s1600-h/DSC02520.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352741279856880738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjB1YBwbGI/AAAAAAAAADw/zNdT4jP-5d0/s200/DSC02520.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>about 4pm...</div><div>mummy came to pick us up...</div><div>after sent Annie go home..</div><div>we went home too...</div><div>6 something..</div><div>daddy said wanna go for dinner with my relatives...</div><div>then we get ready and wait for them...</div><div>suddenly my bro asked me to go to field with him...</div><div>coz he wanna take some picture...</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjDhXNzVoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JWBEEOkwmgw/s1600-h/DSC02572.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352743135064839810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjDhXNzVoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JWBEEOkwmgw/s200/DSC02572.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjDhWlnaDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dF-Lnnu-hHw/s1600-h/DSC02581.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352743134896285746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjDhWlnaDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dF-Lnnu-hHw/s200/DSC02581.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> crazy me...<br /><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjDhiYKJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/y7AcSTisws4/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352743138061068146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkjDhiYKJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/y7AcSTisws4/s200/DSC02585.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>tats all about my day....</div><div>but honestly i was not in a good mood...</div><div>bcoz of something...</div><div>but its ok...</div><div>dont spoil the day bcoz of me...</div><div>miss u....~</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>p/s:Annie...take care when u go to Sg...</div><div> find me whenever u miss me ya~</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-4270964817506223485?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-34811892976424630642009-06-27T23:30:00.004+08:002009-06-28T00:13:22.599+08:00oww....<br /><div>im sick...</div><div>today is the 4th day...</div><div>flu,cough...</div><div>fortunately sore throat is gone...</div><div>i hate falling in sick...</div><div>i can do nothing...</div><div>no cold drinks...</div><div>no fried food...</div><div>only bread and vegetables...:(</div><div>i juz felt weak..</div><div>and sleepy...</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>but yesterday..</div><div>i ate something really look like <span style="color:#006600;">'food'</span>..</div><div>haha</div><div>when i was sitting beside the swimming pool and talked to my dear...</div><div>suddenly i juz suggest to eat a big burger at <span style="color:#33ff33;">Carls Jr</span>...</div><div>i need a big burger...</div><div>i was going to vomit bcoz i juz ate bread few days ago...</div><div>tasteless...</div><div>yiak~</div><div>then i wait for my dear to get ready...</div><div>we walked to 1U...</div><div>we straight away went to the restaurant...</div><div>oh my god...</div><div>it was amazing...</div><div>i was enjoying my burger too much...</div><div>yummy...:P</div><div>we spent a good time at there...</div><div>actually whenever i am with u...</div><div>its a good time for me..:D</div><div>i am satisfied...</div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div>haiz...</div><div>today is saturday..</div><div>weekend again...</div><div>boring.....:(</div><div>almost 2 months tat i haven go out of home on weekend...</div><div>my gosh...</div><div>but 2mrw im goin to 1U with annie...</div><div>yeappi...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">can i ask the time to slow down??</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it past too fast...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i noe we should move on...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but i dun even have time to appreciate it...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">it juz past and gone....</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">actually am i a good person?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">y i always made the ppl around me sad?!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i didnt want to...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but i always did...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">shit me...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i think we should learn to let go in some particular thing....</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;">giving up doesnt always means u r weak,it shows tat u r strong enough to let it go...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkZDfUpXHeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LuLaxpLtKe4/s1600-h/22448%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352039412573609442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkZDfUpXHeI/AAAAAAAAADY/LuLaxpLtKe4/s200/22448%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkZDvp7wSYI/AAAAAAAAADg/CVN_JLf9VZQ/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352039693165808002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SkZDvp7wSYI/AAAAAAAAADg/CVN_JLf9VZQ/s200/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>thank you for everything...</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-3481189297642463064?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-48496938733725014002009-06-17T23:00:00.005+08:002009-06-18T00:14:51.350+08:00<div><div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">hey guys..</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">im goin to update my blog again...</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">dunno y these day i dun have any special thing to write about...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">my life just goes 'smooth',plain....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">haha....</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">myself dunno whether is good or bad...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">good is bcoz of everything goes smooth..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and bad is bcoz of lack of excitement la...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*sigh...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and our class...</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">juz like tat lo...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">nothing special..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">next week is goin to be the 7th week for my class...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">u c how fast the time past?!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">assignment...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i dont even finish 1 of them..:(</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">forget about it...:p</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">lets talk about our trip to Beryl Chocolate Factory...</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">we arrived at college at 8.45....</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i was the earliest bird...</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">we supposed to be there at most 8.50</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but u know la....</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">malaysia time always 10 mins delay....</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">then we depart at 9++</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">our class has 17 ppl..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but the van only can fit 15 ppl...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">pity 2 of them hav to sit with the students from another course</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">okay...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">we started our journey...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i went there b4 when i was in high school..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">i remembered it only took 30 mins to reach there...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">but we were sitting in the van for 1 hour...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">stopped for more than 5 times at the road side...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">finally we got a news....</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">we lost....!!!!</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">how fuuny was it...</span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">after 1 hour sitting in the van...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">finally we reached at the factory...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">my bum was goin to break...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">1st,they showed us a video about the process of making the chocolate...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">then show us the machines and some collection from another countries...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">wahahaha....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">is time for us to buy chocolate...!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i juz cant control myself when i walked into the shop....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i was the only 1 who holding a basket to put all my chocolate...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">u guess how much did i paid for it???</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">erm....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">RM73....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">its ordinary la....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">not too much...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">then we went to The Mines for our lunch....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i went there after aged...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i almost cant recognize the place...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we only have 1 hour++ to take our lunch...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but we took almost 30mins to decide what to eat...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and at last...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we chosen a restaurant which has promotion for set lunch...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">after our lunch..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">went back to college...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we were tired although we dun hav any class..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">after i got down fron the van,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i ran to catch a taxi....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">bcoz my chocolate was goin to melt....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">haha..:p</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">fortunately...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">they r survive...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">bcoz i put it into freezer since i got home...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so,it was my day to chocolate factory...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">not bad...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SjkU7kCUBuI/AAAAAAAAADI/wOMqO0UxHYA/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348329045997389538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SjkU7kCUBuI/AAAAAAAAADI/wOMqO0UxHYA/s320/DSC02442.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>me &amp; Kesha<br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SjkVk0nTlvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sDsMC9yN-04/s1600-h/Image1033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348329754822153970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z3WUzOzk76M/SjkVk0nTlvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sDsMC9yN-04/s320/Image1033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> we took it during lunch...^^<br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-4849693873372501400?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-90583970288991288292009-06-10T17:45:00.003+08:002009-06-10T17:53:29.141+08:00yesterday i was chatting with Annie...<br />and she told me to read her blog after she inform me..<br />i thought what is she going to tell me...<br />now i got it...<br />i am tagged....<br />here is my answer..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1. What is your name : Gillian<br />2. A four Letter Word : Good<br />3. A boy's Name : Gary<br />4. A girl's Name : Georgina(haha…u know where I got tis name la…)<br />5. An occupation : Geologist<br />6. A color : Gray<br />7. Something you'll wear : Giordano shirts<br />9. A food : Garlic<br />10. Something found in the bathroom: Green colour towel<br />11. A place : Germany<br />12. A reason for being late: Get drunk last night<br />13. Something you'd shout : Go to hell…(although my favourite is ‘shit’..:p…)<br />14. A movie title: Ghost..(a romantic movie)<br />15. Something you drink: Green Tea<br />16. A musical group : Green Day<br />17. An animal : Goat<br />18. A street name : Golden Lane (in London)<br />19. A type of car : GMC<br />20. The title of a song : Give you hell….<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i spent almost 30 mins to finish it....<br />it was too difficult...<br />fortunately i have Google...<br />haha....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-9058397028899128829?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-72396119697403797322009-06-06T23:17:00.004+08:002009-06-07T20:07:10.885+08:00<span style="color:#3333ff;">time goes fly..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">June has started..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and my class has started 1 month ago...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">wat did i learned?</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">actually i dunno..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">the lesson was easy but when u wanna remember it,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">it was too difficult..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">phase test is goin to start in 1 week..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">but i noe i can do it..:p</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and our course doesnt like a main course..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">we have trip every week..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">we r goin to <span style="color:#ff6600;">Beryl Chocolate Factory</span> next thursday..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">but our Genting trip has canceled..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">bcoz the head of department doesnt allow us to go for fun..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">except we go for education purpose...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">other than that,my time table is juz like shit...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">we should stay until 5pm..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">but b4 our class we have 3 hours break...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">my gosh..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">i can take my nap for 3 hours..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">but i can do nothing in the college...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">juz day dreaming...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">miss someone..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and kill myself to pass the time...:((</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">we were look like zombie 2 days ago..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">our class started at 9 but finished at 5..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">everyone was goin to faint..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and i couldnt get anything from the lecturer bcoz my brain was sleeping</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">haha..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and we ditch our class on friday..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">damn boring..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and i ditch the 2nd class too..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">the lecturer was searching for me.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">whatever,i felt worthful to ditch the class..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">its juz a presentation exercise..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">and most important its bcoz of u..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">am i made u too important for myself??</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">bcoz i saw someone's PM wrote:is not that ur partner doesnt care about u,is u made them too important for urself...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">i think so..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">but i think tis is the way to love someone..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">love is always blind..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">u could do whatever to make them happy..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">u r sad when they r sad..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">bcoz everything is not only for urself..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">u involved in their problem too..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">everything should be equal...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">now i realized y u always said everything should be equal..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">if one of us pay less attention..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">everything will change..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">maybe i am selfish..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">in my point of view,sometimes is neccessary to be selfish..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">bcoz if u dont think for urself..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">no1 is goin to think about u..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">so,whatever i have i want it all...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">i dont like to share with others..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">but of course i will learn to be understanding..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">what i promised..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">weekend again...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">i wanna watch <span style="color:#33ff33;">'night at the musium 2' and 'the brother's bloom'</span>..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">i watched 'terminator salvation' with my family last week.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">the movie was nice but a little confuse</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">now i should watch 1-3 episode again to understand the story..:(</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">erm...</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">goin to off now..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">exciting bcoz of the trip..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">wait for my chocolate ya~</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">bye..</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-7239611969740379732?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-61513924118467117792009-05-26T21:26:00.002+08:002009-05-26T21:52:30.855+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">tis week is the 3rd week i started my main course...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">i am satisfied with my life,my class,my classmates,everything i has now...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">nowadays,the way of teaching is totally different from high school..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">everything need efficiency..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">we need to write our own notes..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">bcoz the lecturers r not goin to write for us..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">i am addicted to 1 of my lecturer...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">she is so so so<span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="color:#006600;">cute</span></span>..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">hehe..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">i love her class...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">whenever i feel down..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">i will become refresh n happy after her class..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">the way she teach is different...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">we had a lot of fun but we could learned sumthing..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">i talked a lot in her class...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">n she is the only lecturer who i will tell her about my opinion...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">i changed to another person when i was in her class.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">and these day,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">i miss my life in high school..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">we had a lot of fun when we were in high school...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">we always hang out,had our lunch together..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">we used to make a lot of noise in class..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">sleep in class..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">didnt finish the homework..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">made our teacher angry..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">although we were naughty..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">but we were happy..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">n every weekend went for softball training...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">batting...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">running around the field...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">and kidding each other..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">our life was full with laugh..and no pressure..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">when <span style="color:#ff0000;">SPM</span> was near to the corner,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">we organized a study group n studied together..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">but we were talking n joking over there...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">but now..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">everyone of us is busy with our new life..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">some of them stay nearby the college..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">and some of them left malaysia..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">we only can c each other after a long time...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">anyway,i wish all of them will success in their new life...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">and dun forget me n our memories..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">thanks guys...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-6151392411846711779?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684685677365848936.post-36409418597405969872009-05-24T21:23:00.000+08:002009-05-24T21:26:58.982+08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">finally i come to blogspot...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">coz...<img class="gl_color_fg" alt="Text Color" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">i opened an account b4 but i forgot my password..</span><br /><br />so..i am here now...:D<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5684685677365848936-3640941859740596987?l=sweetmemory-gillian.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GilLiAnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10830033574334896508noreply@blogger.com1