<?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-2886663009701072066</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:40:14.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WorldByLISA xD</title><subtitle type='html'>What's somebody like you, doing in a place like this?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4400090048496395908</id><published>2010-08-13T05:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T05:52:14.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG :O</title><content type='html'>Aiyoo, I'm onlining at 5.50am in the morinig, reporting right after sahur. Oh wait, yeaaaahh HAPPY RAMADHAN! Okaay ermm, my blog has really been kinda neglected for a while now. Hmm, can't do it now although I have so many, too many stuff to write about. But I guess I'll have to wait for the weekend lah. Sorry D: Happy puasaaaa :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4400090048496395908?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4400090048496395908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4400090048496395908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4400090048496395908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4400090048496395908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg-o.html' title='OMG :O'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-877445569371519237</id><published>2010-07-24T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T14:21:48.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T H I R T E E N :)</title><content type='html'>YESH YESH YESH, I am 13 today! Weeeeeeeee :D HAHA,  got non stop notifications due to Birthday Wishes from my friends on my profile :D HAHA, thanks guys :) LOVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-877445569371519237?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/877445569371519237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=877445569371519237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/877445569371519237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/877445569371519237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/07/t-h-i-r-t-e-e-n.html' title='T H I R T E E N :)'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5577297168118066346</id><published>2010-07-09T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:39:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I'm blogging from my mom's office now. By some goddamn rule, they blocked Facebook here -,-'' :P There are some tricks to go online but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leceh laa.. jadi malas terus&lt;/span&gt; :P So, I took the time to actually, finally update this blog of mine. See the title up there? Been meaning to post something about letting go. Yes, I will say at times, lots of times, I feel like screaming my &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/TDdCh8WZpWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xFZ84CYNoSE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/TDdCh8WZpWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xFZ84CYNoSE/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491931421504808290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whole heart out till it rips right out of my chest. Sometimes, I wanna do that 'cause things don't go my way or sometimes it's just 'cause. Just 'cause you need to let go. Yeah. I think that says what's exactly in my head ATM. What the hell is happening? :O I'm getting sore and tired of drama. I guess I'm the type of people who fusses about lil' things. As I said, I wanna scream :) But hav&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/TDdCsfiJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_5D8ILwZOAc/s1600/messi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/TDdCsfiJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_5D8ILwZOAc/s320/messi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491931602748045906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en't found the right place where nobody will see me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s : Yeah, Argentina lost. I'm so freakin' sad. ISOKAY, will still root for them in '14 :D But I just couldn't satnd looking at Messi's pics after the game. He looked so sad :( NVM, Lisa still lahvs yah :D I gatta pic of him in my wallet :D PSYCHO&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/2886663009701072066-5577297168118066346?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5577297168118066346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5577297168118066346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5577297168118066346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5577297168118066346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go?'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/TDdCh8WZpWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xFZ84CYNoSE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-1189720383362815383</id><published>2010-07-02T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:49:36.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChocKrispies.</title><content type='html'>What's up with the title? Naaah, it's nothing. Just thought of something random :) Now, I'm stuck with this goddamnf'in flu &gt;:-O Kept sneezing since I got home :'( Heh? I realized nothin' on FIFA has been updated on ma blog :D Heeheee, slipped my mind :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, I'm not thaaaaat fanatic but I watch football as well :D Well, only matches with Argentina in 'em :D  Messi &amp;amp; Pastore lahvlahv :D Weeehehehe :D Watching tomorrow's match 'fo 'sho. Argentina's going against Germany. Tension in the house -,-'' My dad's supporting Germany. Well, do'h. OFC laaa :P But hey he says Argentina might win :D But anything can happen :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-1189720383362815383?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/1189720383362815383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=1189720383362815383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1189720383362815383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1189720383362815383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/07/chockrispies.html' title='ChocKrispies.'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-472722051733097606</id><published>2010-06-27T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:17:39.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/TCYnoZAtrEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/r-2lhjs-rqw/s1600/Copy+(2)+of+lisabraces.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Haha, as usual Ms. LNMK here. Okay, I promised right? HAHA, so this is me fulfilling it :D SO, updates? I’ll give you a list of ‘em ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;As you guys already read in the previous post, I got BUH-RAY-CES :D Weeeee, haha :D My teeth has always been a bit, a lot, to forward? Is that the right word? :P Anyway, you get what I mean :P So, I was kinda excited to get braces :D My aunt had a friend whose dad had a dental clinic. And so, I did my braces there &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; with my aunt :D Mine’s BLUE :D As I also said, I am very de glad Aida got hers around the same time. So, we can go through the pain and fun of braces together! HAHAHA. Aida did hers at the same dentist Ry got her braces :D Yeah, it’s fun having your best friends understanding what you’re going through. Especially if their going through it too :P Aida and me planned to change colours for next year’s sports day. YELLOW :D Sports house spirit, woooohoooo xD Ry can’t do that for her sports house ‘cause hers are a different type of braces. It’s kinda transparent, so you don’t really see that she got braces on :P Her brackets are like clips whereas mine and Aida’s have to use something like elastic bands to hold the brackets and wire together. The elastic bands are the colourful thingies :P I guess braces are pretty much awesome. Despite the pain tho -,-” HAHA. Hmmm, lots of people are getting ‘em too. Well, the more the merrier :P &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;SO second? Well, I gatta new baby cousin. She’s sho freakin’ ah-dorable. IDK why, but she is just so freakin’ ah-dorable! Wait, I said that twice? :P Haha, I think she’s the only cousin whom I spend the most time with as a baby. Since I’m close to my aunt, I get to see baby Zee often :D I had a chat with my aunt the other day. She was telling me how the cute lil’ gal was born. After hearing, I had second thoughts about getting a baby when I grow up later! HAHA. But seriously, the amount of pain women have to go through when they give birth is just indescribable. The sacrifice our moms did just to get US out of their bellies! Sometimes, I regret all the times I talked backed to my mom, or by anyway making her feel sad after hearing the pain moms have to go through for their babies. And after hearing all that, I wonder how come some teenage moms can just dump their babies! NOW THAT GETS ME MAD. I mean, sometimes I read in the papers about teenage pregnancies and found babies in the Dumpster. I’m like, Okay, these babies are friggin’ innocent people! You can’t just dump ‘em! The least you can do is send them to an orphanage of something. It was your fault anyway, don’t make the baby the victim. Plus, I can’t imagine how they can easily give up the baby after going through hell and back getting their precious selves out. There’s a song for the ‘Kami Prihatin’ campaign. Touching &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;gila doh. &lt;/i&gt;HAHA. Hmm, so yeah, lahv yer moms. After hearing about how babies were born, I feel so guilty for putting my mom through that. LOL xD &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi- mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;Numbuh three? Welllllllll, my mommy got herself a DSLR, Canon 500D. Uh-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I mean, that baby is friggin’ awesome man. In fact, he’s right beside moi A.T.M. Why did I say &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;he&lt;/b&gt;? Well because I named ‘em! HAHA, LOL xD His name is now officially Connor bin. Canon xD HAHAHA. My mom said okay so, yeah, her 500D is now named Connor :D I’ve been experimenting with the baby. I won’t dare call myself a pro, HAHA. I’m such a newbie! -,-” But, yeah I love it. I love hearing the loud *click* sound after snapping a picture. I love the vibrant colours of a picture taken by the DSLR. I love the fine details of the picture that sometimes, I don’t even see with my OWN eyes! It feels like seeing things in a whole ‘nother way. It’s just awesome. Maybe, I’ll learn more on how to use it to the fullest of its capabilities. As for now, I’m taking one step at a time. Plus, I can only use it under my mom’s supervision anyway! HAHA, my bad for damaging her digital Pentax before this :P HAHAHA xD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, I guess that’s it for now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt; Me wanna ciao :D Goooooooodnight!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;LNMK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2886663009701072066-472722051733097606?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/472722051733097606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=472722051733097606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/472722051733097606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/472722051733097606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/06/haha-as-usual-ms.html' title='Deal ;)'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-8511996867226043092</id><published>2010-06-23T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:54:06.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG :O</title><content type='html'>Omigoshh, it's been so long, toooo long since I last updated. I'm so sorry! I haven't been in the, errmm, mood these few days. Heck, weeks :P Well, okay I'll promise you guys one thing, I will update some more stuff this weekend. I can't really write so much right now eventhough I really have so much to write :P BUT no worries :D This weekend I promise :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and p/s: My mouth is metal-full as I just got my braces! Weeeeeeeeee :P IDK, I guess its the new 'in' thing :P LOL But, hey! I really need 'em. I'm glad Aida got them too cuz I'm glad to have my best friend going through it with me. And with our senior sifu, Ryhanna :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay! GTG NOW!! :D BYE ;) This weekend, I promise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-8511996867226043092?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/8511996867226043092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=8511996867226043092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8511996867226043092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8511996867226043092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/06/omg-o.html' title='OMG :O'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-6121753301792471000</id><published>2010-05-16T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:42:53.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo Facts xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What makes me 'ME'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LISA EMMKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I hate vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Whenever I get in to the car I automatically put on my seatbelts and I will cross my legs, or put one leg up on the seat and leave the other dangling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I watch the Oprah Winfrey Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I love sports. Soccer, badminton, track &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and more. But I'm 'sofa king' lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I speak fluent sarcasm &amp;gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I have an on and off sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I will ALWAYS spill my drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I'm such a klutz. My clumsiness causes all the bruises on my legs :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I have a freakish habit of always smiling :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I'm aggressive and tough. So you do NOT wanna mess with moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I can have a girly side at the same time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Imma GLEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like to sing in the showers. VERY LOUDLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like heights :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;fart&lt;/u&gt; a lot when I'm excited :P Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I love to WRITE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I'm a major History geek. Mostly, I read stuff related to the World War II, Hindenburg crash, Adolf Hitler and Nazi stuff. Daaaaaamn, they were assholes. The Holocaust stuffs &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;pun &lt;/i&gt;I&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; baca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like EATING! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Imma bookworm. GEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like being on stage. 'Cause I like performing :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Some of my fav movie series are Star Wars and Lord of The Rings. I like watched them a gazillion times edi&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:D Again, geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like blogging xD Ahb-viously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I don't forgive EASILY. Neither do I say SORRY easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love curry puffs or &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;karipap &lt;/i&gt;in Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I don't puke easily. I can't even remember the last time I threw up. Oh wait, yes! 2008 was the last time I vomited xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I don't have a favourite colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I love laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like switching radio channels when I'm in the car. Between Hitz, Red, Mix or Fly. Mostly Hitz.fm lar x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I don't believe in LUCK. But I like using phrases like '&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Nasib baik&lt;/i&gt;' and 'Good luck' :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like chatting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I'm like very talkative once you get to know me xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;32.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I like to chew on &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;ICE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When I drink, I bite my straw xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;34.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I don't always do my homeworks xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;35.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Oh and I like listening to Taylor Swift, Boys Like Girls, Evanescence, Paramore, Colibie Caillat, Green Day, MCR, Kelly Clarkson, Demi Lovato, Alanis Morisette, Jason Derulo &amp;lt;3, Justin Bieber (shut up, he ain't gay -,-") and like loooooooooooooooooooooooooooots more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLs from&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LNMK xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-6121753301792471000?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/6121753301792471000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=6121753301792471000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6121753301792471000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6121753301792471000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/weirdo-facts-xd_16.html' title='Weirdo Facts xD'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-7909025995089597902</id><published>2010-05-16T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:38:46.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was like scrolling through Sakinah's Tumblr and I found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471769006793471074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S--g68bqtGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rDugQnBF0pc/s320/sakky%27sblog.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I went all "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :')" I love you too, Sakinah :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-7909025995089597902?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/7909025995089597902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=7909025995089597902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7909025995089597902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7909025995089597902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/awwww-xd.html' title='Awwww xD'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S--g68bqtGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rDugQnBF0pc/s72-c/sakky%27sblog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4651718298846176039</id><published>2010-05-16T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:30:09.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Thirteen :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S--eQwpF6-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/CxVHnHtUgj0/s1600/anna+and+qyla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471766083050793954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S--eQwpF6-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/CxVHnHtUgj0/s320/anna+and+qyla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww, so today my 'daughter' (LOL) Anna has turned thirteen! It's a wonder how my daughter can be two months older than moi! Mehehehehehe &gt;:) So, I called her today using my mom's phone. I put on a Fran Fine voice and picked up a Chinese slang. She couldn't guess it was me! LOL It was so damn funnney. We were like laughing over the phone :D Today also happens to be Qyla's birthday :) It's amazing that both of them were born on the same day, almost the same time and in the same friggin HOSPITAL! And and and they've been in the same school since standarad one lagi xD I wished Aqilah too today :) Gosh, I lahv these people :) Can;t wait for school tomorrow so I can give them their pressies! :D Happy sweet thirteen guys! May Allah bless you :* And thanks, thanks for everything. I love you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELL AI ESS AYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4651718298846176039?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4651718298846176039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4651718298846176039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4651718298846176039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4651718298846176039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-thirteen.html' title='Sweet Thirteen :*'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S--eQwpF6-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/CxVHnHtUgj0/s72-c/anna+and+qyla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-6390046875267600419</id><published>2010-05-15T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:44:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SatSatSatSchoolSchoolSchool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yeah, today even tho' it was a Sat, we still had school. Sekolah ganti. We did our ICTL and Sivik tests. Okay, I really did underestimated LI. Damn susah maaann. Objective part kacang but the subjective part I'm like ':O' and 'o.O' and '-,-"'. WTH I answered I oso donno :P Hmmm. LOL before test, when En Hanizam was handing out the papers, I apologized for every baaaaaad stuff I said about him xD Mintak berkat enn. LOL xD But the best part was during the test I donno who or where but I'm guessing it could've been some carnival or something cause they were like playing songs. And we could hear 'em from class. So, we did the tests with some background music xD Not really my kind of songs 'cause at one point they were playing 'Poco Poco' -___-" But but BUTT, there was Baby – Justin Bieber! LMAO xD When we heard the song, Aida was like looking back at me from her seat and mouthing the songs :P "And I was like baby baby baby oooohh! Like baby baby baby nooooo!" LOL xD Ada sorang mamat ni pandai sgt enn pegi&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S-7BWA0EZcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HAv_X5LERx0/s1600/sekar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471523181221406146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S-7BWA0EZcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HAv_X5LERx0/s320/sekar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nyanyi 'Babi babi babi ooooh!' -,-" Sivik was a piece of cake. I didn't even study :P Oh oh oh and they played this one song, it was kind of an old Indonesian song, Ruang Rindu by Letto. It used to be the theme song of Sekar, when they used to air it on Astro. I'd watch the drama with my grandma everyday xD Here's a bit of the lyrics :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dan aku mulai takut terbawa cinta&lt;br /&gt;menghirup rindu yang sesakkan dada&lt;br /&gt;jalanku hampa dan kusentuh dia&lt;br /&gt;terasa hangat oh didalam hati&lt;br /&gt;kupegang erat dan kuhalangi waktu&lt;br /&gt;tak urung jua kulihatnya pergi&lt;br /&gt;tak pnah kuragu dan slalu kuingat&lt;br /&gt;kerlingan matamu dan sentuhan hangat&lt;br /&gt;ku saat itu mencari makna&lt;br /&gt;tumbuhkan rasa yg sesakkan dada"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, we went for recess. We got free 'nasi lemaks' and free drinks x) After recess, was SUPPOSED to be our gotong-royong thingy but I didn't do scratch. Takda cikgu yang supervise pon :P Me and the rest of the gang lepaked in class xD We did all sorts of wacky stuffs. At first, Sabby and I played with our wallets. I stood on the other side of the fence while she'd throw her wallet and I'd catch it on the other side. It wasn't a shallow fence kayyy. About IDeeKay, eerrrmmm, 20 feet high? I could be exaggerating but I think so :P Then everybody else joined in xD Then we were like contenging the new whiteboard that our foster mommy Pn Sharifah got us for the class xD And they were handing out free H1N1 masks. So we played with it. You can't believe the stuff we could do with those babies :P Then, we raced. We raced from the corridor outside our class until the canteen. So, peeps, these are examples of what jobless people do xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, my mom picked me up and we went to Times Square. We had lunch and I was planning to get birthday pressies for the May babies xD And then we did a bit of shopping. I got myself three T-shirts. I got one that had The Joker on it. Another with a pic of a bike and another with bowling pins. Joey oso got himself a Tee. His had a clown on it. We ronda ronda TS till we got tired and decided to go homeeeeeeee. So now here I am :D I fell asleep in the car actually :P Apparently in the wrong position and now I am suffering from neck pain xP LOL Okay, now I think imma go watch some TeeVee or Tumblr lah. Catch yah later. Chow. Nooooo, not Megan Chow :P Ciao xD&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;Lisa MK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-6390046875267600419?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/6390046875267600419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=6390046875267600419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6390046875267600419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6390046875267600419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/satsatsatschoolschoolschool.html' title='SatSatSatSchoolSchoolSchool'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S-7BWA0EZcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HAv_X5LERx0/s72-c/sekar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-6942279506832278884</id><published>2010-05-12T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:39:08.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleerrrghhhhh</title><content type='html'>God dammit. I'm sorry for not updating for quite sometime. I just haven't been in, errm, the mood? I've been feeling suckish. I know I am reaaaaalllllyy not supposed to be online, sorry Mom :P but I just feel that I really need to blog. And just for the record, in WORDS, I did my homework already and I did not go on Facebook :P So, yeah, suckish. I've been thinking about the things I can't have. Probably never. Butt never shout never, Aida would say. But IDEEKAY :S I am soooooo glad right now I have uhmazingg friends who get me through the day. And a lahvly family. It's just that, I keep thinking about the 'What if(s)...'. What if this never happened, what if &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S-p256-3X8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/PPhB2Lvn1hQ/s1600/ahchoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470315434852442050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S-p256-3X8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/PPhB2Lvn1hQ/s320/ahchoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that would turn out this way and this and that. I see my life as perfection. I'm not saying I'm perfect, I have my embarassing moments. Eg, I fell in the drain today, sneezed out loud in the library (not an ideal place to sneeze) et cetera. But with all those accidents, I got great friends laugh it off with and so, I view it as perfection. Hey, that's my way of seeing it. But still suckishnesssss. Bleerrggghhhhhhhh. And I am SO SICK of hearing love songs right now on the radio :P Gohd, listening to them and knowing that I had those times when a guy made my heart skip beats, smile insanely histerically (is that right?) and just becomes the... I don't know. But you're getting what I mean, right? Yeah I am being such a sour puss at the mo. Sore loser -,-''&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;But who else am I ganna pour it out on if not for my beloved companion, Blogger.com :P But I am being so ungrateful to the things I already have. I have wonderful people in my life. YOU are welcomed to invite yourself and be one of those people :P The more the merrier. But is there one last invitation to say, invite this ONE last person? Gawwddd, I feel so friggin' sorry for myself having letting myself fall for someone &lt;em&gt;so hard&lt;/em&gt;, and soon enough forgetting the fact that the person was capable of breaking me so &lt;em&gt;easily.&lt;/em&gt; Knowing that now, well, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A line from Fifteen by Taylor Swift :) Yeah. Well, IDK. I'll figure it out sooner or later. *Sigh sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-6942279506832278884?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/6942279506832278884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=6942279506832278884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6942279506832278884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6942279506832278884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/bleerrrghhhhh.html' title='Bleerrrghhhhh'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S-p256-3X8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/PPhB2Lvn1hQ/s72-c/ahchoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5730222562282948965</id><published>2010-05-02T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:37:49.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S91Hc2-dZVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uWfn1VxlTWo/s1600/wallpost.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S91Hc2-dZVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uWfn1VxlTWo/s320/wallpost.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466604083817047378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the post. I wrote that on Keanu's wall the day before I registered to SAB. That time I didn't even knew Haziq yet. But I'll admit, I did check out his profile and thought that he was KINDA cute -.- Didn't know. I feel so pufetic at the mo. If you can't see it, &lt;i&gt;besarkan page lagi! &lt;/i&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5730222562282948965?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5730222562282948965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5730222562282948965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5730222562282948965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5730222562282948965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title='WOW.'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S91Hc2-dZVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uWfn1VxlTWo/s72-c/wallpost.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-8286720514043632875</id><published>2010-05-02T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:32:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUFFS</title><content type='html'>28th April &gt; She said she was sorry. What the f*** am I supposed to do now?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29th April &gt; GAwd. I received a call from Qyla and she was near to tears. Bedah started saying stuff about her. So much for an apology -____-'' _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2886663009701072066-8286720514043632875?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/8286720514043632875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=8286720514043632875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8286720514043632875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8286720514043632875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/stuffs.html' title='STUFFS'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4735603995961074454</id><published>2010-05-02T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:29:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Heylo xD 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of April here. Still can’t go online and still typing on Microsoft Word. Sheesh, pafetic &lt;i&gt;betol&lt;/i&gt; :P So, drama &lt;i&gt;tak habis-habis la &lt;/i&gt;-_____-” Kinda getting sick of it but then again, debating (the polite way to put it) it’s kinda really fun xD Remember Bedah? From my previous post ? Okay well, screw the name, Bedah already knows she’s Bedah xD LMFAO So, if it ain’t obvious enough for you lemme just tell yah it’s Am**** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;So, she came down to 1 Budi before class today early this morning. Wow, she got nerve comin’ down there tadi. &lt;i&gt;Nasib baik &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Izati wasn’t there or else &lt;i&gt;habis dia&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;bantai&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;minah tu&lt;/i&gt;! :P She said she needed to ‘talk’ to me in private. Well, hokay what the hell &lt;i&gt;lah.&lt;/i&gt; So, this is what she had to say. “Look, I know I’m wrong but I’m not the only one wrong here.” Blah blah blah, and some stuff else I seem to have forgotten. She said some more stuff, actually. When she wanted my response the only thing I said was “Okay, fine I get your point. But I have nothing I really need to say to you.” Then, she left. Anna, Sabby, Nurin, Aida, Ry and Keans was waiting for my report right after she left. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;And then, before recess, Xian En came to my class and passed me a lil’ card from Am****. I kinda felt it was kinda childish to pass notes like that -,- ” WTH :@ It contained;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:center; line-height:115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt;You don’t understand. What you understand is that I’m the only one wrong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;If you want to settle this, meet me at the tangga nest to the girls’ toilet after rehat when dah boleh masuk class. You can bring Sakinah if you want or whoever yang nak ikut I don’t really care. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;So, what the hell &lt;i&gt;la. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went to the &lt;i&gt;tangga &lt;/i&gt;and on the way Anna said, she’s waiting upstairs. I was like, Oooo, this is gonn’ be interesting. I &lt;i&gt;pegi,&lt;/i&gt; I was followed by practically all the girls &lt;i&gt;yang&lt;/i&gt; the Upstairs Kids classify as Budak Gedik. WTF &lt;i&gt;la &lt;/i&gt;-.- They wanna say we’re the Budak Gedik FINE &lt;i&gt;la. &lt;/i&gt;I don’t give a damn, but the fact is, they don’t even know us. So, Sabby, Anna, Aida, Ryhanna, Ainin, Qyla, Sakinah, Nurin, Ize, Syeera &lt;i&gt;semua ikut &lt;/i&gt;xD But the ones that went up with me were Sakinah and Nurin. The rest &lt;i&gt;lepak kat bawah tangga je. &lt;/i&gt;I don’t think they were able to hear us anyway -.- So, the ‘debate’ went on. Nurin and Sakinah gave Am**** a piece of their mind. YOU GO, GIRLS! She stayed there, not saying much except for, I know I’m wrong but I won’t take the blame for everything, And you don’t even have feelings for Haziq anymore when you guys broke up so &lt;i&gt;salah ke &lt;/i&gt;I post those stuff on Facebook (like how the fu*kin hell does she know and who does she THINK she is &lt;i&gt;nak cakap cam tu?)&lt;/i&gt;, Stop blaming me for everything. Blah blah blah, same stuff she said before. But Sakinah and Nurin really kicked ass &lt;i&gt;tadi. &lt;/i&gt;I love those women xD I gave Am**** a piece of my mind, too. But the truth is, I don’t really have anything much left to say to her. I understand what kind of person she is so I know that I would’ve somehow been wasting my saliva. But honestly, I couldn’t really think of stuff to say to her. To me, we were just done. But, if she stated something, I did fight back for my right &lt;i&gt;la. &lt;/i&gt;I’m a good debater, I will say. &lt;i&gt;Ceyah, bajet sendiri. &lt;/i&gt;And so is Nurin and Sakinah. We were getting kinda late for class, but I didn’t worry much cause Ustaz Kamil was absent today so it was KINDA okay to be a lil’ late :P But Nurin and Sakinah needed to get back to their classes. And apparently so did Am****. SO, she said we’ll finish this at the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Badminton   Court&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; at 3pm sharp. In my heart, I was like kinda saying, What the hell is there left to ‘settle’? It’s done. I’m done. And WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO BE ORDERING US WHERE AND WHEN TO GO? What the f*** &lt;i&gt;lah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;So, we went back to class. Filled Aida, Ry, Syeera and Ainin on what happened. Ainin said, she thought that Am**** just wanted to meet us at the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;B Court&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; to ‘fight’ back. I somehow didn’t believe that. But HEY, she was RIGHT. &lt;i&gt;Kitorang datang je, &lt;/i&gt;she straight away attacked Sabby and said, “You were listening our conversation tadi kann? Why were you listening? I know you were listening!” Sabby was like WTH?! Sabby said “Mana ada kay! I was following Anna je and WTH la!” And Am**** was like saying it on ‘marah’ tone. I said, “So what if Sabby heard? She’s MY FRIEND jugak!” I was getting pissed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;We went to the ‘Formation Counter’ as Am**** calls it -.- to &lt;i&gt;settle&lt;/i&gt; stuff. I don’t wanna type the whole convo out. &lt;i&gt;Penatlah jari &lt;/i&gt;I&lt;i&gt; nak type :P &lt;/i&gt;But some parts I’ll say la. So we started off when I asked, “So, I’m here now what do you want from me?” Then Sakinah started singing and made me laugh xD We debated –okay fine, ARGUED and I said what I needed to say but I didn’t have much. I just asked her, if she says I blame her for stuff tell me what are the stuff? She said I blamed her for breaking up me and Haziq. Well, I said la, “Look, I’m not blaming you for that. Maybe it was really meant to end but you made things a hell lot worse. You freakin’ sent a picture of Nadhrah to Haziq’s phone WHILE we were still with each other. Like, how the fuck*n hell crappy did you think I felt?” And some more blah blah blah. Argue, argue, argue. Zzzzzz *snore* I’m getting sleepy. And then Am**** was getting ready to leave and said “Look do you want us to be friends again cause of you don’t then it’s your loss.” MY LOSS?! Wadefak mann xD LMAO LMAO LMAO and LMAO xD Then said stuff some more and then Nurin took my arm and just said, “Look, we’re wasting our time here. Let’s just leave.” I had to say I kinda agreed with her. So we left. &lt;i&gt;Lantak ah&lt;/i&gt;. I don’t give a damn no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt; My loss kann? xD So, fine with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt; Like Syeera said, I’d rather go home and play with Barbie dolls xD LOL So, I don’t really know where to end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt; Conclusion is, I don’t think I can ever be the same with her anymore. We used to talk to the phone with each other for hours. We used to chat with each other for hours. We used to, oh a lot of things la. But, if this is what it is then I don’t want it anymore. I’d be better off playing with my Barbie dolls at home, LMAO xD&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Bak kata Aishwriyaa, SABAR JE LAH! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2886663009701072066-4735603995961074454?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4735603995961074454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4735603995961074454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4735603995961074454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4735603995961074454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/heylo-xd-27-th-of-april-here.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-151556112725095505</id><published>2010-05-02T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:26:47.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewsFlash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Hey. So, newsflash? Hmm, where do I begin? Word’s probably out and I’m not sure whether you’ve heard it, but I broke it off with Haziq. Okay, if you’re reading this right now, just FYI I’m actually typing this out on Microsoft Word first, as my restrictions from the internet does not allow me to be online on weekdays :P Haha xD Anyways, so if you’re reading this, lemme just tell you right now, it’s the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of April 2010, Monday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt; Okay, so what happened? To those who already know I don’t think I need to tell you guys again. But to those who don’t, Beyonce’s ‘If I were a boy’ explains is all :) And so does Rihanna's Take a Bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, from where I am sitting right now, I’ve been realizing that Nadhrah was never at fault. I now feel guilty for calling her a bitch once or twice, or maybe lots of times :P So, Nadhrah, if &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt; you happen to be reading this, I am honestly sorry for misunderstanding you. Yes, I may have said mean things about you long time ago, (long time ago meaning 2-3 weeks ago xD) but hey, you’d be mad if your boyfriend whom you were currently CO told you on a piece of ripped of paper stating, Lisa, I have feelings for this girl so and so and ended the note with a ‘=P’ smiley. Like hell yeah, if I could have been so cool about that and not feel anything, then I shouldn’t have been calling him my beau. But instead, I went to the girls’ loo and poured my eyes out &lt;i&gt;macam &lt;/i&gt;psycho. I’m glad I have understanding friends like Anna, Aida and Sarah that day when the note was passed to me as they did not run after me to the toilet. They gave me some space and they understood me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;BUT(T) unfortunately, the situation got a &lt;b&gt;hell &lt;/b&gt;lot more shitty after that when people started taking sides. They might not say it but there’s probably a division between the ‘Budak Bawah’ and the ‘Budak Atas’. Easy translation, kids from the ground floor class and kids from the upstairs class, translated respectively &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt; I have lots of connections with some of the Upstairs’ Kids whom are my friends as I am in 1 Budi, located on the lower ground. I have loads of friends sticking up for me. Generally cause the somewhat ‘feud’ has been involving people even outside the circle, between Upstairs and Downstairs&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;xD If it were ‘adults’, this matter would have just been quietly between Haziq, me and Nadhrah and probably a few of our very close friends. But hey &lt;i&gt;nama pun &lt;/i&gt;high school. But I really do appreciate those sticking up for me. Mainly because of this one girl Upstairs from One Emm, who creates the conflicts that I personally think would have never occurred without her having to SCREAM out her opinions out loud on Facebook and her blog, which she would have never even HAVE ONE without my teaching her where to create her own blog and encouraged her to update it :P And it was her &lt;i&gt;yang jadi batu api &lt;/i&gt;between Upstairs and Downstairs. And it really showed lots on people what kind of a person she truly is and can be. I’m not saying that I’m &lt;i&gt;such an ANGEL, &lt;/i&gt;but at LEAST, I am considerate enough to think of other people’s feelings. AND and to add on that, it kinda shows her affections towards a certain ‘SOMEONE’ *&lt;b&gt;ehemehem&lt;/b&gt;*:P But HEY, I AM NOT SAYING ANYTHING! Muahahaha xD &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;So, point is, Nadhrah was somehow just put in the situation, SHITUATION. (Got that from Nasreen xD) By coincidence or by fate I don’t know. She’s just stuck there. And somehow, Sarah shares the same opinion as I do now. But &lt;b&gt;those&lt;/b&gt; around us, whom I will not state their name(s), somehow made the shituation worse. It would have never ended so badly, if it weren’t for those certain people. &lt;i&gt;Siapa makan cili dia rasa pedas la, &lt;/i&gt;FYI &lt;i&gt;orang yang &lt;/i&gt;I mentioned &lt;i&gt;tadi &lt;/i&gt;:P&lt;i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Probably it was just meant to end but I would have preferred it to be ended for a different reason. But by the way I dumped Haziq, at the end of the sentence, I added ‘Get lost, idiot.’ I donno if Haziq even heard it, cuz it kinda took me a lot of nerve to even say it and probably my voice wasn’t even projected loud enough for him to hear it . But it doesn’t matter that much as long as I said it. But our ‘relationship’ was so loose already that even if I had thrown a brick on his head it wouldn’t even matter, cause I wasn’t really considered somewhat ‘special’ anymore to him. Boys will be boys but I just pray that one day Joey will never be the same kind of heartbreaker.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMYGOSH, this post is so long xD &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Anyways, will continue. Since, our break up, the feud kinda got worse. The ‘girl’ that I mentioned, posted even more stuff on Facebook and her blog. I find it - well lots of people find it - somewhat very immature and soooooo primary school. But hey, some people are just in need of so much attention. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, &lt;i&gt;kann&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt; I am still friends with Haziq. I can still chat with him and he is still capable of making me LMAO and somehow I am still able of doing the same to him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was as if &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; ever happened. But, I dare say I am somehow over him. I can listen to AKON ft. David Guetta’s ‘Sexy Chick’ on the radio and not a feel a thing anymore as I know he is very fond of that song. He can text me asking me for tomorrow’s timetable and I would reply but my heart doesn’t ‘jump in excitement’ anymore waiting for his reply as I use to. He can ‘Hey’ me on YM but I won’t smile as wide as I used to. I can pass by The Coffee Bean and not feel a thing as I know he loves having mocha lattes there. When I look at him there’s just… nothingness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe a few pieces of my heart are still with him, and I will soon retrieve them back for I do still remember lots of details about him. OH MY A**, that sentence sounded so &lt;i&gt;jiwang&lt;/i&gt;. BLUEEEKKK xD But seriously translate that into normal terms and you’ll get what I mean. I still &lt;i&gt;kinda &lt;/i&gt;wish it could have never ended but what’s done is done and what’s said is said. There is no changing that and maybe it was just never meant to be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt; I am still friends and on talking terms with him and I do not hate him… I think xP&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Surprisingly, we only lasted thirty seven days. LMFAO xD Like how pe-fa-tic is that? :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt; But I enjoyed it. Every second of it. I have absolutely no regrets, for this has taught me a thing or two for the future. Learn from my mistakes I shall. So, thanks Haziq. For giving me the experience and maybe even getting a glimpse of ‘love’ if that was it. I don’t know, maybe for a &lt;i&gt;mere second &lt;/i&gt;it was or maybe I’d just laugh at myself reading this in ten years’ time cause for all I’d know,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it was just a high-school-teenage-first-love-broke-your-heart cliche. But anyways, as I have said, I have no regrets from this at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m content with the way things are now and I’m learning to accept the ugly truths of life and start appreciating the beautiful ones. This has also taught me who my real friends were, FYI indicating and meant for the One Emm girl. Again, &lt;i&gt;siapa makan cili dia rasa pedas la &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt; :) But I do owe a lot of gratitude to these people; Aida – the ultimate and very supportive one and I just lahv that woman so very much, Ryhanna, Sakinah, KEANU, Izati, Nurin, Anna, Sarah, Sabby, Qyla, Syeera, Izelea, Irina, Malin, Dina D. and MISS. NASREEN x) To those &lt;i&gt;yang &lt;/i&gt;I&lt;i&gt; tak sebut nama&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;janganlah nak kecik hati&lt;/i&gt;, kay? You guys rockass and I really appreciate it. And one more thing, thanks Mama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt; :) Chiao, I’m out xD And if you read this post till’ the end, I now congratulate you. You just spent your time for me reading my craps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri"&gt; :) And for that I love you xD LOL &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;XOXO,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:10.0pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 115%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri"&gt;Lisa \m/ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2886663009701072066-151556112725095505?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/151556112725095505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=151556112725095505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/151556112725095505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/151556112725095505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/05/newsflash.html' title='NewsFlash.'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5749288926542287817</id><published>2010-04-24T14:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:49:36.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Sameon Mat Kilau.</title><content type='html'>Heyho to the people of Earth. So, update? Well, a lot has been happening. And I mean a lot. Okay how do I start? Well, you know there will always be someone in your life where you'd think he/she was a friend or a sibling of yours. A very close friend. But sometimes, they end up backstabbing you. But in my case, she ain't backstabbing meh. She says it out loud in public. I won't do the same as I do not want to stoop to her level. I will say somehow I am quite dissapointed. If you know who you are, then I don't expect you to read it till the end and somehow realize 'something', cause I know you will not. Cause you are those type of people who think based on what they feel at the mo. When you get mad at someone, you forget about all the good times you've had with em. You forget the times when I was there for you, when &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S9Ka2J1y-fI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NBXNI-S6EsI/s1600/criticize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463599553099004402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S9Ka2J1y-fI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NBXNI-S6EsI/s320/criticize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you cried cause Raihah was hanging out with Dina. When, you had a huge crush on Faris, and then you ended up moving schools and stating that you hated him so much. But Faris didn't do a thing. When you needed someone to talk to over the phone and the long hours we could spend just talking to each other. You forget ALL OF THEM. I don't wanna put up with your immatureness. And you criticise me like there's no tomorrow. You might say the reason is because I ignored you. Yes, I did. Wanna know why? Well, you said I was &lt;em&gt;sombong &lt;/em&gt;and one of those &lt;em&gt;gedik &lt;/em&gt;girls. No biggie of a deal, but what you said stabbed hard. I don't really hve much to say cause if this is the kind of person you prove to be, well then I won't waste my time. Just one thing, eat back your words. Cause the stuff you say, sometimes they're just reflecting YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post was dedicated to Bedah Sameon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5749288926542287817?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5749288926542287817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5749288926542287817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5749288926542287817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5749288926542287817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-i-feel-free.html' title='Anak Sameon Mat Kilau.'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S9Ka2J1y-fI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NBXNI-S6EsI/s72-c/criticize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3980645296398068301</id><published>2010-04-17T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:06:31.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>www.formspring/me/lisanurmarini&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://worldbylisa.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-3980645296398068301?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3980645296398068301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3980645296398068301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3980645296398068301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3980645296398068301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-6585621205940410498</id><published>2010-04-07T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:03:22.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PanduPuteriRAWKS :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7yIE1cIIiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/h4ORzBNups0/s1600/ICE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7yIE1cIIiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/h4ORzBNups0/s320/ICE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457386465112105506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we had the weekly Pandu Puteri meeting or Girl Scouts in English xD We had sooooooooooooooooo much fun. We meaning me and AMIL xD We played this game, it was like a treasure hunt game. They gave us clues of places in school and we had to figure out where it is. And when we get there, there's gonna be one of the AJK's and they'll give us tasks in order to receive the next clue. So here goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: Everybody dance now. It's time to show your talent.&lt;br /&gt;So, we figure it'd be at the Hall since we always have performances there :D And true enough, we found Lum Vi Vian there :) Our task was, we had to squat and put straws in our mouths. Then we had to kinda squatwalk from while balancing rubber bands on the straws in our mouths and pass them to the teammate next to us. Oh, P/S I'm in the Orchid PATROL x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: I'm famished. I need to go there now. Really really need to.&lt;br /&gt;Canteen? Obvious enough :D Kak Puteri was there. Our task was to balance a 100 Plus tin can so it can stand on 45 degrees. Okay, I think that sentence is kinda wrong :P LOL whatever :) But you get my point right? :P So yeah we did it! Kinda easy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbuh THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: *toottoot* Go to 2255566622255 33&lt;br /&gt;Phone code. Preetayh easy! I figured it out x) Go to BLOCK E! :D And that's where we found Angeline with a bucket full of ICE and VELLEE COLD WATER!! We had to find a few stuffs in there. Eg, chicken bone ( gerosss ), ERASER, a coin, a candle and a stick. I tried it and it was DAMN cold it that thing. You feel like the ice id pricking your skin and then your hand goes numb :P LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: Run baby run, don't ever look back!&lt;br /&gt;FIELD~~!! :D Kern Rei was there and with what....? Ah, yes a bowl of FLOUR! o.O Yep, you guessed it. We had to find hidden sweets in there with nothing but our mouths. And let me tell yah, FLOUR DOES NOT TASTE GOOD! LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue: You've made it this far, now head back home.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went back to wehre we started which was the badminton court. We came in second, defeated by the LILY PATROL, I think :P :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NVM, we had a load of fun. So To end the day's session, Regina, our PRESIDENT said that we didn't want to waste the ice and water, right? SO, we played and played and played with ICE and VERY COLD WATER xD \m/ Weeeeeee :D Amil and I also took a few ice cubes and baling kat Haziq! LMAO xD Shiann dia :P Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I'll end this post with a poem written by NURIN QISTINA, mah sistah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever took a long time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to think about me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever thought I'd catch your breath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To lay eyes on you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to have somebody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who loves you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I thought about you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd always think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I was yours... heaven is mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each day would shine brighter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel loved and never less,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To know you would never let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To which who owns you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is the luckiest person in the universe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because your love is true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And somehow would be permanent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I always said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're different, better and convincing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-6585621205940410498?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/6585621205940410498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=6585621205940410498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6585621205940410498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6585621205940410498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/04/panduputerirawks-d.html' title='PanduPuteriRAWKS :D'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7yIE1cIIiI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/h4ORzBNups0/s72-c/ICE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-2942934700392028879</id><published>2010-04-03T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:24:09.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I lahv about you (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7cYHTuza1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pdn6u9vtHjQ/s1600/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7cYHTuza1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pdn6u9vtHjQ/s320/MJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455855987417377618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your smile, especially from the side. No wait, from all angles! :P&lt;div&gt;2. Your big head :P *Sorry if offensive, but I juat lahv it xD*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Your &lt;i&gt;Songkok Biru &lt;/i&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Your Michael Jackson pose, LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Your eyes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Your afro, LOL before it got cut T.T Grrr, cursing Mr. Muru &amp;amp; Mr. Tan :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Your voice, deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Your&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; cute butt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;._____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. Your LAUGH! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. Your handwriting, haha. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;11. Your ability to make me breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;12. Your way of making me smile, even by just lookin' at cha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13. Your walk, somehow, I kinda like it LOL :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;14. Your face, like when Anna &amp;amp; Qyla dared me to ask you that question, &lt;i&gt;masa &lt;/i&gt;the teacher who has the major problem with people standing up &lt;i&gt;jadi &lt;/i&gt; relief teacher :D It was RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;15. Your laugh, wait I think I said that already :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;16. Your scent. Kinda weird saying this but, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;17. Your nickname, Zicky Hardster x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;18. When you shake your head :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;19. Your smirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;20. You &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Posted by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lisa (: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-2942934700392028879?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/2942934700392028879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=2942934700392028879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/2942934700392028879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/2942934700392028879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuff-i-lahv-about-you.html' title='Stuff I lahv about you (:'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7cYHTuza1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/pdn6u9vtHjQ/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-9161717821683916593</id><published>2010-04-02T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:05:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jawa Murtad :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7YVjowhbcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mil2HyB_fQw/s1600/images+(3)listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7YVNwceCcI/AAAAAAAAAao/6Gx-EYv17YA/s1600/images+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7YVNwceCcI/AAAAAAAAAao/6Gx-EYv17YA/s320/images+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455571324692728258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey so, looooooong while since I've last updated my blog :D So, I had a kinda interesting conversation with my grandmama this evening. FYI, my whole family from my mother's side, we're JAVANESE xD And I'm proud of it x) But one thing &lt;i&gt;la, &lt;/i&gt;I donno how to SPEAK in Jawa :'( I always ask my mom to teach meh, but she always says, learn by listening :-S Haiyo. I've been doing that. See, I can understand a some stuff when my grandparents or my mom and my aunties talk in Jawa, but prob is I don't know how to speak in Jawa :-S What I do is, I observe 'em. LOL, brings me back to another story when Haziq &lt;i&gt;kata&lt;/i&gt; I was a stalker for knowing that this girl had a crush on him :P Noooo la, its just that I tend to read people and by the way she commented on his stats and stuff on his wall &lt;i&gt;cam&lt;/i&gt; obvious &lt;i&gt;giler &lt;/i&gt;:P Well, I am a stalker for always viewing his profile &lt;i&gt;banyak sangat &lt;/i&gt;anyway xD Wakakakaka xD Hey, he's my boyfie :P Well, back to the topic. So, I told my grandmother that my teacher, Pn. Zarina is also Javanese :D And I have a friend who's mom's Javanese and his dad's a kelantanese, just like my parents :D Okay, getting off track again. So, my grandmother was telling me 'bout one of her brother's wife who couldn't speak in Jawa. She called her a 'Jawa Murtad' which basically means, urmm, kay &lt;i&gt;entah &lt;/i&gt;I donno how to explain in Engalish lar :-S Anyway, I don't wanna be a Jawa Murtad T.T So, gotta listen moooooooooore and preactice. PRACTICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-9161717821683916593?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/9161717821683916593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=9161717821683916593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/9161717821683916593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/9161717821683916593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/04/jawa-murtad-p.html' title='Jawa Murtad :P'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S7YVNwceCcI/AAAAAAAAAao/6Gx-EYv17YA/s72-c/images+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-1816234243553750056</id><published>2010-03-27T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:35:27.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Hahahah xD Znot in a fight anymore :P But I'm still not forgiven for calling her Hafiy :P But we're best friends again LOL xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-1816234243553750056?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/1816234243553750056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=1816234243553750056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1816234243553750056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1816234243553750056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/03/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5318789395716445880</id><published>2010-03-27T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:21:00.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the F---?</title><content type='html'>Amilah and me are in a fight. For GOD's sake woman. It was just a joke. And I've been swearing, a lot. I never wanted the her to his girlfriend or whatsoever. &lt;i&gt;Jangan lah nak salah faham &lt;/i&gt;-.-'' And the world has suddenly gotten crappy in a matter of hours. And crappy moods always result to food. I eat when I'm depressed. A lot. And I'm kinda going for a tuna sandwich later. Maybe one. Or two :S Oh, come ON Amilah. I don't even know the guy.  I just said that he's not half-bad. And I calle you by his name three times. THREE TIMES JE! Crap doh. Suddenly, I feel like I wanna die. Dammit. Curse you Hafiy. EFF YOU! Grr... I'm blaming the wrong reason. Fine, it was my fault I called her Hafiy. But it was a FREAKING JOKE! &gt;&lt; and now i feel like SHIT. *swearing* And I seriously don't wanna come to school. I feel like CRAP. GRRR! X-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5318789395716445880?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5318789395716445880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5318789395716445880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5318789395716445880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5318789395716445880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-f.html' title='What the F---?'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4679933678018521447</id><published>2010-03-20T20:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:00:41.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6TGcqOwUeI/AAAAAAAAAag/NgqqIuqBfIs/s1600-h/love+bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6TGcqOwUeI/AAAAAAAAAag/NgqqIuqBfIs/s320/love+bug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450699644699955682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I'm speechless, over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm just breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never thought that I'd catch this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hopeless, head over heels in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never thought that I'd get hit by this love bug again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exactly! My gosh. I can' put this in words but jyeah I think that chorus bit from 'Lovebug' by Jonas Brothers has explained it all. I have nothing to say. Gah, I love AMILAH FADLINA for putting up with my craps. Hahah, I said that to her and she said, "Nah, it's okay. I love layan-ing your crap," LMAO xD But, honestly thank you!! I lahv you! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, it's a Saturday night. Sitting at home, watching Valentine's Day. Bought the DVD :P Gosh, totally not the best movie choice :P Reminding me of someone &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, hey I just noticed, I have like what, 23 people that visited my blog today :D Awesome. So people, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; the follow button so I know who you guys are! xD I lahv you for just looking at my blog, LOL xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lisa C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4679933678018521447?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4679933678018521447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4679933678018521447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4679933678018521447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4679933678018521447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/03/gaaaaah.html' title='Gaaaaah!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6TGcqOwUeI/AAAAAAAAAag/NgqqIuqBfIs/s72-c/love+bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3626366884483667762</id><published>2010-03-18T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:17:54.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6ILeGM3vJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CL8KjdxQjys/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6ILeGM3vJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CL8KjdxQjys/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449931110760299666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales, huh? That would be Amilah's recent-est blog post title :) Yes, fairy tales rock. And they do exist. Not like the ones in the Disney movies laaa :P But, dreams. Dreams that do come true. BUTT, there's a BUTT (xD), if your dream is to have wings and fly, then you just gotta wake up dude. That is never gonna happen, LOL. Realistic ones are the kind I'm talking about. Well, not SO realistic. Then it wouldn't be a fairy tale. Wait, I'm confusing myself.  Okay, straightening it out. Dreams that you want to come true, but are real enough to happen and it does happen. YES! Okay, I got it now :P But what has been happening recently is how I describe a fairy tale. Prince Charming. Does HE exist? :P LOL, I honestly don't know. I hope so. But, some people are close enough. Very close. Awesomely close to being Prince Charming. Okay fine, he is PC xD He makes butterflies appear in my stomach, time slow down, stomach twisting, heart POUNDING out of my chest and simply makes me SMILE :) No way in hell am I gonna tell you who that person is. Unless you already know :O Haha xD But Amil knows, Anna knows, Elly knows, Aida and RY knows, Kamalesh knows, Haziq knows, Keanu knows Joey knows and Sarah, Sabby errm okay, OMGeee lost of people know! Haha xD &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6ILiqGkbXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wGlMto_jYqk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6ILiqGkbXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wGlMto_jYqk/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449931189117021554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, back to the topic. I've been in LOVE with Taylor's song from Valentine's Day, yuppp you guessed it Today was a FAIRY TALE! If you, yes you the person reading this, does not know that song, well then that's is ... that's just... OMG! There is no way you do not know that song! :O LOL, well if you really don't know, here are the lyrics and the link to hear  that song. Cuz you really gotta listen to it :P xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtpRJLom6gQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor Swift- Today was a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;You were the prince&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a damsel in distress&lt;br /&gt;You took me by the hand and you picked me up at six&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;I wore a dress&lt;br /&gt;You wore a dark grey t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Time slows down whenever you're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;You've got a smile that takes me to another planet&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make everything you say is right&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;All that I can say is it's getting so much clearer&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time slows down whenever you're around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time slows down whenever you're around&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's beating in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't put this down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift Today Was A Fairytale lyrics found on  http://www.directlyrics.com.com/taylor-swift-today-was-a-fairytale-lyrics.html&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-3626366884483667762?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3626366884483667762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3626366884483667762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3626366884483667762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3626366884483667762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/03/eventful-xd.html' title='Eventful xD'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S6ILeGM3vJI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CL8KjdxQjys/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-7287331673688077818</id><published>2010-03-13T00:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:11:59.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEE :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd Lie (originally by Taylor Swift) turned to Hell Yeah :D Just the chorus bit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I could tell you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's favourite colour's orange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He likes mocha lattes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born on the 17th of May,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His sister's beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has his father's eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you ask me if I love him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447795913346738274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S5p1hP_baGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VVrsd-hKCc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love aliens, especially big headed ones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-7287331673688077818?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/7287331673688077818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=7287331673688077818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7287331673688077818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7287331673688077818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/03/hee-d.html' title='HEE :D'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S5p1hP_baGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6VVrsd-hKCc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5491353579741233405</id><published>2010-03-06T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:50:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs are nots craps xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S5JroNSouzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/N_QC-yeANF4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S5JroNSouzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/N_QC-yeANF4/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445533237951118130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, Lisa here :D Well do’h it is my blog. I’m on my mom’s laptop now. BTW, right now I’m actually writing on Microsoft Word here. The internet has decided to go cuckoo tonight. Out of all nights, tonight -,-“ Haihh… NVM, I’ll just copy+paste this LATER :D So, so anyway, today I went to my primary school again :) Last year, I played guitar for my school’s orchestra. Now since I’m already in high school, I stopped playing. But Joey told me the other day that my teacher wants me back :D The orchestra wants, no needs me! :D HEEE, going over the top there :P Well, there was supposed to be 3 guitarists in the rhythm section. I was supposed to play acoustic and my junior on rhythm guitar with Hilman on bass. But my very awesome junior decided to quit cause Mr. Remy keeps scolding him. Well do’h ofc la you get scolded when you skip practice. Anyways so now they’re short of guitarist so that’s where I come in J We got a new song today, Dayung Sampan. I know sounds boring kann? But its actually quite a nice song. Pretty hard too :D I got a solo part! :D Heee… I should be practicing now but, aww I wanna use the lappytop! Haha :P Dammit, internet’s still out  :’( Anyway, seeing my juniors play was so I dunno, made me feel aww, how do I say it? Aahh! So terharu :P GO translate that yourself. We shared the music room with the blowing section. I saw how my juniors, Muhammad, Radzey, Jamil and this other kid, Faris or Farid play the trumpets and they were so cute. Haha, they’d kill me if they saw this. But well, they were sooo cute :P I just repeated that -.-‘’ Haaah… so I also got to see Deena, Hani and Lujain again today :D There were awesome :P Hey, being the eldest there rocks. It was funny when I needed to write my name and class on the attendance list. I wrote down my name and just filled out the class column and said ‘Form 1’ :P I was the only alumni there xP LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIIIHHHHH!!! -_________-‘’ the internet is soooo bengong right noe and it makes me UPSET! I need to use Facebook! C’mon! Have mercy!!!!! :’( :’( HUAA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5491353579741233405?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5491353579741233405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5491353579741233405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5491353579741233405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5491353579741233405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-hey-lisa-here-d-well-doh-it-is-my.html' title='Stuffs are nots craps xD'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S5JroNSouzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/N_QC-yeANF4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4776291459000800460</id><published>2010-03-02T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:55:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farts xD</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to write about today except for, PRRRROOOOTTT!! xD ROFL xD If you were Amilah Fadlina, Raihah Mior or HAziq Abdul Halim reading this, then you'd understand :P Haha... P/S If you ask Ry or Aida, I think I've probably gone psycho today, huh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S40KlVZA11I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BRpnm3KJu6U/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S40KlVZA11I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BRpnm3KJu6U/s320/laugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444019161074292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4776291459000800460?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4776291459000800460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4776291459000800460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4776291459000800460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4776291459000800460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/03/farts-xd.html' title='Farts xD'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S40KlVZA11I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/BRpnm3KJu6U/s72-c/laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-2363754584075885034</id><published>2010-02-12T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:20:41.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Who I Am (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fa76sVD1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/M7zVW8LgHPc/s1600-h/JB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fa76sVD1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/M7zVW8LgHPc/s320/JB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442559397602856786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in LOVE.................. with Justin Bieber :P LOL... This is all Aida and Ry's fault laa :P I keep singing his song, 'Baby' :D Oooh! And speaking of songs, I'm in love with Nick Jonas' song, 'Who I Am'. I'm not in love with him though :P But the song its just so, I don't know I just love it. And one more song I just keep singing would be I'd Lie, Taylor Swift's. Its just something I can relate to at the moment and I absolutely love it.  My mom says I like every songs. I think its a disease, LOL. And and and Liz Phair's Why Can't I is also something I can so relate to at the moment. I got Amilah addicted to it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got great news :) Well, of course you know that I got wonderful UPSR results right (cehh cehh) ? :P Well, as a present my mom bought me a guitar. An acoustic one :D It rocks. Literally. I've been playing it today and I tried playing I'd Lie :D Heee... Sounds like it a bit but it needs a loooooooot of practice :D My guitar looks exactly like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fbN2lOObI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jI-ci3Uo-yc/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fbN2lOObI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jI-ci3Uo-yc/s320/guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442559705736952242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alamak,  &lt;/span&gt;it's already 1020 :( My curfew's coming soon. I know so geeky kann? I am such&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fa8VQLZxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-nb01h3IAaY/s1600-h/geek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fa8VQLZxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-nb01h3IAaY/s320/geek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442559404732540690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a geek -,-'' Haha... And one more geeky fact about me is that I'm somehow love history. It's so yesterday but somehow it is fascinating. LOL, I really sound like a geek -__-'' Anyways, I gotta go now :( Huaaa.. :'( But before I leave I have the lyrics of I'd Lie for yah ;) Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;Has ever looked this good to me&lt;br /&gt;He tells me about his night&lt;br /&gt;I count the colors in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll never fall in love&lt;br /&gt;He swears, as he runs his fingers&lt;br /&gt;through his hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think it ever crossed his mind&lt;br /&gt;He tells a joke, I fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;That I know all his favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;His favorite color's green&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue&lt;br /&gt;Born on the seventeenth&lt;br /&gt;His sister's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;He has his father's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me if I love him..&lt;br /&gt;I'd lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks around the room&lt;br /&gt;Innocently overlooks the truth&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't a light go on&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees everything in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Never let nobody see him cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't let nobody see me&lt;br /&gt;wishing he was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;His favorite color's green&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue&lt;br /&gt;Born on the seventeenth&lt;br /&gt;His sister's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;He has his father's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me if I love him..&lt;br /&gt;I'd lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands there, then walks away&lt;br /&gt;My God, if I could only say&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding every breath for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd never tell you,&lt;br /&gt;but he can play guitar&lt;br /&gt;I think he can see through&lt;br /&gt;everything but my heart&lt;br /&gt;First thought when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;is "My God, he's beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;So I put on my make-up&lt;br /&gt;and pray for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;His favorite color's green&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it kills me&lt;br /&gt;His sister's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;He has his father's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me if I love him..&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me if I love him..&lt;br /&gt;I'd lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;P/S &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; born on the seventeenth! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fbl690x4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/qGBKctk4HaQ/s1600-h/ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fbl690x4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/qGBKctk4HaQ/s320/ts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442560119230744450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-2363754584075885034?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/2363754584075885034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=2363754584075885034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/2363754584075885034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/2363754584075885034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-who-i-am.html' title='For Who I Am (:'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S4fa76sVD1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/M7zVW8LgHPc/s72-c/JB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-8329977459839359719</id><published>2010-02-01T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:28:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six truths of life :)</title><content type='html'>Got this from an e-mail :D :P Read on :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. You can't touch all your top teeth with your tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. All idiots, after reading the first truth, you will try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZJpZ4XZDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LLNjB-coMtI/s1600-h/stupidsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZJpZ4XZDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LLNjB-coMtI/s320/stupidsmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433110976139846706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. And discover that the first truth was a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. You're smiling now because you're an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. You will soon forward this to another idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. There is still a stupid smile on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive me for this for I am also an idiot and I needed company :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I did not create this joke :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-8329977459839359719?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/8329977459839359719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=8329977459839359719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8329977459839359719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8329977459839359719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/02/six-truths-of-life.html' title='Six truths of life :)'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZJpZ4XZDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LLNjB-coMtI/s72-c/stupidsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-434419456789816925</id><published>2010-01-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:29:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts to rock :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L675hjKYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6M1HV55kKQ4/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L675hjKYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6M1HV55kKQ4/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432180007523002754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in S.A.B is sooo much fun. I don't know why, probably because of the environment or the teachers or cuz maybe I just have awesome friends here :) The ones from SK Setiawangsa are great pals to be with. Amil, Raihah, Sabby, Keanu and Iddin and moooore. I also like mixing around with kids from diff schools. There's Ryhanna, from CBN, she's so much fun to be around with and talk to. She loves loves photography and she's really sporting :D Then there's Haziq. Haziq's Keanu's friend and I became friends with him through Keanu and Facebook. Well, what can I say? I'm a Facebook addict and there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you can do to change that... Ahahah :D Haziq and me are in the same English class. Along with Keanu, Anna, Nurin and Megan. I'm in Amanah for English. Then there's, Aida (who has a really nice blog http://aidaliyana&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L8ci49MyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3PjMvwuChUU/s1600-h/drama+queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L8ci49MyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3PjMvwuChUU/s320/drama+queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432181667894473506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.blogspot.com :D), Megan, Anna and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; banyak lagi lah&lt;/span&gt;... :D So, I'm in the Drama Club cause well, I'm just such a Drama Queen! Ahahahah... xD Tennis Club and Pandu Puteri (p/s if you translate that directly to English it's gonna be Drive Princess... :P LOL) Hmm... I gotta buy the uniform before next week...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L8vmODXNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/tEIfxxvmCUw/s1600-h/ppm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L8vmODXNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/tEIfxxvmCUw/s320/ppm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432181995205778642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today the Deputy Prime Minister came to our school. Since we're numbuh 4 on the list of 'Sekolah Berprestasi Tinggi'... English translation: Go get your own dictionary, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah...&lt;/span&gt; xD So, we spent the whole day in the Dorm Hall doing lots of activities. There was this one personality test and one of my results was on Aggresive-ness, on a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9. So you better not mess with me! Hahah... :D  So, after the activities we went to the Workshop. While waiting we hung around outside the Workshop. Sakinah dared Sabby to stand under the sun for five minutes straight without a single drop of sweat. Well, she did it... :P When the teacher came, she said I could just sit wherever I want. Since the seating was in groups, I chose to sit with Anna and RY :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biasalah...&lt;/span&gt; :D Behind me there's Haziq and right in front of me there's gonna be Keanu. On my right there's Anna and I have Ry on my left :) And Aida and Nabilah are in my group too. Aaaahh.... being around friends is like best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giler &lt;/span&gt;:) Well, I gtg now. *yawn* Getting sleepy  :D So, good nite and adios :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L7_baudZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RtzobS_LWZs/s1600-h/yawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L7_baudZI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RtzobS_LWZs/s320/yawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432181167672423826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-434419456789816925?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/434419456789816925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=434419456789816925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/434419456789816925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/434419456789816925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-starts-to-rock.html' title='School starts to rock :)'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2L675hjKYI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6M1HV55kKQ4/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-343362585375439857</id><published>2010-01-24T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:35:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.B here I come :)</title><content type='html'>I got it! The letter came last night. Well, probably earlier but we opened it last night :D At first I thought it was an ordinary letter but then I saw the stamp that said it was from the Ministry of Education :) Yes! My mom opened it and showed me the letter that said I, yours truly, am accepted to the prestigious SMK Aminuddin Baki :D !!! YAY !!! Hmm, so I'll be joining Amil, Keanu, Sara, Sabby, Iddin and more. Plus a few seniors from SK Setiawangsa, too. So, this morning after Joey's soccer practice, my  mom took a detour and showed me my new school. Its quite far from home, though. But its okay! Quite sad to leave my friends in DTHO especially Faris a.k.a Kesan, Nadd and Yana but we're all connected on Facebook :D So, S.A.B here I COME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1wwaM-PQUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OXVKcrlx1a4/s1600-h/sa+b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1wwaM-PQUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OXVKcrlx1a4/s320/sa+b.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430268477418979650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-343362585375439857?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/343362585375439857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=343362585375439857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/343362585375439857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/343362585375439857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/01/sab-here-i-come.html' title='S.A.B here I come :)'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1wwaM-PQUI/AAAAAAAAAXg/OXVKcrlx1a4/s72-c/sa+b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-557986439480153629</id><published>2010-01-18T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:18:08.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The definition of 'awl awone'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1RRdFhD53I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WEsopfdHDvo/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1RRdFhD53I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WEsopfdHDvo/s320/cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428053011027191666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes peeps, I am awl awone. Amilah got SAB, Ameerah went to boarding school in Negeri Sembilan and Maggie (I envy her so much!) got the acceptance letter to CBN. And now it officially sucks at DTHO!! Hmmm.... I feel soooo soooo terribly sad. Amilah said she misses me and that SAB sucks too without meeee :P But yeah, DTHO now sucks. I thought it was kinda okay when there was Debi, Amil, Ameerah and the rest but now alllllll offff thheeeemmm leeefftttt meeeee!! :(( Now, DTHO feels like a punishment! :P NoOoOoOoOoOoOoO!!! HUAAAA....  *crying*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-557986439480153629?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/557986439480153629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=557986439480153629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/557986439480153629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/557986439480153629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/01/definition-of-awl-awone.html' title='The definition of &apos;awl awone&apos;'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1RRdFhD53I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WEsopfdHDvo/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-1885889955240654593</id><published>2010-01-15T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:32:14.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1AL3RYjWMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rYuavLNoIcA/s1600-h/people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1AL3RYjWMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rYuavLNoIcA/s320/people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426850595168540866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people talk and talk&lt;br /&gt;And never say a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Some people look at you&lt;br /&gt;And birds begin to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people laugh and laugh&lt;br /&gt;And yet you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Some people touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;And music fills the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Charlotte Zolotow&lt;br /&gt;The Random House Book of Poetry for Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Believe it or not,this poem was actually from my English textbook :D&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/2886663009701072066-1885889955240654593?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/1885889955240654593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=1885889955240654593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1885889955240654593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1885889955240654593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/01/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S1AL3RYjWMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rYuavLNoIcA/s72-c/people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3016422005326242607</id><published>2010-01-10T18:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:28:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0mujrj2fQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O_Phu36R_HE/s1600-h/lemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 84px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0mujrj2fQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O_Phu36R_HE/s320/lemons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425059154156223746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade... I don't know why but I just like that saying :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0mxKZ3ZgdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-RVrLH1tEiU/s1600-h/cbn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0mxKZ3ZgdI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-RVrLH1tEiU/s320/cbn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425062018444526034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... News came a few days ago and Debi found out that she got transferred to CBN. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for her but its just  that I'm awl awone :( The final results will be out on the 18th of January which is around next week. Monday, I think. So now there's me and Amilah left. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another sigh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Friday I went to Aleena's house. She had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doa selamat&lt;/span&gt; since she's going to boarding school in Melaka with Aisyah. Congrats to the both awesomely gorgeous ladies :) Eventhough the event was suppose to be after Maghrib I came a bit late and missed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bacaan Yaasin&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry! I reached there around eightish something. Sabby, Aisyah and Iddin were already there. It was very very very nice to see and lepak with them again. We exchanged stories about school and new stuff.  Elly came a few minutes after that. The food served was Nasi Kerabu. I was never a big fan of it but I was just so totally hungry I ate it and found out it wasn't that bad. After eating we went outside and guess what? WE played basketball! Hahah... I know not the usual stuff you do at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doa selamats  &lt;/span&gt;but we're kids! Let the adults go talk and eat inside :P I was on Aleena's team and Iddin paired up with Elly. Sabby and Aisyah passed. So we played two on two, with the girls in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung &lt;/span&gt;and Iddin in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju melayu &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had a walk around the neighborhood. Talked a bit more. Just basically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepakking...&lt;/span&gt; :D Around 9.45 ish guests were starting to go and me, Elly and Aisyah were brought up to Aleena's room. Sabby and Iddin went home. We spent the rest of the night in Ally's room, prank calling people. Which I found out from my mom today that prank calling is actually a crime :P Oooooppss..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0m4xDWPMrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dgVh63yw5k8/s1600-h/prank+call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0m4xDWPMrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/dgVh63yw5k8/s320/prank+call.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425070378996150962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. But anyway these are some, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only some,&lt;/span&gt; of the prank calls we made :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stranger: Hello? Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: This is Fika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stranger: Fika? Fika who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fika la... How can you not remember me?? We're in the same class!&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Huh??&lt;br /&gt;Me: How could you forget about me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Note: This conversation was in Bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time the rest of us were already laughing and hung up the phone :P Here's another one we did with a friend of Aleena's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah: Hello who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: This is ------. Who's calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah: Oh, what's your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0m5j-LQwqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5h5JrP7Ue6M/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0m5j-LQwqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5h5JrP7Ue6M/s320/laugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425071253781267106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah: Oh, that's a really weird name. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Guy:..... ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(No answer. Must be puzzled!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aisyah: You wanna go out on a date with me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't stop laughing so we hung up the phone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on till around 11.30 p.m. It was when Aisyah already went home and Elly's dad came to pick us up and give me a ride back home since it was on the way. All in all we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0m5DqwAfQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JA0KpWDHC7Q/s1600-h/run1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0m5DqwAfQI/AAAAAAAAAXA/JA0KpWDHC7Q/s320/run1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425070698810866946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, there's gonna be a practice for the school's road run event this Friday. I am in Delta house, which is the blue house. There's Gamma (green), Alfa (red) and Beta (yellow). It all sounds Greek sorority house like, huh? So better get some rest for tomorrow. Lemons and buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-3016422005326242607?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3016422005326242607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3016422005326242607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3016422005326242607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3016422005326242607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/01/lemons.html' title='Lemons'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0mujrj2fQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O_Phu36R_HE/s72-c/lemons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-8848251322767029775</id><published>2010-01-04T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:19:29.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0Hf21PTchI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mg6n9yhjy5k/s1600-h/dtho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0Hf21PTchI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mg6n9yhjy5k/s320/dtho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422861559427985938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the first day of high school. I reached school around 12.20 p.m. SMKDTHO is located in the army camp. I had few friends there, Debi, Amilah, Faris and Ameerah. We spent the whole day in the school hall, learning the discipline rules, school songs and other school stuff. It was funny when the senior prefects were teaching us the song and when one of them sang the song, his voice cracked in the middle of the bridge. My butt hurts from sitting in the hall for so long. But school was surprisingly better then I'd thought. Honestly, I wouldn't really mind having to go there for the rest of my high school years. As long as Debi And Amil are with me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had recess with Amil and Debs. I bought Crisanthimum Tea that costed RM1. I didn't eat anything as the food served were to heavy and I was still full from the lunch I had earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in 1 Bakti whereas Debi is in 1 Cekal and Amil is in 1 Amanah. Great. And guess what? Dina is also in my class. For some reason, Dina Sabrina loathed me since primary school. We've always had this kind of rivalry in studies and friends. We were best frineds once but something happened one day that changed everything. Too long of a story to blog as I've got little time. Ask me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like my class teacher. She's an English teacher and throughout the day she spoke English. She elected the monitors and all based on our zodiacs. Since Hazeem was chosen to be the class monitor and he's a Pisces she chose someone whose element would suit him so they could cooperate together. I was elected the 'Cleanliness Monitor' which is ironic since I'm not much of a clean freak and my room is currently in a messy state. But since I am a Leo, she said that I'm very leader like and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garang. &lt;/span&gt;How do I translate that in English? Ah... do it yourself, lah. Anyway, I spent the rest of the day in class reading a new book I bought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Witch Season &lt;/span&gt;by Jeff Mariotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going back home, I bought a drink at the canteen with Debi since Amilah already went home. She then said goodbye and went to her brother if I am not mistaken. I drank as I walked through the hall towards the main gate. I saw Adil with another guy I recognized from SK Setiawangsa, drinking a can of Revive. He said 'Hi!' with a sincere (I think) smile and a wave. I smiled and waved back at him with the hand I was holding my drink with. I walked out the main gate and saw Faris, or as I'd like to call him Kesan. It was a nickname given to him by Elly and Alea and somehow, it stuck and the nickname Kesan is getting popular. I said goodbye to him as I made my way out the gate. I saw Adil walk behind me to another direction. He was hanging out with a few kids that I didn't really know. I don't know, somehow I really wished we could've been very good friends but after an incident that happened recently, being good friends with him wasn't something that was not  likely to happen. I will admit, I did have a little crush on him but oh well... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for Uncle Wawa to pick me up while chatting with Ameerah. We exchanged stories about our classes since she was in 1 Amanah. She told me she was elected as the Geography AJK. As I chatted along, I almost didn't realize Uncle Wawa's car passed me by until Joey yelled my name. I said goodbye to Ameerah and got in the car where Kelly greeted me ever so happily. They told me of they're first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stuff that happened today, I am looking forward for yet another day in HIGH SCHOOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-8848251322767029775?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/8848251322767029775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=8848251322767029775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8848251322767029775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8848251322767029775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S0Hf21PTchI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mg6n9yhjy5k/s72-c/dtho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5163095086632904624</id><published>2010-01-03T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:22:52.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday JOEY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sz_xXrfeUfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OntNjNUu6Jc/s1600-h/imageshb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sz_xXrfeUfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OntNjNUu6Jc/s320/imageshb10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422317865491386866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the 3rd of January of '10, Joey turns 10!!! Happy birthday to  my dear beloved brother, Joey :) He's been waiting a long time for this day and I hope he'll be happy with what we have in store for him :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5163095086632904624?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5163095086632904624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5163095086632904624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5163095086632904624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5163095086632904624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-joey.html' title='Happy birthday JOEY!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sz_xXrfeUfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OntNjNUu6Jc/s72-c/imageshb10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3562109898847954762</id><published>2009-12-20T11:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:42:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>Hiyya! Just changed my blog template cuz I got bored. How d'ya like it? :D Anyway, I'm wishing everyone a belated 'Happy Maal Hijrah' :D Sorry I didn't update anything for quite a long time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2bV2A4fwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/RBvfrsPd5WI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2bV2A4fwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/RBvfrsPd5WI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417156726375350018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, my family and I spent a whole day in Genting Highlands. It was a surprise trip from my parents. They told us we were going on a trip to Penang. I was like, Oh okay, Penang seems okay. So we left the house at 8 am, sharp. My brother, Joey, fell asleep in the car. My mom was driving and when she went to make a turn to the right, I saw a signage that said.... Genting Higlands. I knew we couldn't be 'passing by' cuz the way to Penang would be up north, we wouldn't pass Genting. So, I figured it out! I shoke Joey out of sleep and told him "We're in Genting!" Joey was awake that instant. My mom was smiling at the driver's seat. I knew this was especially for my brother cuz he'd been wanting to go on the 'Flying Dragon' since he was seven. But at the time it was raining so they closed down the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weath&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2a9QDDMlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ONkpLoqwolg/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2a9QDDMlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ONkpLoqwolg/s320/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417156303867032146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er wasn't quite as nice, though. It was raining. And the fog was so thick you couln't see the top os the 'Spaceshoot'! But nonetheless, we had a great time just by being together. We covered a few rides and my favourite was the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2bq4wX7wI/AAAAAAAAAWI/17uTKK2SCwY/s1600-h/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2bq4wX7wI/AAAAAAAAAWI/17uTKK2SCwY/s320/images3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417157087888666370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Spinner'. Joey went on the ride with me. My mom was dizzy from another ride we went on together and my stepdad, Andy was to chicken to go on it! :P Hahaha... We also went on the Bumper Car. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That was fun!  &lt;/span&gt;My mom and I planned to hit Andy together. It was awesome :D I also went on the 'Flying Coaster'. It was the scariest ride I've ever been on. I think it was so scary I didn't even let out a scream! Gotta try it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2b0RVP4oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0La34K6G-jo/s1600-h/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2b0RVP4oI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0La34K6G-jo/s320/images4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417157249104601730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left GH (Genting Highlands, not General Hospital :P) around 4.15 pm and reached KL in less than an hour. My mom drive terror :P Eventhough Joey didn't get to ride his 'Flying Dragon' (due to the rain) we had a great time anyway :) Thanks, Ma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-3562109898847954762?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3562109898847954762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3562109898847954762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3562109898847954762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3562109898847954762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/12/template.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sy2bV2A4fwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/RBvfrsPd5WI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4129691872303198254</id><published>2009-12-14T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:24:25.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SyUTnrPfFtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oCLTA4nzUXc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414755699326392018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SyUTnrPfFtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oCLTA4nzUXc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 12.04 am. Why am I blogging at such a late hour? Why else? I can't sleep :P Hmmm... So, I'm in PD right now. Sharing a room with Kelly and Marissa, my adorable cousins. And they are sleeping so deeply. I so envy them. Anyway, I've got absolutely NOTHING to blog about but I'm just so bored. Like they say, "When thy gets bored, thy blogs." Hahah.. LOL! I just made that up :P If my mom were here she'd be, Lisa, got to sleep and stop Facebooking :P Hmm... Anyways, still can't sleep. Oh wait! I think I remember a trick my aunt taught me. If you can't sleep, close your eyes and focus on a dot. What am I talking about? Well, don't believe me just try it. Close your eyes a find a dot, focus on it. And then slowly You'll fall asleep. Well that's what my aunt had said. The reason why it works is that you're shutting down all your other thoughts and focusing on one thing. So i think I'd better try it out now :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4129691872303198254?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4129691872303198254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4129691872303198254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4129691872303198254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4129691872303198254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SyUTnrPfFtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oCLTA4nzUXc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4941743988693770618</id><published>2009-12-07T17:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:42:38.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School HOLZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzXc5uB2pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zs9CcqSjN24/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412437743722683026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzXc5uB2pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zs9CcqSjN24/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lisa reporting on the...err... what's today's date? I forgot :P Anyway, I used to look forward to school holidays, you know. But somehow I hate this year's holiday. Wanna know why? No? Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway. I miss my friends. The school holidays in the previous years can be considered a break before I see my friends again the next year. But this time, I'm not ever gonna see half of my friends on a daily basis anymore :( Huaaaaa ;( Even my best friend, Elly, didn't get into the same school with me. How much does that &lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt;?? Thank goodness there's gonna be the reunion party soon. I'm gonna miss all my other friends &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzYT3wArqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zrGJcejfGkk/s1600-h/sigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412438688086929058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzYT3wArqI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zrGJcejfGkk/s320/sigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who are going to diff schools. I know, I know, you gotta move on and the friends that you do keep in touch with are your true friends. But it just SUCKS! I wanna be able to talk or joke around with my Bestarians. ;( &lt;em&gt;*big sigh&lt;/em&gt;..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was glad today, I got to see some of my friends again. Today, we had to pick up gifts in appreciat&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzZCRGhleI/AAAAAAAAAVU/t-jCcLxsjL0/s1600-h/mcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412439485166228962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzZCRGhleI/AAAAAAAAAVU/t-jCcLxsjL0/s320/mcd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ion of achieving 5A's at school. At school, I got to meet up with Haziq, Kerol and Zaf. AWESOME friends. Later today, we hung out at McDonalds for a looong time. I got to meet up with Amilah as well today :D Oh and last weekend, I went to a sleepover at Elly's house. It was sooooo much fun. I got to hung out with Elly, Alea, Faris, Mars and Aiesya. We watched NewMoon together. And I had a G-GREAT time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I concluding from this post? Well, I wanna see my friends often-er. You know, before we go off on different directions. *&lt;em&gt;Sigh... &lt;/em&gt;I miss them. SO MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friendship&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzbfjAxaoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YvyOzvHHN3I/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412442187213400706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzbfjAxaoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YvyOzvHHN3I/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2886663009701072066-4941743988693770618?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4941743988693770618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4941743988693770618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4941743988693770618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4941743988693770618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-holz.html' title='School HOLZ'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxzXc5uB2pI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zs9CcqSjN24/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3791819566889458329</id><published>2009-11-28T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:36:21.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Untitled)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxFBEsyU_TI/AAAAAAAAAUs/K8ORQUwWmyY/s1600/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409176176446209330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxFBEsyU_TI/AAAAAAAAAUs/K8ORQUwWmyY/s320/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.... I am now in my mom's room. Have been online on Facebook for the past half an hour. It gets boring when nobody's online. Hmmm.... Anyway, since I noticed my mom updating her blog, I thought it's time to update my blog. Well, yesterday was Eid Adha and we went balik kmpooong... It was a short-not so short drive back to Kuala Selangor. We arrived at my grandfather's brother's house who we like to call Tok Mos. When we arrived, I saw my grandparents and lots of other relatives getting ready and preparing the beef.Yes, there were lots and lots of cow beef :D We spent half a day there. The only down side of it was that it was SOOOO hot as in really hot! Probably 40 degrees! :P My mom and I managed a couple of naps :D I really wanna upload some pictures but they are all on my mom's laptop. So, you could just click on the link to view my mom's blog where she already uploaded the pics :) &lt;a href="http://ngobrolwae.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ngobrolwae.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today before dinner, the whole family watched The Proposal. I've been wanting to watch that movie for a looong time. Actually, I've been wanting to watch lots of movies, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, New Moon, The Ugly Truth, 2012 and looots more! Anyway, report on The Proposal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny-ness: I'll give it a 9 on a scale of 1-10 :D Really funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romantic-ness: Very romantic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxFBTm7d34I/AAAAAAAAAU0/YNDtrxo5Guo/s1600/the+proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409176432571965314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxFBTm7d34I/AAAAAAAAAU0/YNDtrxo5Guo/s320/the+proposal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other: Well, its a nice movie to watch with your family. Sort of a tear buster for the emotional type of people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: 5 stars :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Okay.... so this is Lisa signing out. Gettin' ready for tomorrow. Not that there'll be anything out of the ordinary tomorrow, but who knows? :) Good night and hasta lavista! (Did I spell that right?? :D)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409177681735921458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxFCcUbXLzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/t0QjWbtbMd8/s320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /&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/2886663009701072066-3791819566889458329?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3791819566889458329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3791819566889458329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3791819566889458329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3791819566889458329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled.html' title='(Untitled)'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SxFBEsyU_TI/AAAAAAAAAUs/K8ORQUwWmyY/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-7955117625113509655</id><published>2009-11-24T07:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:36:24.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps.... I am soooo sorry for not updating my blog in a while. So many things have been happening around me lately. Well the first most exciting and wonderful news I wanna share with you guys is..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SwsaLUmbxyI/AAAAAAAAATE/v87XaxFm0Bk/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407444559399208738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SwsaLUmbxyI/AAAAAAAAATE/v87XaxFm0Bk/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... I.... got.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5A's!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The UPSR result were announced last week. My school was the school with the most 5A students in the W.P which was 94 students. I know we kinda dropped a lil' from last year's number which was 118 but the teachers were satisfied and happy. Reporters came to take pics. But my picture is sooooo little even I coudn't see my self :P Pressies?? Well.... I'm getting new guitar from my mummy! :D :D That is soooo awesome!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/S you won't find me in that pic cuz its just something I found on Google images :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407445223156745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Swsax9SkBMI/AAAAAAAAATU/1GSYG1g25bA/s320/bff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, the second thing I wanna write about isn't that much of a happy occasion. A day after the UPSR announcement was the last day of school. It was a very sad thing leaving my friends behind. Shout-out to all my best peeps who also got 5A's who made my days in school AWESOME!! Mars, Elly, Aisyah, Ally, Keans, Amil, Haziq, Zaf, Izzat, Raziq, Faz and Kerol!!! I wish you guys the best for your fututre. But no worries, even though we'll not be able to see each other that often, we still have Facebook!! :D But I am also sad about leaving SK Setiawangsa behind. I was in that school for six incredible years. But all good things must come to an end someday. *Sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407445804691491986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SwsbTzrQDJI/AAAAAAAAATc/Q0EB6YyTv8g/s320/sks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well so now, its the school holidays. What am I doing? Watching TV, internet surfing, laying back, Facebook-ing and most of all chillaxing :) Chiao&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SwsbivJJMRI/AAAAAAAAATk/pQzgya61ua4/s1600/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407446061172732178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SwsbivJJMRI/AAAAAAAAATk/pQzgya61ua4/s320/fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/2886663009701072066-7955117625113509655?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/7955117625113509655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=7955117625113509655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7955117625113509655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7955117625113509655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SwsaLUmbxyI/AAAAAAAAATE/v87XaxFm0Bk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3954875681786419332</id><published>2009-10-17T22:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:17:02.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Marathon!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StneKf28a2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/z-OkYrW4M-I/s1600-h/dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StneKf28a2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/z-OkYrW4M-I/s320/dl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393586300684888930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StncLAH63FI/AAAAAAAAASk/m4eXpaZGSjk/s1600-h/d%3B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StncLAH63FI/AAAAAAAAASk/m4eXpaZGSjk/s320/d%3B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393584110322768978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I am soo totally obsessed with Demi Lovato! I lurve her voice when she sings, i luv her songs and her movies she acts in. My mom, who I just introduced to her who Demi is, thinks she has no idea what to think and just says she's just sweet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet. &lt;/span&gt;Well, she's never met Demi, then. Well I haven't met her either. Whatever, my point is Demi ROCKS!!! Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today there wa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StnaNqZGqZI/AAAAAAAAASU/s01F72R4R9E/s1600-h/blog+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StnaNqZGqZI/AAAAAAAAASU/s01F72R4R9E/s320/blog+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393581957005617554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s no futsal practice. My mom woke up at 4:30  in de mornin' to send my stepdad to the airport. He's going to Vegas for a week and a half. As I type, he's still on the plane since it took of this morning. I waved him goodbye sleepily and went back into bed, my sanctuary, and woke up again after that to pray and went back to sleep untill 9 am. I know, not really a good example but when you have to do a sport where you don't even know the actual rules not to mention any moves your body aches! But not trying to complain but I love futsal. Our team name is Be&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StnbpIQrKpI/AAAAAAAAASc/juWIilbRhog/s1600-h/bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 87px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StnbpIQrKpI/AAAAAAAAASc/juWIilbRhog/s320/bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393583528391420562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;starians and our team color is yellow and black. Like the BEES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we got home after dinner, I turned on the tv and a DCOM was on. So me, my brother and my mom watched The Princess Protection Program. Well, only the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stnc3mn3yeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aDKa4fZvni4/s1600-h/ppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stnc3mn3yeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/aDKa4fZvni4/s320/ppp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393584876571576802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last 45 minutes of it. It was nice to watch it. I liked the collaboration between Demi and Selena. Then, for the first time, I watched Sonny With A Chance. And it was a very funny sitcom. Can't wait for the next episode! Then Camp Rock was on. I know I've watched it bout a million times and its so like a kids movie but I like it. But my mom didn't think so. We ended up watching a very funny drama. I kinda like it better than Camp Rock. But Demi still ROCKS! Then, by coincidence, my mom went through a few channels while it was commercial break and....... there was a Demi's new music video, Here We Go Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound so childish watching Disney and all, but I'm still a kid and I like it that way :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-3954875681786419332?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3954875681786419332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3954875681786419332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3954875681786419332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3954875681786419332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/10/demi-marathon.html' title='Demi Marathon!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StneKf28a2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/z-OkYrW4M-I/s72-c/dl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-890907485363104181</id><published>2009-10-15T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:58:08.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4Khu5ciI/AAAAAAAAARs/K3bV1Fk_leY/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4Khu5ciI/AAAAAAAAARs/K3bV1Fk_leY/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392840832304378402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I am suppose to be having an audition tomorrow for Sekolah Seni J.B. Remember what I told you in my previous posts about this school? Yeah, I got an audition spot for it and it's suppose to be tomorrow. But I don't think I'm going anyway... My mom won't let me go to the school even if I ace the audition. Surprisingly, I don't really mind. I know this might not be a good reason to put aside a good opportunity, but if I go there, I'll be alone. I've no friends going with me, no relatives in J.B and it's just no fun. I know it's a very good opportunity, but I think I might just have better ones knockin' on my door. NO offense though, Sekolah  Seni is a good school for you to expand your talent in arts. But it's just not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm not going for the audition, I'm going to futsal practice. See, my scho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4kAx-zbI/AAAAAAAAASE/iHy2WwzP_No/s1600-h/futsal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4kAx-zbI/AAAAAAAAASE/iHy2WwzP_No/s320/futsal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392841270135541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ol is having a sports carnival next week and there'll be a futsal match against all classes. Wish 6 Bistari luck :D This is my first experience with futsal. I've never played it before, nor have I played football or soccer. But with a little practice and torture from my coach (Aleena, a friend of mine, she's the one with the MOST experience and she's a very good coach. On today's practice, she coached us even though she had a sprained ankle due to a friendly match [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;] against 6 Cerdas yesterday. The only thing that she wasn't doing was the sprints. :D) I think we can win, WIN, WIN!!! Go Bestarians, go go Bestarians!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4WjWvLUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Dciy85BIvOc/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4WjWvLUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Dciy85BIvOc/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392841038898343234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to sleep now. Need a good rest before the pain (from practice) kicks in. Hehehe.... Adios.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4zQu6ekI/AAAAAAAAASM/XtXWFGS5Ppw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4zQu6ekI/AAAAAAAAASM/XtXWFGS5Ppw/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392841532115679810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-890907485363104181?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/890907485363104181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=890907485363104181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/890907485363104181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/890907485363104181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/10/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Stc4Khu5ciI/AAAAAAAAARs/K3bV1Fk_leY/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-1789186651576181799</id><published>2009-10-10T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:36:22.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Maira!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StAdIHqhI5I/AAAAAAAAARk/TZldID7wcz0/s1600-h/Che+Zahra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StAdIHqhI5I/AAAAAAAAARk/TZldID7wcz0/s320/Che+Zahra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390840779296023442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just SOOOOOO ADORABLE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-1789186651576181799?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/1789186651576181799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=1789186651576181799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1789186651576181799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1789186651576181799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-of-maira.html' title='Picture of Maira!!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/StAdIHqhI5I/AAAAAAAAARk/TZldID7wcz0/s72-c/Che+Zahra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3246930857184550731</id><published>2009-10-09T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:52:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After UPSR</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I can't believe it's almost the end of the week. Heck, it is the end of the week. And...... I finished the tenth and final book of the Pendragon Saga!! I dunno whether I should  be happy or sad. I am glad to finish it but am very very sad that i now have no more book to read. Okay, that was a very dumb statement coz the world is full of books.... Elly promised to let me borrow Maximum Ride, which she says is her #1 fav book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Ss8_V4sCkyI/AAAAAAAAARM/xwImkvyv2E8/s1600-h/10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Ss8_V4sCkyI/AAAAAAAAARM/xwImkvyv2E8/s320/10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390596924212679458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Ss8_1g4DigI/AAAAAAAAARU/FOzMt84i6VY/s1600-h/max.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Ss8_1g4DigI/AAAAAAAAARU/FOzMt84i6VY/s320/max.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390597467576437250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we finished our UPSRs, we have nothing to do. Literally. We've been playing Uno cards, The Game of Life and some kids even brought their PSP. During this week, my friend &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Ss9ABinrWjI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hj1H07CFQ7s/s1600-h/rc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Ss9ABinrWjI/AAAAAAAAARc/Hj1H07CFQ7s/s320/rc.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390597674203044402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made me play the Rubik's cube. I'm startin to like that thing and I'm thinking of maybe getting my own. But I can only do one color at a time. I'll practice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, a few visitors from Oman came to our school and we were asked to play a song for them. The orchestra played a song from a Bawang Merah Bawang Putih play. And I was one of the guitarist in the rhythm section. It was nice spending some time again with some of my time with my friends and skipping class -- not that we're doing anything anyway in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we had a hari raya celebration in school. Everyone was asked to wear their raya clothes. And I was in full black. Head to toe. I liked what I was wearing today :) even though it was a freakin'  hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna watch tv now untill my parents and my brother get back from Carrefour. I think I'll also listen to some of Demi Lovato's songs. See-ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-3246930857184550731?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3246930857184550731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3246930857184550731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3246930857184550731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3246930857184550731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-upsr.html' title='After UPSR'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Ss8_V4sCkyI/AAAAAAAAARM/xwImkvyv2E8/s72-c/10.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-8814179434297920561</id><published>2009-09-25T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:09:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Maira Zahra!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SryIYeZRiFI/AAAAAAAAARE/hdnT_g4gfj4/s1600-h/maira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SryIYeZRiFI/AAAAAAAAARE/hdnT_g4gfj4/s320/maira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385329208485578834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now at my aunt's place, helping her babysit my three-month old cousin, Maira! I'll just tell you that she is soooo ADORABLE :D Right now, my aunt's trying to put her to sleep but she won't stop crying. But now she's starting to keep quiet and almost drifting of to sleep...... Zzz.... Zzz.... Zzz..... Everytime I look at her I feel like I just wanna SQUEEZE her cute little face. Eventhough she has no teeth yet, but when she smiles she looks soooo cute. She just went for her BCG injection just now. Poor little baby. But it is for her own health anyway :) I spent the whole day here. Doing what? Babysitting assistant, reading the penultimate Pendragon and mostly adoring Maira :D&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of her. Of course she's a bit bigger and can open her eyes now as this picture was taken the day she was born at the hospital, on the 22nd of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of babies, my friend just welcomed his new baby brother last week. Congrats, Keans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-8814179434297920561?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/8814179434297920561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=8814179434297920561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8814179434297920561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/8814179434297920561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-maira-zahra.html' title='Baby Maira Zahra!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SryIYeZRiFI/AAAAAAAAARE/hdnT_g4gfj4/s72-c/maira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-1112637920658314710</id><published>2009-09-17T12:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:15:58.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SrG3fK69ptI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iwI8HqLNbxE/s1600-h/p81.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SrG3fK69ptI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iwI8HqLNbxE/s320/p81.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382284775819945682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SrG3tU_s1gI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qdJvgmXldZA/s1600-h/p91.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SrG3tU_s1gI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qdJvgmXldZA/s320/p91.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382285019042338306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I just finished the eighth book of the Pendragon series! Now I'm just waitin' for Alee to bring the ninth one which is... Raven Rise! So now tell me which cover of Raven Rise you like the most! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-1112637920658314710?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/1112637920658314710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=1112637920658314710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1112637920658314710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1112637920658314710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/09/raven-rise.html' title='Raven Rise'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SrG3fK69ptI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iwI8HqLNbxE/s72-c/p81.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5890527056814739301</id><published>2009-09-14T17:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:13:20.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4S64Egv9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Jlysb9UcA0c/s1600-h/hr1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4S64Egv9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Jlysb9UcA0c/s320/hr1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381259407447343058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... I'm actually wondering what to write about. Oh yeah, I wanna say have a Happy Eid 'ul fitr! May this year's bring you wonderful memories :D I actually am making a change this year. I'm not gonna play fireworks because they are a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BIG, no HUGE offense to global warmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g. And mama, if you're reading this stop saying, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever," cuz it's very important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4V1u3YdNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WpSnL4lm-Ys/s1600-h/dl.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4V1u3YdNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WpSnL4lm-Ys/s320/dl.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381262617611891922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, this whole day I've been listening to Demi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lovato -my favourte artist ever- on YouTube. She has a new album called 'Here we go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y fav songs from her new album are Catch Me, Here We Go Again, Gift Of A Friend, Solo, Quiet, Everytime you lie, U got nothin' on me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Falling over me, Got Dynamite, World Of Chances, Stop The World, Remember December and Everything You're Not. Wait I think that's all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of her songs! Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4WExAD4iI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DPEVGzEA0fY/s1600-h/dl1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4WExAD4iI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DPEVGzEA0fY/s320/dl1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381262875883201058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4WimxVp7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/kU5N3BTNvcY/s1600-h/g.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 59px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4WimxVp7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/kU5N3BTNvcY/s320/g.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381263388533172146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third order of matter, my mom said I'm gonna get a guitar if I get 5 A's. Yay!  Just hope it's this baby (pic on the left :D) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5890527056814739301?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5890527056814739301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5890527056814739301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5890527056814739301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5890527056814739301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sq4S64Egv9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Jlysb9UcA0c/s72-c/hr1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5753169159455274152</id><published>2009-09-12T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:28:43.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sqtan5LTKWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Tug7vhRT5dI/s1600-h/ff.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sqtan5LTKWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Tug7vhRT5dI/s320/ff.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380493821233801570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Megan and Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was just listening to some songs on YouTube and I found these two girls singing songs from Demi, Miley and other singers and their names are Megan and Liz. I can tell you they are really awesome. I wish one day I could play guitar and sing like that! Just go to YouTube and search their names. Cuz they are really awesome. Did I say that already? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5753169159455274152?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5753169159455274152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5753169159455274152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5753169159455274152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5753169159455274152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/09/simply-awesome.html' title='Simply awesome!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sqtan5LTKWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Tug7vhRT5dI/s72-c/ff.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5262154399797735932</id><published>2009-09-11T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:35:09.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Day-off</title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm free! No more exams, no more stress and no more extra classes! Muahahaha :D So since the UPSR's are done, the school gave every Year 6 students a day-off today. Yup, the whole day today. I told my mom and she said that since she had to do some stuff at work, I could help her out. My mom's office is doing a renovation and she needs help to pack her stuff. That's where I am now and that's why I'm here at my mom's office. So, school day-off but am at work! It's okay actually cause I don't think I'd have anything to do either if I were to stayed at home. So now my mom gave me a break while waiting for more boxes. So, I thought of updating my blog.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sqm2Qps5cDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WX7M_x-Lvzk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sqm2Qps5cDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WX7M_x-Lvzk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380031627059097650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to write about but I have to start cause I have nothing else to do. Except read Pendragon, the eighth book! Ahh, I can't wait to start on the ninth book already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of books, since UPSR is done, I've been thinking of starting my own book! Cool aye? But now I've just gotta get through this day and go home and start thinking of my book. And maybe play another game of GIN RUMMY with Joey and Andy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, yay! I got my i.c yesterday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5262154399797735932?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5262154399797735932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5262154399797735932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5262154399797735932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5262154399797735932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-day-off.html' title='School Day-off'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sqm2Qps5cDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WX7M_x-Lvzk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4013147714831655327</id><published>2009-09-08T05:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:27:51.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's here</title><content type='html'>The battle is here. This is Lisa reporting right after sahur. Today I'm going to face the battle that all 12-year olds&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqWB_z2LGgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uBKMtzAdea8/s1600-h/ex.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqWB_z2LGgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uBKMtzAdea8/s320/ex.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378848263213095426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fear. UPSR!! It's gonna be scary but I know I'm gonna get through. And get 5 A's as well. Anyway, wish me luck and pray for me. To all my friends who are doing their UPSR too, I wish you all the best of luck. To me, there's  no more competition in school now. It's all about doing the best for our school,  Sekolah Kebangsaan Kluster Kecemerlangan Setiawangsa!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqWCPDKuulI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JCFc9tia2Ps/s1600-h/ex2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqWCPDKuulI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JCFc9tia2Ps/s320/ex2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378848525023885906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4013147714831655327?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4013147714831655327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4013147714831655327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4013147714831655327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4013147714831655327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqWB_z2LGgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uBKMtzAdea8/s72-c/ex.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4297744005460897266</id><published>2009-09-05T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:57:49.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqHRwqpUxMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Jddb9gOYccA/s1600-h/cc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqHRwqpUxMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Jddb9gOYccA/s320/cc.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377810064068625602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the Oprah Show with my family last night and I was touched. Oprah is now on the search for the worlds talented kids. And last night this girl named Charice was featured on her show. She's sixteen and a singing sensation! The part where they show her life story was kinda sad. Her dad wasn't such a good guy. Her mother had to take care of Charice all on her own. She has won lots of trophies from singing competitions. And she also has this thing called a dream journal. She draws everything she wants in it. And there was this one picture she drew of Celine Dion, her idol. She says she wants to sing a duet with her. Last night, I watched her sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Heart Will Go On  &lt;/span&gt;and the hair on my arms were sticking up! It was touching! By the way, Charice got her dream come true when she sang a duet at the Madison Square Garden, New York with Celine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                      And then there was Tyler Weaver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(boy in pic).  He's the martial arts world champion in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqHT-ZWYAJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_FF3NI95dUw/s1600-h/tw.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqHT-ZWYAJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_FF3NI95dUw/s320/tw.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377812498967167122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;his age group. And he's only  twelve. Last night, he did all this cool moves with sharp metal objects thingee, blindfolded. Yup, blindfolded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been thinking. I wanna be on Oprah too. I'll be a famous kid author with a great book. Just you wait :) But first I need to finish my book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm getting my MyKad ( I.C ) Monday! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4297744005460897266?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4297744005460897266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4297744005460897266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4297744005460897266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4297744005460897266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/09/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SqHRwqpUxMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Jddb9gOYccA/s72-c/cc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-887399761754215865</id><published>2009-08-31T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:56:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Scream)!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Shut up! Omigod!! I just realised that UPSR is next week!! Remember when I said I am excited to get it over with? Well I'm starting to get the butterflies now! Well, the best I can do now is study and do some exercises. And pray. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I have a point to point out. This UPSR thing is actually causing stress on the young kids. I know the original intention is to test how far  the kids have learned. But the teachers and parents put the stress on us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You must get 5 A's. You have to get 5 A's. You need to get 5A's! Blah, blah, blah and blah!!! &lt;/span&gt;Sorry ma if you're reading, but it's TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpuA8RceB3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cy4f4pUhVus/s1600-h/stress.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpuA8RceB3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cy4f4pUhVus/s320/stress.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376032353160136562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-887399761754215865?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/887399761754215865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=887399761754215865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/887399761754215865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/887399761754215865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/scream.html' title='(Scream)!!!!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpuA8RceB3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cy4f4pUhVus/s72-c/stress.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-727371268148208654</id><published>2009-08-31T08:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:52:52.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERDEKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpsWPxUEKjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hwJXC1Igw6k/s1600-h/785123133050fffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375915040388164146" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 129px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpsWPxUEKjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hwJXC1Igw6k/s320/785123133050fffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpsWJgd490I/AAAAAAAAAOE/_L5QsX4ln6M/s1600-h/57fe17a2c196cfb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375914932786755394" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 152px; height: 126px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpsWJgd490I/AAAAAAAAAOE/_L5QsX4ln6M/s320/57fe17a2c196cfb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-727371268148208654?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/727371268148208654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=727371268148208654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/727371268148208654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/727371268148208654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka-merdeka-merdeka-merdeka-merdeka.html' title='MERDEKA'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpsWPxUEKjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hwJXC1Igw6k/s72-c/785123133050fffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-6980648371707803026</id><published>2009-08-30T07:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:23:03.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spm2IuEYS-I/AAAAAAAAANs/DT1251P5h6k/s1600-h/pendra.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spm2IuEYS-I/AAAAAAAAANs/DT1251P5h6k/s320/pendra.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375527891165006818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... I got gooooood news.... Aleesya (who I am borrowing the Pendragon books from) found book number 10. The final chapter in the adventure. Although the book came out months ago, but we still couldn't find it. But yesterday, she told me she found it!!! At the Mid Valley MPH. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I've gotta wait until school re-opens on Tuesday cause tomorrow, we'll be&lt;br /&gt;celebrating &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spm3QCleu_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/qfkoxBiVs8I/s1600-h/merdeka.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spm3QCleu_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/qfkoxBiVs8I/s320/merdeka.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375529116443261938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malaysia's 52nd MERDEKA!!! So of course it's a public holiday! But I have the sudden excitement of going back to school again. Maybe because to read Pendragon. Hehehe.... Well anyway, happy Merdeka day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spm4J9O2OdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Kp_bDIYgxrQ/s1600-h/1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spm4J9O2OdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Kp_bDIYgxrQ/s320/1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375530111438567890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, while waiting for school to  open, I'm reading my brother's  Diary of a Wimpy Kid series. It's a funny book with loads of cartoons. I guess that's what makes it fun to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-6980648371707803026?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/6980648371707803026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=6980648371707803026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6980648371707803026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6980648371707803026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spm2IuEYS-I/AAAAAAAAANs/DT1251P5h6k/s72-c/pendra.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-9222923727522591891</id><published>2009-08-28T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:57:21.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zit day at school!!</title><content type='html'>Aaarghh!!! I have a big, huge, enormous zit on my forehead!!! Help!!! Just to make it even better, I have an extra class tomorrow at school. So,, everyone'll see my zit. :(  Velle sad. I hate zits. My mom wanted to pop it but it hurts! It's a no-win situation!! But i guess the best choice would be to pop it.  Argh! Aaarrgghh! Argherama!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spfs9syRqYI/AAAAAAAAANU/0sbdxLuEnXI/s1600-h/zit.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spfs9syRqYI/AAAAAAAAANU/0sbdxLuEnXI/s320/zit.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375025225028184450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpfwQezRFpI/AAAAAAAAANk/dzGq4w49_iI/s1600-h/gr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpfwQezRFpI/AAAAAAAAANk/dzGq4w49_iI/s320/gr.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375028846226642578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just now, I went to buy some milk and juice for my mom and Joey at the supermarket. It was pact with people. When I finished my shopping, I went to the cashier to pay. She was the damn slowest cashier ever. I almost fell asleep waiting even though there were only a few people in front of me. Yup, she was that slow. And guess what it was the express lane! And there was also this kid buying some mango flavored jelly trying to cut in front of me. Before he got the chance, I gave him a stern look. Straight into the eyes and he backed off. Yay, score one for meee! When it came my turn, you know what the cashier did? She put all the stuff in a plastic bag -one-by- one-by-one and then put them all out of the plastic bag again one-by-one to tag the price. I guess she was trying to guess whether my stuff fit into one plastic bag. How stupid is that?! She didn't even smile at me. Gee, good customer service huh? I could do better and I'm only twelve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so you see, today wasn't really the best days I've had. But sometimes you get the ups and downs. Probably this was a down for me today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-9222923727522591891?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/9222923727522591891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=9222923727522591891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/9222923727522591891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/9222923727522591891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/zit-day-at-school.html' title='Zit day at school!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Spfs9syRqYI/AAAAAAAAANU/0sbdxLuEnXI/s72-c/zit.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-4311606761817086097</id><published>2009-08-26T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:10:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>I post this post today because I seek help from my friends and family. I have an addiction problem. So does my brother and my stepfather. I fear that i was the one who first introduced this 'thing'. We are..... addicted to...... GIN RUMMY! We've been playing this game for every night since I can't remember. Every night, we play three games and compete for the title s the champion. Btw, I'm the champion currently :) It's so addictive and we can't stop! We need help. Before it gets any worse......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpSLR-vFM4I/AAAAAAAAANM/-2Pz7Wvx9Dk/s1600-h/cards.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpSLR-vFM4I/AAAAAAAAANM/-2Pz7Wvx9Dk/s320/cards.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374073396374352770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This is only joke matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-4311606761817086097?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/4311606761817086097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=4311606761817086097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4311606761817086097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/4311606761817086097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpSLR-vFM4I/AAAAAAAAANM/-2Pz7Wvx9Dk/s72-c/cards.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-1196887317129443389</id><published>2009-08-25T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:53:26.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa!</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's Lisa reporting on the fourth day of Ramadhan. This year things are going pretty smooth. It's like I don't really notice time flies. Last year, I'd be waiting right in front of the clock for Maghrib, even if it means I'll be wasting my time. I'd look at the clock every few minutes and say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, 4 more hours left. 3 and a half more hours left, 3, 2 and a half, 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;..... But I guess that was the old me :D Now, I don't sweat about being so hungry. I'd just suck it up and do something to keep myself busy. For instance, read Pendragon ! :D Which by the way, I am on book seven now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the first week of Ramadhan, I now have  one week of holiday!! Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.... I'll bet something else will be keep me even busier this Ramadhan. UPSR!! A week after the holidays, I'd be facing the toughest exam ever.... For now.... Then there's gonna be PMR and SPM. Gee, wonderful! Not. As I said, I'll be looking forward to getting it over with :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpP6YR0abQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y0aFVkYYkyA/s1600-h/UPSR1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpP6YR0abQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y0aFVkYYkyA/s320/UPSR1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914075390176514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpP6YP_48JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/95XbagmeJ6g/s1600-h/UPSR.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpP6YP_48JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/95XbagmeJ6g/s320/UPSR.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373914074901442706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to wish everyone a happy Ramadhan and have fun fasting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing. I got  a joke to tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Q: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did the one hand man cross the street?&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because he wanted to get to the second hand shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehehe... The joke was from my good friend, Aleena.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-1196887317129443389?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/1196887317129443389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=1196887317129443389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1196887317129443389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/1196887317129443389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/puasa.html' title='Puasa!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpP6YR0abQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Y0aFVkYYkyA/s72-c/UPSR1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-7458081505790972029</id><published>2009-08-23T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:39:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Almaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpDkGU2xljI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JJq3GRrsuuo/s1600-h/almaz.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpDkGU2xljI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JJq3GRrsuuo/s320/almaz.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373045152781801010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to a good friend of mine, Almaz :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-7458081505790972029?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/7458081505790972029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=7458081505790972029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7458081505790972029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/7458081505790972029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-almaz.html' title='Happy Birthday, Almaz'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SpDkGU2xljI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JJq3GRrsuuo/s72-c/almaz.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-6548417561817204634</id><published>2009-08-12T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:51:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!</title><content type='html'>OMG!! I'm freakin' out! UPSR is in another 16 days! I'm not really that nervous but more exited. Exited to et it over with. Once its over we'll get to PARTAY! But then its time to announce the results (music effect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng&lt;/span&gt;) Some cheers will be made and some tears will be cried. I hope I'm the one cheerin' :D I'm confident I can get 5A's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about UPSR. Now H1N1 thingee is getting very serious. We are now ordered to wear masks in school. But man I'll tell youI can't breathe in that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, good news! I got an offer to the School of Arts. Something for kids who are talented in music, visual art, dancing and theatre. Art. But there's not gonna be martial arts :D One more thing, this school is in J.B as in JOHOR BAHRU! Which means it'll be a boarding school... I really hope I'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to all Muslims in the world, have a happy Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/So8kg1uS-XI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ylas7DtdlHo/s1600-h/rr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/So8kg1uS-XI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ylas7DtdlHo/s320/rr.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372553027071965554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-6548417561817204634?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/6548417561817204634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=6548417561817204634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6548417561817204634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/6548417561817204634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg.html' title='omg!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/So8kg1uS-XI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ylas7DtdlHo/s72-c/rr.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-3688431191620016455</id><published>2009-08-08T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:50:58.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whassupp!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So updates, hmmmm.... Well first things first, I got third place in the public speaking competition! Happy? No. Well, okay I am. But I actually aimed higher, 2nd place at least. But whatever it is, I should be and I am grateful for it. Surpisingly, SK Seri Rampai was the 2nd place winner. And not surprisingly, CBN was the champion. But hey, at least I didn't come home empty handed :D and I did do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPSR is in another 31 days and I really don't want to keep count but can't help it. My school now has a big countdown thingee at the canteen. Just when the kids are trying to relax during recess, we get to see the big countdown on the wall reminding us. Gee, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really being negative here. Good news, yay! I got a 100 for my math test last week. My teacher promised  ticket to Iraq but yeah, he's totally kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am still reading Pendragon, the fifth book actually. I've been borrowing the books from my friend, Aleesya. Sadly, she doesn't have the tenth book so she cant tell me the ending :D but that would be such a spoiler! Hehehe... actually, my friend Aleena, who recently made her own new blog, http://colourlessbitch.blogspot.com , mind the name, she's a good friend of mine, promised to buy me my own Pendragon book, the tenth one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt told me about this new artist, Zee Avi. Her songs are really cool and she's from Sarawak. Just Google her and you'll find her songs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Artist of the month: Zee Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sn0RifcRphI/AAAAAAAAAME/dJ7Ze--pJrs/s1600-h/zee+avi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sn0RifcRphI/AAAAAAAAAME/dJ7Ze--pJrs/s320/zee+avi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367465615148819986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JoeLis/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-3688431191620016455?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/3688431191620016455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=3688431191620016455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3688431191620016455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/3688431191620016455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/08/whassupp.html' title='whassupp!!!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/Sn0RifcRphI/AAAAAAAAAME/dJ7Ze--pJrs/s72-c/zee+avi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886663009701072066.post-5953392779014222358</id><published>2009-07-18T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:54:02.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReFrEsH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aloha people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, its Lisa! Starting to write again since I stopped.... My mom has been nagging me about writing again ao i figured, what the heck! At least I'll have something to do during my free time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, stress is almost taking me over. Of course, I'm twelve this year and what does that means??? Oh right, UPSR! And no I only have 51 days 16 hours 34 minutes and 8 seconds. But hey, who's counting :) Oh yeah, me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of stress, my public speaking competition is on the 30th of July and I'm gonna be representiing my school... Cool huh? It's gonna be held at the Convent Bukit Nanas school... So for all of you reading out there, wish me luck and hope I'll do my best... Ameen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not speaking of stress, my birthday's coming up!!! This friday, on the 24th of July :D But of course, my mom's birthday is coming up first this Monday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been reading good books lately.... One of them is the Pendragon book. Sorry, Pendragon series written by D.J Machale. It's about this Bobby Pendragon guy who gets flumed into different dimensions, sorry territories, through time and space, defeating the bad guy Saint Dane from ruling Halla and slowly discovers that the world is not what we are made to believe.  Ok I know it doesn't make sense to you people who haven't read the book but if you start, you'll find out that it's a really fun book :) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                     Book of the month: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359796434749491506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 92px; height: 139px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SmHSdcGmCTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7G049PnbIvM/s320/pendragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886663009701072066-5953392779014222358?l=cookie-97.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/feeds/5953392779014222358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886663009701072066&amp;postID=5953392779014222358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5953392779014222358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886663009701072066/posts/default/5953392779014222358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookie-97.blogspot.com/2009/07/refresh.html' title='ReFrEsH!!!'/><author><name>lisa camain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16874397078333168739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/S2ZLwkV20aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vEblWebANmQ/S220/LISA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MNnH4x5h_g/SmHSdcGmCTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7G049PnbIvM/s72-c/pendragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
