<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397</id><updated>2009-11-08T15:10:58.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance of a Sparrow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-7179468953409439300</id><published>2009-06-02T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:53:16.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Documenting'/><title type='text'>A Quick One</title><content type='html'>My exams started last Saturday. Completed my Taxation paper, I hope I did well. Next exam will be tomorrow and I am currently almost slumped over my desk with piles and piles of notes and lecture slides etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see Jon today. As much as I want to be sad and disappointed, I realized that both of us could use this time to study effectively for the exam tomorrow. I'm trying to get a good grasp on intellectual property law. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was amusing, I watched Malaysian Dreamgirl and after 3 episodes of it, I got bored and decided to find out who the winner is anyway. I think the show is a failure. The contestants have no appeal whatsoever and their English proficiency is way off. Their spoken English was so bad I had myself in knots. Even the judges' English was bad. Disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be up late again tonight. My studying habits are deteriorating. I tend to procrastinate a lot and the laptop is such a distraction! Then again, if I didn't have my laptop beside me, I'd get restless. Woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to eat healthy these days as I notice my ever increasing weight. I just noticed how much weight I gained around my hips its horrible! I've been eating nothing but vegetables and drinking tea. I think tea helps in suppressing appetites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to get back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-7179468953409439300?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/7179468953409439300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=7179468953409439300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7179468953409439300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7179468953409439300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-one.html' title='A Quick One'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-3620527713267392384</id><published>2009-05-28T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:56:40.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Rants'/><title type='text'>Life can be so unfair</title><content type='html'>Why do I have to clean up after after my housemates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm not being a sexist here but I think guys are the worst housemates you can ever get. And this housemate in topic is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dickhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dickhead is local, not local local but from interstate. He is like the biggest asshole I've ever met in my life. He drives a really gay car too (in fact I feel like ramming it when I drive past it). This guy can leave his dishes unwashed for up to 5days. It got so bad once that there was mold growing on one of his dishes. He eats cereal and milk and when he's done, he leaves them in the sink, and its left there for at least 2 days. How disgusting is that? Seriously, how the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; can I wash up with his dirty bowl in the sink? Do you own the bloody sink, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dickhead&lt;/span&gt;? The other thing that ticks me off is his racism. Just because you are a different color, are people of other nationalities, say.... stupid? dumb? Just because I speak in a different accent does not make your English any more proficient than mine. Hello, English is my FIRST language. OH and one other thing, his windows are never open = no ventilation, he sprays his perfume every week all over the room. In the end, the room ends up smelling like a sweaty guy who has got perfume sprayed on. I wonder how his fuck buddy feels about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I step in my own apartment, I feel embarrassed to admit that I live there. Its in a mess 90% of the time. Eventually, I ended up, not caring anymore and stayed more and more with Jon. I used to clean up after them, but I don't anymore and learned to turn away. No use getting angry because slobs will always be slobs. Dickheads will always be dickheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that whoever moves in here next will not experience my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant finished. I feel much better now. Time to go cook dinner and be disgusted at the mess again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-3620527713267392384?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/3620527713267392384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=3620527713267392384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/3620527713267392384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/3620527713267392384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-can-be-so-unfair.html' title='Life can be so unfair'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-8366281787949670655</id><published>2009-05-27T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:48:41.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Documenting'/><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally bought my DS lite about 3 weeks ago. This was the BEST purchase EVER since I came down under. My DS provides me with the cheapest entertainment! Jon says I'm a geek considering the substantial amount of electronic gadgets I own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be going back to Malaysia end of June for about 3 weeks. I'm hoping for those slumber parties with PW again, good times. I even made myself an eating list and a shopping list. Best of all, I will get to cuddle my pups again, after all these months!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might be moving out of the student village next semester. I want to experience independence. Not needing to depend on girlfriends is liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'm moving out, I might be getting a puppy! We're thinking of a Beagle or something small.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My exams start on Saturday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The last on my list of updates indicated that I should be mugging on my books rather than having the laptop in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-8366281787949670655?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/8366281787949670655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=8366281787949670655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/8366281787949670655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/8366281787949670655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-7733089972341770837</id><published>2009-05-18T11:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:27:29.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Friendship Game</title><content type='html'>In recent times, there was nothing short of drama. Although I have been indoors for the majority of my time spent in Perth, I witnessed a substantial amount of girl drama, all that 'bitch talk' and stupidity. As a weird person, I doubt I will ever understand normal girls. Just recently, a girl whom I knew just gone through a crisis and instead of her friends vouching for her, are talking behind her back. Such were the demeanor of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships build and crumble in the shortest times ever. It can be said that the longer a friendship lasts, the more tolerant the players in the game are. It is the survival of the fittest they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably lived long enough to know a thing or two about friendship. I know I have a best friend, and that is what really matters. To know that at least one person in the world would have your back is comforting. Other than that, I do not try hard to get accepted within a group of gossipy girls because in the end, I know I'll tire myself. It takes too much of one's spirit to be in the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-7733089972341770837?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/7733089972341770837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=7733089972341770837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7733089972341770837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7733089972341770837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendship-game.html' title='The Friendship Game'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-5816556828524223511</id><published>2009-05-05T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:10:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSDSDSDSDS</title><content type='html'>I am NOT content with life anymore! I neeeeeeeeed that DS. I'm not looking for the latest DS which I think is full of shit, that extra $80 spent for an extra camera which is only 3mp. I am looking at the DS Lite. Currently the highest bidder on eBay $90 for a 2nd hand DS Lite which was barely used. I think its a good deal hey. I really hope I win it. Otherwise, the next thing I know I'd do is to run to EBGames and buy the actual console -.- I hate myself for being so impulsive!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-5816556828524223511?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/5816556828524223511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=5816556828524223511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/5816556828524223511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/5816556828524223511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/05/dsdsdsdsds.html' title='DSDSDSDSDS'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-2027866403253914937</id><published>2009-04-23T08:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:38:36.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Lasting Bliss?</title><content type='html'>Woke up to a chilly morning of 5 degrees Celsius without winter clothing. The love of my life still peacefully snoring away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the simple things in life that keep me feeling blissful. I have ever wondered if I could find lasting happiness and I realized with full confidence that my pursuit of happiness, has somewhat ended for the current period. I could even say that I am fully satisfied with my current life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going on well for me. I've grown so much and continue to do so. I do realize that for each entry in this blog, I grow a little, and I reflect, a lot. It is in my nature to do so as I am analytical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown a penchant for cold salads! Actually, I've been eating a lot. Maybe its because I'm in a blissful state, but all the obese could say that, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next post =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-2027866403253914937?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/2027866403253914937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=2027866403253914937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2027866403253914937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2027866403253914937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/04/lasting-bliss.html' title='Lasting Bliss?'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-9222295300403722866</id><published>2009-04-05T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:15:37.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Aussiebum's Life Right Now!</title><content type='html'>No points for guessing why the last relationship ended. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no secret. I've got a new love in my life now. His name is Jonathan. Things are going on perfect. The most fulfilling relationship I have ever had. He's heaps caring, smart, intellectual, supportive... everything I could ever want.. PLUS POINT! He reads the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life has been a little strenuous, heaps of homework, assignments and lectures to study for.. Been spending way much more than I should have. Don't get me wrong, I've actually been spending the bulk of my money on food.. I can't help but to live a good life with good food and drinks ;)  My friends here are nothing short of awesome! They're supportive, always there whenever, Thank God I live in the student village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met so many people the past month I've been here, seen the face of the real world. Its ugly, but life's suddenly worth it when you have God in your life. Me and my girls been through some shit, and I see now that God works in our lives subtly, gently. I thank God for whoever's been praying for me and I pray that God blesses them too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-9222295300403722866?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/9222295300403722866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=9222295300403722866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/9222295300403722866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/9222295300403722866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/04/aussiebums-life-right-now.html' title='Aussiebum&apos;s Life Right Now!'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-4567328696410838505</id><published>2009-02-23T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:53:01.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Aussiebum</title><content type='html'>Never thought life would be so different once I stepped off the plane. Never dreamt that I would compromise the wonderful relationships that I have. Never felt like I would become too different a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped off the plane, my heart was filled with hope and dreams. That was 30 days ago. So much had happened since, so much drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to share, too much, in fact. I might, take a few months to compose myself, as to still myself so that I could blog in peace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this frame of 30days, I've seen so much. So many different people, so much shit, so much drama, that it is slowly getting to me. I was in depression as well as in ignorance that I let myself slip. I let myself do things I wouldn't normally do, like - drinking. I chose to sacrifice the important things in life, like my soulmate who was still standing by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that He pulled me back to reality and to who I really was. Chris stood by me, waiting. I am glad I did not let go to be someone I wasn't. I am glad I am still myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this whole post, I don't know what I'm trying to say, I guess it is a jumble of feelings and thoughts that has been clouding my mind. Just thought I'd do some spring-cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, update about my life. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Keeping this post regardless, me and Chris ended it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-4567328696410838505?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/4567328696410838505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=4567328696410838505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4567328696410838505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4567328696410838505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/02/aussiebum.html' title='Aussiebum'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-4100035900553432517</id><published>2009-02-06T07:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:02:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Perth! And I've got lots to blog about. Just got internet for a $40 a month. Costs a bomb doesn't it. Made lots of new friends. Went around town... basically, its allllll good. Just that I miss my baby, and my family. I've got orientation now, so I'll find time to blog later! Toodles &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-4100035900553432517?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/4100035900553432517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=4100035900553432517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4100035900553432517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4100035900553432517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-in-perth-and-ive-got-lots-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-706034637756074545</id><published>2009-01-29T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:07:20.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Documenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>How Could I Say Enough Thank Yous to the Lord</title><content type='html'>I made it through! Just like I said in one of the previous entries. To be honest, I let uncertainty creep into my life. I let confidence slip away, but in the end, God is merciful and He let me through! I somehow knew that the prophecy Ps Becky gave me was true, but to see it come to pass? This is all very breathtaking. I feel like saying thank you, Lord, its not enough. Not enough at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All that we have, is because of the grace of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Lord! I thank You for all the things in my life that You gave.&lt;br /&gt;I thank You Lord for the opportunity to be in Australia on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I thank You Lord for my family who loves me and forever supports me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank You Lord for my friends who care and pray to You for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;I thank You Lord for being alive today so I could see Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord, for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-706034637756074545?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/706034637756074545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=706034637756074545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/706034637756074545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/706034637756074545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-could-i-say-enough-thank-yous-to.html' title='How Could I Say Enough Thank Yous to the Lord'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-2014767920491218889</id><published>2009-01-20T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:44:44.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Documenting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent about RM120 on makeup today. Actually I spent more today, but I don't want to think about that. I bought Kate products..I'm loving them! And I'm very happy today, I managed to do a smokey eye makeup on myself, for the first time! Its no secret that I fail in makeup but I managed. I had Youtube on beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MichellePhan"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch! I love her videos. Good for makeup newbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-2014767920491218889?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/2014767920491218889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=2014767920491218889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2014767920491218889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2014767920491218889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-spent-about-rm120-on-makeup-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-9181975871093570945</id><published>2009-01-19T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:23:56.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Media and the World</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Elijah gave a really great sermon. It was about movies. According to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories create value and belief.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Movies tell stories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore, movies create value and belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Personally, I always believed in this.&lt;/span&gt; Movies do influence me. For example, after watching PS I Love You, I treated my boyfriend better ;), and after watching Taken, I became even more paranoid than I already am etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know, the society is decaying in moral values and it seems that most movies now project such a negative view of the world that it is sometimes appalling even, hearing the type of language people speak in movies. Movies today, are never short of sex, foul language, blasphemy and sinful acts.  Censorship does not help, people can just buy pirated DVDs for as cheap as RM5 to watch a full uncensored movie. Thats even cheaper than buying a movie ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no surprise that the mass media nowadays is heading in the wrong direction. In this era, it is suddenly okay to sleep with many people or to have one night stands. It is suddenly okay to blaspheme. It is suddenly cool to speak foul language. It is suddenly sexy to dress like a prostitute. What is becoming of our world? What is the media teaching our young generation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movieguide.org/index.php?s=news&amp;amp;id=504"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Article: The Mass Media Shapes the Future of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a change. Mass communication people, please make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-9181975871093570945?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/9181975871093570945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=9181975871093570945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/9181975871093570945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/9181975871093570945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/media-and-world.html' title='Media and the World'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-4262191728980165683</id><published>2009-01-18T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:40:37.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Language!</title><content type='html'>I am ashamed to write anymore at all in this blog. Looks like years of good English went down the drain. I swear I could write better when I was in Form 5. It seems that I have difficulty expressing myself in words now. When I was in Form 5 I could write superb essays and I never ever got a B in English. There were only As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrettably, the standard of my English has decided itself to skydive from the KL tower. I feel shame when I read writings of other people my age. Clearly, I do not write in excessive English anymore. I now tend to write in simple English and sometimes it is hard to find a word to express yourself and other things. Perhaps my academic requirements did not need such 'powderfool' English, my gray matter decided to discard its library of vocabulary and the perfect grammar I used to have. Or I could just blame myself for not reading intellectual books anymore or not even making effort to write in good English anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog entries are made up of an array of disorganized thoughts that I do not even know why I use paragraphs anymore. There is no format as to what I write, just what I thought of at that particular moment. So far, the blog is my only outlet of writing because as I said, my academic does not require much writing in good English. I should, start reading again, and write in good English as I did, in Form 5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-4262191728980165683?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/4262191728980165683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=4262191728980165683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4262191728980165683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4262191728980165683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/mind-your-language.html' title='Mind Your Language!'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-7362129893669233218</id><published>2009-01-17T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:10:56.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>O God</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I do not know what I'm doing in Accounting, or the sort. I blocked out other options ever since I entered, and I'm still puzzled as to what my destiny is . It was like, a dream far away that I was into the Arts. When I was younger, I was so sure I would be a designer, artist etc. but my parents were so against these things, hence, I am now in business, because me+science don't go together at all. To my parents, there was almost only 2 options, Business or Science, maybe Law. When it was my year to enter uni, I was so disillusioned because so many things happened to my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God works in mysterious ways, in ways humans do not fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am in Accounting. I will be in the business world. The world where money is god. Perhaps God wanted me to change that, because, surely, there is a reason why I'm doing something that I detest. Okay, fine. I do not hate it, but sometimes it is such a drag, balancing accounts... reconciling statements...blabla, so I made a decision to include the Laws as one of my majors, at least there is something that does not involve balancing accounts. Despite it all, I must do well in this field, because God put me here. He will have something big in store for me when I get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps Becky prophesied to me. She told me that God said, "What you are doing now is a choice career I have selected for you. You will be a leader among your peers. You will be 'mother' to many (hence the name, Sarah) and people will look for you for advice and comfort. You are a good listener, and through that you will influence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repented, and I ask for forgiveness everyday. I will never abandon You again. Please keep my fire strong. I love You. Bless the people around me because I am Your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-7362129893669233218?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/7362129893669233218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=7362129893669233218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7362129893669233218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7362129893669233218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-god.html' title='O God'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-3140795012547141368</id><published>2009-01-17T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:37:48.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOHOO ITS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally almost cried my eyes out in testimony to Joanne of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being close to God.&lt;br /&gt;almost as if I never experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I pray, don't let my fire burn out. EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-3140795012547141368?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/3140795012547141368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=3140795012547141368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/3140795012547141368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/3140795012547141368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/woooohoo-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-2315803047718616252</id><published>2009-01-15T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:58:02.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for Fun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SW6z4wFnMPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R-sBNg4LqnU/s1600-h/4sarahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SW6z4wFnMPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R-sBNg4LqnU/s400/4sarahs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291364399769399538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From my very own 'Photobooth'&lt;br /&gt;and a sudden love for oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-2315803047718616252?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/2315803047718616252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=2315803047718616252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2315803047718616252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2315803047718616252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SW6z4wFnMPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/R-sBNg4LqnU/s72-c/4sarahs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-7249098734129327687</id><published>2009-01-14T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:29:50.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I didn't think that I could get thru with it. God was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will pass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am the child of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-7249098734129327687?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/7249098734129327687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=7249098734129327687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7249098734129327687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7249098734129327687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-i-didnt-think-that-i-could-get-thru.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-4322489722456924240</id><published>2009-01-13T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:09:30.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times when you get angry with yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get angry because you haven't been doing things which you're supposed to be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get angry because you don't feel the stress of impending deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get angry because your human body gets tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get angry because your attention span is as short as that miniskirt Britney wears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get angry because you are burnt out yet not achieving anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how I feel. I hate it that I get tired easily. I can't even sit still for 20minutes on the desk. Everytime I read something my mind wanders off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be on the laptop now, so BYE &gt;=O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-4322489722456924240?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/4322489722456924240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=4322489722456924240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4322489722456924240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/4322489722456924240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-times-when-you-get-angry-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-8169082594266627028</id><published>2009-01-12T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:59:46.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I feel like migrating my blog.. to another website. Don't kill me. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I decided not to, and made tumblr my spam blog/scrapbook. I may in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahliane.tumblr.com"&gt;http://www.sarahliane.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-8169082594266627028?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/8169082594266627028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=8169082594266627028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/8169082594266627028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/8169082594266627028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright-i-feel-like-migrating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-7379107504919514157</id><published>2009-01-11T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:59:44.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Documenting'/><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wait for this week to be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be breaking limits this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My future depends on this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shamefully thought that I could handle it. I thought that I had time. I thought I was superwoman. It was a stupid mistake. I should not have taken time for granted. Now I only have 2 more days, how much can I learn in 2 days? It would be a miracle if I got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend came for a sleepover yesterday. Very unplanned, yet very delightful. We did random things as usual. Not to mention crazy things.. like making a tutu and watching a movie till 5am. Got a rude awakening from daddy. As usual, when he wakes up, he expects everyone to be awake too. Very disciplinarian-type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun. So much so I'm probably sick now. Whole body burning as if on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I can't believe I'm leaving already, I feel like theres so many unresolved matters here. So many unfinished business... So much to lose here. It makes it all the more depressing. I remember approximately half a year ago that I wouldn't even dreaaaam about transferring. I was thinking here that I was so self-sufficient, so contented, that I didn't want to transfer. Then I thought and thought, prayed and prayed. Prayed really hard. It seems that all fingers point in that direction. It was a hard decision to make. I was torn between what I have here, and what I will gain over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, in the end, I have to lay it all on Him. I need not worry, for He will provide. After all, He means well. As long as I stay faithful. All things will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-7379107504919514157?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/7379107504919514157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=7379107504919514157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7379107504919514157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/7379107504919514157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-8947325880224946480</id><published>2009-01-09T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:47:09.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I now fully understand the term " Artists can't sleep at night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having visions, ideas and imaginations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up in the middle of the night and write them all down in my photography journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on for 4days now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-8947325880224946480?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/8947325880224946480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=8947325880224946480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/8947325880224946480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/8947325880224946480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-now-fully-understand-term-artists.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-5470344925789490673</id><published>2009-01-06T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:59:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly it hit me that I won't have much time to be spent with the person who is most important in my life.. I'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry my heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But crying won't do anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-5470344925789490673?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/5470344925789490673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=5470344925789490673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/5470344925789490673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/5470344925789490673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/suddenly-it-hit-me-that-i-wont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-5130765482124750904</id><published>2009-01-06T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:34:04.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Documenting'/><title type='text'>Strobist</title><content type='html'>I've been obsessed with light for some time now. Unfortunately, I don't have the funds to even buy a speedlite, and one costs around $650. I'm hankering after one of those ringlights, like the one Dave Hill has.. Dave Hill is so freaking cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWMyAS5ilPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YWIsBeZ_UxE/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWMyAS5ilPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YWIsBeZ_UxE/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288125368117662962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've searched everywhere online, most are DIY, so I have to buy a strobe and make a ringlight myself.. I'm kinda confused though, are ringlights and beauty dishes the same? To me, they don't make much difference, the effect is the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first speedlight i will buy will be the canon 430ex...that costs around $400. After that, its time to buy another lens, probably the sigma 20mm f1.8, and that costs around $550... I want the f1.2 from Canon though, it costs like $2,200... Why are camera equipment so darn expensive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have enough funds, I'd probably want a studio lighting setup.. I want the Bowens Esprit Gemini 200x200 kit.. thats about $1,300 which is alright I guess, its good for location shoots which I love so much..In order to get these equipment, I'd have to start charging for my portraits! Well, not so soon though.. Once my portfolio is up.... no more free shoots, except for those who helped me build my portfolio =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-5130765482124750904?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/5130765482124750904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=5130765482124750904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/5130765482124750904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/5130765482124750904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/strobist.html' title='Strobist'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWMyAS5ilPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YWIsBeZ_UxE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-2582741507038669921</id><published>2009-01-05T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:48:47.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors to the Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHXJmGJCNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0SeHDi5hhCc/s1600-h/_MG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHXJmGJCNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0SeHDi5hhCc/s320/_MG_3294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287743997354772690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-2582741507038669921?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/2582741507038669921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=2582741507038669921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2582741507038669921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/2582741507038669921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/mirrors-to-soul.html' title='Mirrors to the Soul'/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHXJmGJCNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0SeHDi5hhCc/s72-c/_MG_3294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2903523287879242397.post-226169533961231018</id><published>2009-01-05T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:42:23.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Documenting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHWOgbAlcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ks8Xuz2C1zs/s1600-h/_MG_3278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHWOgbAlcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ks8Xuz2C1zs/s320/_MG_3278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287742982219404738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrations aside, now its time for some serious work.. on my stupid paper.. Seriously, I brought it upon myself, this one. So as I said, I made a few prints of Sasha.. here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHWi0EDRPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xo5DU0vSy94/s1600-h/_MG_3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHWi0EDRPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xo5DU0vSy94/s320/_MG_3297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287743331089204466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're beautiful.. and expensive. I heard Woolworths does it for $3.00 per piece. I'm hopeful then =) I might get my prints done there in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am quite happy I made a slight progress in my studying habits, and I've got all that lokum (Turkish Delight) to thank.. for all that sugar I could concentrate, well a little bit. But I promise myself I'll go into full swing tomorrow!! I'll stab myself if I have to. 14th is the paper, which is full of shit and I want to pass!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2903523287879242397-226169533961231018?l=sarahliane.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/feeds/226169533961231018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2903523287879242397&amp;postID=226169533961231018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/226169533961231018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2903523287879242397/posts/default/226169533961231018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahliane.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrations-aside-now-its-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Liane</name><email>sarahliane@live.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10919092797273206209'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S8LUAQA6h-s/SWHWOgbAlcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ks8Xuz2C1zs/s72-c/_MG_3278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>