<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:39:59.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ordinary girl on track</title><subtitle type='html'>manda's tale to tell [",]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-1148331674511399955</id><published>2011-11-15T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T05:46:34.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting it all out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i realize that, everytime i feel down, i'll talk to my blog. why.? i dunno. i just dun have anybody interested in my story. i thought if i always be there for people, someday, when i need somebody, they will be there for me.. but guess what.. NOT!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;its sad to think like this. coz im not sure why. maybe its just me. my insecurity. how can i open up if i feel like people are always judging u. sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i feel used. i feel lonly. i feel sad. pathetic. i feel ugly. i feel rejection. i feel sadness. i feel frustration. i feel like i dun deserve all of this feeling. i try hard to be presence to everyone that i know. and what does that got me into. why is it so hard to fit in. am i not worth it LORD.? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i feel alienated. i noe im not smart. i dun study hard stuff like science or engineering or medical or pharmacies.. its just accounting. i noe many people look down on me. i dun get scholarship to study at overseas like the rest of people. im sorry that im so stupid. when i say something, no one's gonna listen kozz.. im just a LOSER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i noe some ppl will straight away judging me by this post. i dun care okay. u guys are no better. stop bringing me down. stop using me anyhow. just leave me alone. let me live my life peacefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i have a lot of friends. and they are wonderful. just that.. i still feel lonly. not sometimes, all the time. i feel like i dun speak their language. i dun have what it takes to be in their league. nobody likes me. people will use me to get to my friend. always happen like everyday happen. fuck and shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everything is a lot more easier when i got YOU. but now that u decided not to love me anymore.. i left with nothing.... NOTHING! damn. can i like disappear now.. pppfoff! vanished... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN U LIFE! WHY U HAVE TO BE SO HARD? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-1148331674511399955?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1148331674511399955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=1148331674511399955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1148331674511399955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1148331674511399955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2011/11/letting-it-all-out.html' title='letting it all out'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-1266018218874341003</id><published>2011-09-03T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:14:54.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the blue moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;woahh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; i cant sleepp and i guess i dont have anything to do.. dat is why i update my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i keep changing color because... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im just bored.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway.. time to be serious. im single now.. and yeah.. still tryna get used to it. the thing is.. i dont know if i should move on or nt coz... everything is left hanging... so yeah... i sucks.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;its not easy to forget 4 years relationship. it feels like part of me is gone. ive been dreaming of the day i finally can let go but when it comes.. im so not ready fr it...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;i guess love is funny. once u had him u dont want him then u lose him u love him kinda thing. i try to make this as funny as possible ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: medium; "&gt;truth is.. im hurting inside and nobody noes. i keep asking myself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;WHYYYY???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;why me.? after everything we've been through.. i dont deserve this. he is such a jerk... he's gonna pay fr it... i hate him. i wanna kill himmmm. im so pissed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but then i realize... im just wasting my time hurting myself, my heart, my feelings fr a guy that doesnt even care... and so.. still tryna move on. but i guess now is nt da time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i'll keep posting. and i wanna do experiment.. how long does it takes fr me to move on.? hahah... till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;manda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-1266018218874341003?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1266018218874341003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=1266018218874341003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1266018218874341003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1266018218874341003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-blue-moon.html' title='out of the blue moon'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-1902378007909153800</id><published>2011-03-31T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:39:10.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>since im here. because a friend of mine askin me how to update the template. wow. i even forget my password. haha. heyy. my blog. ntg much in u haa. =) i miss u blog. will try na find the subject fr this blog. soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-1902378007909153800?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1902378007909153800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=1902378007909153800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1902378007909153800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1902378007909153800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2011/03/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-9100824103334685242</id><published>2010-06-07T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T05:45:27.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>gosh. my eyes hurts. hmph. we all thought that it is just a normal red eye. but when we go n check it. my eye nerve actually burst. doctor still gv me some medication to relieve da blood clot but if it wont melt , i had to do operations. sigh. im so.. suprise... no wonder it hurts like hell. if i complain to my parents, they say im jz being a baby. but see now..! my gosh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-9100824103334685242?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/9100824103334685242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=9100824103334685242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/9100824103334685242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/9100824103334685242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-8988555052963228170</id><published>2010-05-18T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:20:58.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my puppy, may ur soul rest in peace..~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;my puppy died 2 nites ago. i was devastated. for i love him so much. my mom keep on tellin me to gv him away but i juz couldnt. i feel to attached and so bonded to him. sundya afternoon, after got back frm KITA 2010, i directly take a nap. coz i was tired. i didnt see him first. then, my cousin told me that my puppy couldnt stand. i ran outside n saw himm lying in his cage. i try to lift him but his body was too.. i dunno hw to describe. he's crying. he's struggling for life. bubbles comes out from his mouth. he wanted to eat but he couldnt even lift his head up. i try to feed him milk with bottle but he juz cant do anything. i called GUMA if he can help. he came. n he said we need to bring him to da vet. but, its sunday. all da vets were closed. so i plan to do so da next morning. i watch him moving here n there. truggling for life. he's just a baby. i keep on holding him to let him noe dat he's not alone. by 948pm, he seems okay. so, i leave him for a while. to take a shower n eat. while i was in da shower, my bro call me tellin me to go downstairs. PAPI died! oh no. i was holding my tears. i was with him all evening. i regret it so much. i blame myself for leaving him there. dat nite i cry so hard. i even try to comfort myself tellin me that hey, its jz a dog. but.. i juz love him so much. i couldnt go to work da next morning. so i jz stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i still remember his face until today. how my day r so empty without him. however ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;there were 2 things dat bugging me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;1. how did he suddenly become so sick..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. why did i leave him, even for a while..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hrmm.. i miss him. i really do. i still have his collar, his bottle. he is such a lovely puppy. he likes it when i play with him n he'll sulk if i ignore him. he likes to sit beside me. he loves to play skateboard..!! ohh.. i miss you&lt;/span&gt; puppy..!!! i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;love ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;manda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-8988555052963228170?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/8988555052963228170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=8988555052963228170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/8988555052963228170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/8988555052963228170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-my-puppy-may-ur-soul-rest-in.html' title='i miss my puppy, may ur soul rest in peace..~~'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-1788133513263094062</id><published>2010-05-16T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:30:38.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ring a bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;short.simple.sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;dats how i described my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;K.I.T.A 2010&lt;/span&gt; experience. i met few new friends. they're great! da input was great too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;its like smtg we &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;know but we didnt realize.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;its very usefull. really need somebody to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ring a bell&lt;/span&gt; in ma head. everything dat i noe n aware of but &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i juz dun want to bother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ok now what's next..? Alpha team training's comin up. wow. im not even in da campus yet. wat if i dun get &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;UNIMAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;wat if i get another offer...? sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can imagine what will life be after dz. for now im busy working. 2 weeks from now i'll&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;QUIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hope. i wish. i pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- dat i'll b able to face the world outside there for i noe its so much bigger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- dat i'll b able to keep everthing in place despite all da huzzy buzzy life ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-dat i'll be able to keep in touch with da ppl i love , dat love me , dat i dun really like , dat dun like me... gv me da stregth to forgive n forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- and many moreee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;abba father, i believe in u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;manda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-1788133513263094062?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/1788133513263094062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=1788133513263094062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1788133513263094062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/1788133513263094062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2010/05/ring-bell.html' title='ring a bell'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-2396969502787399931</id><published>2010-03-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:15:24.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the starter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im back....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;wow. wer have i been. matt keep askin when i'll update my blog. hrmm.. i have so much to say but i jz cant describe it with words. im gonna start with my experience during dz lent seasons. few years back, either its lent or easther or christmas or whatever the season is, no difference for me. but this year, i kinda feel like dat im 1 step ahead. i began to understand the whole concepts n yes i believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;but, somehow i feel like im close to GOD, i tend to ran away. i keep makin mistakes over n over again n it does makes me feel bad but i just cant help it. trials after trials come n i jz cant bear with it anymore. whyyyyyyy....?? the more i want to repent, the closer i am to sins.&lt;br /&gt;what is this about...?&lt;br /&gt;hrmm.. 2 weeks left for this season. i hope tmr willl be a better day for me. i really want to live my life as a faithful servant of God though i aint holy. hmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-2396969502787399931?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2396969502787399931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=2396969502787399931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/2396969502787399931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/2396969502787399931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2010/03/starter.html' title='the starter'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-7754886615135542868</id><published>2009-07-08T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:02:05.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hahaha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;yep.. nice tittle huh? hrmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i was laughing coz i saw my blog last edited was last january.. 7th january to be exact... n now.. its still 7.. JULY!!! 7 month..? wat? i dun have story to tell? =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;nah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;im jz too bx to update my blog. hrmm.. life has been great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;so many drama goin on lately.. haha.. funny hows things can be so twisted and full of mystery.. sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;wow.. we skip class more often.. we make ourself looks bz but reality check.. WE'RE not really.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANTONIA VERA IHAN FOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356335775315636082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SlWHAjFnr3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9ZrAH_tdrIM/s320/n1063953455_8910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;haha.. yeah.. u.. apuh.. class macam playground dah.. kaki buli dah.. semua org dah tepengaruh.. ganas semua dak nya.. hahaha... hrmm.. dat dude? get over him laa.. he's not worth a penny.. duhh... mls mok tulis gyk pasal smelly guy gyk eh.. hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ya laa... tc n gbu yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dats ol for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;buhbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-7754886615135542868?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7754886615135542868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=7754886615135542868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/7754886615135542868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/7754886615135542868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SlWHAjFnr3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9ZrAH_tdrIM/s72-c/n1063953455_8910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-2216051395163018165</id><published>2009-01-07T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:04:45.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>akai dai, tusah nuan wai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...."finally you update!! i missed you lah......."..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wow..! all these while i've been searching for sumone dat really care bout me.. i try so hard finding and in the end that i realize dat no one is better than ur friend.. and boy friend too.. nt jz boyfriend.. and God for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;christine dior aka dior junior..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thanks yah..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i kinda lost myself lately.. i think i've wasted lotsa tymes miggling around and doin ntg.. spend spend spend.. money, time... sigh... for doin things laa.. but most of them are useless.. i dunno how many tymes i realize dat i do ntg but still my lazy butt dunwanna change.. hmph.. last year was not a great year for me though sum of my memories last year was ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;flash back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;january, i join KAYA 16.. crisis with ma dad.. thank God for HIS power dat HE restore da love between me n my dad and we're ok now.. it was a horrible time since im joining KAYA 16 without my dad's permission.. i was crying till my eyes swollen and no more tears cumin out my precious eyes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then after kaya.. i met this guy named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:C@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#.. he come to me as a nice boy with lotsa probs.. and i decided to wanna help him.. tanpa i noe dat he 'menyalahertikan' aka misunderstood.. he tot i help him bcoz im his gf.. wtf..! he told everyone dat im his gf bt im NNNNOT..! so, i tryna keep myself away from him and he say i am snowbish.. slut.. bitch or watever.. adoh doh... baik salah, jahat pn salah.. i end up dunno wat to do until i ask sumbody what shud i do.. so, i juz ignore him laa.. i feel bad sumtymes but i like him u c.. but juz friend.. loves..?? no way man.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then result spm cumin out... again... i disapoint many ppl especially my parents.. at my old place, i used to haf nickname.. "Amanda A's gal".. coz.. in everything i do.. i'll do my best and i owez get da best.. and i must tell dat spm.. its juz 30 percent of my effort. not meningikan diri bt dats true.. sumtymes i wonder.. where is dat little gal dat go to rural school by boat everyday for 6 damn years and the apple of everybody's eye...??? i've change...!!!! for Worst...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then matrix..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after thousands of money my parents spend on me.. i end up quitting..! wat a shame amanda.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wish i can write more bt i really feel down ryte nw.. to b continue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;useless, meaningless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GB me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-2216051395163018165?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2216051395163018165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=2216051395163018165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/2216051395163018165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/2216051395163018165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2009/01/akai-dai-tusah-nuan-wai.html' title='akai dai, tusah nuan wai..'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-5097088207814610438</id><published>2008-12-28T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:55:49.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all these while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS91dtZ9I/AAAAAAAAADw/sKVZvA1-r-Q/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS9V2MgRI/AAAAAAAAADo/z8o4gnLDy90/s1600-h/fs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284854270276698386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS9V2MgRI/AAAAAAAAADo/z8o4gnLDy90/s320/fs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS8S6C7WI/AAAAAAAAADY/WezwJ7LtFyQ/s1600-h/QRRQ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284854252307672418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS8S6C7WI/AAAAAAAAADY/WezwJ7LtFyQ/s320/QRRQ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS8_vO07I/AAAAAAAAADg/lhMVKjPN42Q/s1600-h/fs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284854264341910450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS8_vO07I/AAAAAAAAADg/lhMVKjPN42Q/s320/fs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-5097088207814610438?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5097088207814610438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=5097088207814610438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/5097088207814610438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/5097088207814610438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-these-while.html' title='all these while'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeS9V2MgRI/AAAAAAAAADo/z8o4gnLDy90/s72-c/fs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-7537007881852434290</id><published>2008-12-28T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:47:43.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why santa....??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeQpe1a4WI/AAAAAAAAADI/woINeJH_3jU/s1600-h/QRRQ.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeNzZHzdpI/AAAAAAAAADA/ym2G_sTd9HQ/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284848601799030418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeNzZHzdpI/AAAAAAAAADA/ym2G_sTd9HQ/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its been a while since i last update my blog.. been very busy lately with stuffs.. and sumtymes, really cant help it.. christmas is olmost over.. and i juz turnin 18th last week.. sigh.. im 18th years ol!! gosh.. sounds very mature though im not.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;christmas was ok.. my aunt cm back from jb and so do mycousins.. hmph.. fun fun fun.. we ol spent most of our tyme SHOPING and LOAFING around.. it was fun.. really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;christmas...? well, hepi bday JESUS... i always wonder how does christmas related to santa n ol those wishes come true thingy... its been buggin me since i dunno wen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my dady say.. remember these phrase...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hope, faith,love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, santa and present is the symbol of hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hope that keep us livin.. without food, we can eat for 48 days.. without water, we can live for 48 hours but without hope, we cannot live at ol.. if we lose hope, we'll take the most precious thing that GOD had given us dat is our LIFE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now, im glad to noe the true meaning of santa and presents and hope.. maybe it means ntg 4 rich ppl but for the poor, it means a lot.. so, santa gv hope to kids especially the less fortunate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so, dun lose hope.. its the last thing u need when u leave the earth.. seal with faith and love...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;till then, chow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-7537007881852434290?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/7537007881852434290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=7537007881852434290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/7537007881852434290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/7537007881852434290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='why santa....??'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SVeNzZHzdpI/AAAAAAAAADA/ym2G_sTd9HQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-2786153031499356686</id><published>2008-11-09T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:15:53.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SRab702vmCI/AAAAAAAAACY/30oVlIlLh9U/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266568266359216162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SRab702vmCI/AAAAAAAAACY/30oVlIlLh9U/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SRab8LxgF8I/AAAAAAAAACg/Xpu_CE0MaeE/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266568272511244226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SRab8LxgF8I/AAAAAAAAACg/Xpu_CE0MaeE/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SRab7ZPX8HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/p0wk-r9KiPs/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266568258946330738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SRab7ZPX8HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/p0wk-r9KiPs/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;holiday baru start.. so now slowly cari things to do during this one month plus.. workin..? lazy laa.. ahakz.. laz thursday wuz lil calvin dior 17th birthday.. it wuz fun n great...! ahakz.. love seeing so many ppl there n they were like very active n crazy.. ahakz... well, its not too late.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALVIN..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then the next day, i went to swinburne to meet christine and gwen.. hihi.. then jumpa jze.. omgosh.. everybody's changing.. feel like yesterday dat we were together but the fact is.. its almost 1 year since we ol together.. wat a reunion.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;then we mamam at pizza junction... nymnyum... met GUMA my dear for a while.. huhu.. mish him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;last bt not least.. to cd and gwen.. tqs for da great nite...!! mish u guys... muahmuah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-2786153031499356686?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/2786153031499356686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=2786153031499356686' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/2786153031499356686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/2786153031499356686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2008/11/recent-days.html' title='recent days'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SRab702vmCI/AAAAAAAAACY/30oVlIlLh9U/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-6628118337086149634</id><published>2008-10-08T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:28:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happily ever after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SOxgZV9_XtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uckCE645nlc/s1600-h/19-09-08_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254680853744672466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SOxgZV9_XtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uckCE645nlc/s400/19-09-08_2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;met sumone few months back.. he is GUMA.. =) he's the one who shines my days.. life isnt easy without him besides.. though our relationship is kinda like a roller coaster lately but we make it through.. with love and care 4 on another, ntg is imposible.. yah.. life isnt so great lately.. so many things goin on.. and it feels like all the burden are on my shoulder.. GOD bless me.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604298526267982461-6628118337086149634?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/6628118337086149634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=6628118337086149634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/6628118337086149634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/6628118337086149634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2008/10/happily-ever-after.html' title='happily ever after'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SOxgZV9_XtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uckCE645nlc/s72-c/19-09-08_2306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604298526267982461.post-5201675711013206913</id><published>2008-09-16T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:31:28.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oRdiNaRy GaL oN tRacK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_DJ2VV_II/AAAAAAAAAAk/l_Y6wszczqc/s1600-h/Picture+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246626664881192066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_DJ2VV_II/AAAAAAAAAAk/l_Y6wszczqc/s400/Picture+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_C-IR7ZyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CD2gu4Cb-Us/s1600-h/redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246626463540274978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_C-IR7ZyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CD2gu4Cb-Us/s400/redo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_C0QpmwYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cFTLuTtxxm4/s1600-h/redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_AYA9pAAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9FFtmsvZy9I/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246623609717850114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_AYA9pAAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9FFtmsvZy9I/s400/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;oRdiNaRy GaL oN tRacK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm amanda. turning 18th dz year. juz started blogging in Blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its ol bout me and my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ngee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tryna start everything ol over again now.. past is past.. there's no use looking back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; used to be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;today, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and today used to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;and tomorrow is future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;wat really matter is tomorrow... its not how we start.. but how everything turn out to be a great masterpiece.. in the end, satisfication is the best award or present that human receive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gud luck manda..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GBU ol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/604298526267982461-5201675711013206913?l=ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/feeds/5201675711013206913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604298526267982461&amp;postID=5201675711013206913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/5201675711013206913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604298526267982461/posts/default/5201675711013206913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ordinarygirlontrack.blogspot.com/2008/09/ordinary-gal-on-track.html' title='oRdiNaRy GaL oN tRacK'/><author><name>amanda ambrose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308054325242459984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_E-eZQMQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3b1Etq79onQ/S220/1_156636947s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkA-y48ecRU/SM_DJ2VV_II/AAAAAAAAAAk/l_Y6wszczqc/s72-c/Picture+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
