<?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-3501950412594550508</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:21:46.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me_myself_and_my_cookies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-5318684777216122813</id><published>2010-08-30T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T03:58:27.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pet&lt;/b&gt; is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal" title="Animal"&gt;animal&lt;/a&gt; kept for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Companionship" title="Companionship" class="mw-redirect"&gt;companionship&lt;/a&gt; and enjoyment or a household animal, as opposed to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_animal" title="Wild animal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;wild animals&lt;/a&gt; or to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Livestock" title="Livestock"&gt;livestock&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laboratory_animal" title="Laboratory animal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;laboratory animals&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Working_animal" title="Working animal"&gt;working animals&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sport_animal" title="Sport animal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;sport animals&lt;/a&gt;,  which are kept for economic or productive reasons. The most popular  pets are noted for their loyal or playful characteristics, for their  attractive appearance, or for their song. Pets also generally seem to  provide their owners with non-trivial health benefits;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pet#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  keeping pets has been shown to help relieve stress to those who like  having animals around. There is now a medically-approved class of  "therapy animals," mostly dogs, that are brought to visit confined  humans. Walking a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog" title="Dog"&gt;dog&lt;/a&gt; can provide both the owner and the dog with exercise, fresh air, and social interaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-5318684777216122813?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5318684777216122813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=5318684777216122813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/5318684777216122813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/5318684777216122813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/pet.html' title='Pet'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-4708124890212475009</id><published>2010-08-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T07:45:48.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEO's Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="horoscopes"&gt; &lt;div class="b-horoscopes_text"&gt;Do you know everything yet? Of course not  -- so fire up your computer and do some research. Trust your gut for  what you need, and you should soon find that you're fully informed -- as  much as you need, anyway.&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/3501950412594550508-4708124890212475009?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4708124890212475009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=4708124890212475009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/4708124890212475009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/4708124890212475009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2010/08/leos-horoscope-do-you-know-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-3907062115481163541</id><published>2009-06-10T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:25:09.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cobwebs</title><content type='html'>dusting cobwebs off..yar i noe..this place..a bit dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, all is well&lt;br /&gt;actually i have nothing to write about. so...&lt;br /&gt;lets talk bout crimes in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres was a 'body' found in tanjung recently. muarians would know. the police found a corpse, burnt alive beside the seaside ( near the monkeys territory).&lt;br /&gt;there's a few stories relating to this case but i dont know which one is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. this guy-the corpse is a 59 year old man, that owed the ah long. ah long torched him&lt;br /&gt;2. suicide victim-for owing the ah longs&lt;br /&gt;3. this guy had a girlfrend. it was believed that the girl was raped and the boyfren(the burnt corpse) was killed. but the girlfren was not found yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, i dont think it was the ah longs. ah longs need their money, no use if the victim was killed. ah long terrorizes and treatens the victims and their family member and also abuse them. but to put  their victim on flame? would it benefit the ah longs?...unless the ah long accidentally 'murdered' the guy and dumped him by tanjung and torched him. but of all the places, i think ah longs are smart enough not to dump a corpse in such a public place! its tanjung. tons of people go there in the morning and eveinings every single day. if the ah longs are looking for a good hiding place, tanjung was definitely not the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicide victim. i think there might be a possibility. well, the guy owes the ah longs too much, too much pressure, the ah long terrorizes and threaten the family members. if he cant pay the debt, ah longs will naturally do these things. i mean..naturally. if he is a smart guy, he'd realise that the ah longs will still continue to harrass his family eventhough he is gone. people at their wits ends would think that ending their life would be the best solution. but isnt ending your life one way of running away from your problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girlfriend thing. i think its kinda far fetched but there is still a possibility. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;if there is a girlfren, where is the girlffren now? and how did they found out she was raped? if it was an unplanned murder...would they have standby kerosone and ready to torced that guy?&lt;br /&gt;missing links in this story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we'll know more when the latest news is out. burnt victims can be tricky cuz DNA wound be hard to get. anyways, lets hope this case gets solves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-3907062115481163541?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3907062115481163541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=3907062115481163541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/3907062115481163541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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perhimpunan....&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Foong : i took mr.tan's chemistry period, so after this, u all go straight to the bio lab&lt;br /&gt;me : disect frog ar?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Foong : yes yes. so, after this, don't waste time, straight to the bio lab.&lt;br /&gt;me : yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhimpunan was s'pose to end by 8am, but somehow, all the teachers were menopausing in the morning. there were lots of yelling, screaming and also hand gesture, i meant the 'if u break the rules, get out of the school!' kind of gesture. so this whole thing dragged on to 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;after perhimpunan, i rushed up to class got my camera and all set, ready to get down n  bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40am, bio lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Foong : after this, i don't want to hear anymore sound effects. u all are bio students, so no more screaming. and don't act manja. u noe...yang O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the start of the disection, i will bring u thru, step by step.&lt;br /&gt;the frogs, unconscious due to lots n lots of chloroform. so amongst the frogs, there was an extremely large one, given by the frog farmer to Mr. Foong to do the demo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/Sau8AjQvskI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Rjn_pfXIWiY/s1600-h/DSCN3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/Sau8AjQvskI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Rjn_pfXIWiY/s200/DSCN3305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308543303437759042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this frog is twice the size of our frog.&lt;br /&gt;next...pull the skin up n cut a tiny hole at the center of the abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;pull the skin up and use the scissors and cut the frog's skin from the abdomen to the throat.&lt;br /&gt;then pull the skin apart, using the scissors, cut the skin to the underarms of the frog.&lt;br /&gt;use the scalpel and forceps to pull the skin of the body of the frog.&lt;br /&gt;a nice fleshy part of the frog will be exposed.&lt;br /&gt;same with the skin, pull the flesh up and cut a small hole. careful not to cut any of the organs.&lt;br /&gt;use the scisors and cut the flesh from the abdomen to the sternum.&lt;br /&gt;cut out the sternum also.&lt;br /&gt;of course, if the lung is ballooning damn big inside the frog, u might wanna before cuz the lungs might POP out suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;do the same to flesh as to the skin. all the organs would be exposed nicely...if u dont accidently cut anything.&lt;br /&gt;den, we're s'pose to identify the organs in the frog...&lt;br /&gt;and whether it got an ovary or testes&lt;br /&gt;remove all the organs, from esophagus to the end of the alimentary canal.&lt;br /&gt;count the nerves, there s'pose to be 10 pairs.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, we r to skin the frogs legs to check out its tendons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important facts:&lt;br /&gt;-make sure the bloody frog is bloody unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;-if the frog is alive, end its life. Mr. Foong took a sharp instrument and  stab  it in, thru under its mouth to its brain  in my half-alive frog&lt;br /&gt;-if the  frog still moves, don't scream, its normal&lt;br /&gt;-if the frog croaks, it's  probably  saying help me in frog language&lt;br /&gt;-if after removing all the organs including the heart, the frog still moves, its muscular contraction.&lt;br /&gt;-make sure the pin is pinned properly, so that the frog wont wake up and start jumping around with its stomach and intestines exposed.&lt;br /&gt;-dont cut the rectum! dont cut the rectum! its faeces smells like 'heaven'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolest thing:&lt;br /&gt;-although the bloody frog is dead, its heart is still pumping&lt;br /&gt;-although u cut out the heart, its still pumping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SavKLelPYwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ey9WAuv1uQ4/s1600-h/DSCN3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SavKLelPYwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ey9WAuv1uQ4/s200/DSCN3313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308558884322894594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chest wide, organs nicely placed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SavLDUREuaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gMxZKi3WZdg/s1600-h/DSCN3320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SavLDUREuaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gMxZKi3WZdg/s200/DSCN3320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308559843626629538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frog pinned out wide, organs removed, skin removed. kinda look like the Vitruvian man, froglike vitruvian 'man'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SavLVrz3gwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EpBvO03uLaA/s1600-h/DSCN3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SavLVrz3gwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EpBvO03uLaA/s200/DSCN3335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308560159184225026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-1122320125250904024?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1122320125250904024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=1122320125250904024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1122320125250904024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1122320125250904024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissecting-is-totally-art.html' title='dissecting is totally an art!'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/Sau8AjQvskI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Rjn_pfXIWiY/s72-c/DSCN3305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-6037081861663146755</id><published>2008-12-24T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:19:46.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for SANTA...</title><content type='html'>time: 5 a.m&lt;br /&gt;date : 25th December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeat...5 am in the morning. so i was waiting for santa to appear the whole night but he never did. bloody shit and to think that i only started to believe in him a few hours ago. so i waited for him to appear...but he never did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited till 3am. when i was about to give up and go to bed, guess who came?&lt;br /&gt;my brother!&lt;br /&gt;so he said...'ai chiak laksa mai? the 4am wan?'&lt;br /&gt;i said...'dat one not a lot of people wan meh?'&lt;br /&gt;he said...'that one la, ai chiak ma kia la!'&lt;br /&gt;i said...'ai ai ai'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we waited till 4am before going to the town to eat laksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way there, i saw...prostitutes! for the 1st time! i've seen one in muar. my 1st thought when i saw that women was, wah...so late already, wear until so low cut, pants so short....alamak rupa-rupanya ayam........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the worst part...the laksa stall never open. AHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;shit man...curse u SANTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we round the town, looking for food...dun haf&lt;br /&gt;so before going back to sg.abong...&lt;br /&gt;he said 'ka si ke chiak KFC?'&lt;br /&gt;i said 'ai ai ai!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reach KFC&lt;br /&gt;he said ' hehehe...just come back from clubbing!'&lt;br /&gt;then the KFC person look at me...aduh...rosak imej saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sat down n makan...&lt;br /&gt;i makan Zinger burger...oh so full...best! actually nothing la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen eating the burger, a few weird people came in.&lt;br /&gt;especially this woman&lt;br /&gt;before this woman step in&lt;br /&gt;my bro ' wah...kai  ar that one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think memang kai...her pants was pratically dropping from her butt..showing her panties...luckily she wearing panties, if not i no need to eat already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the most memorable christmas ever! i shud do this every year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-6037081861663146755?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6037081861663146755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=6037081861663146755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/6037081861663146755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/6037081861663146755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-santa.html' title='waiting for SANTA...'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-3328352306745364185</id><published>2008-11-30T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:29:05.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting...</title><content type='html'>time : 1.21am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its late and i'm supposed to be sleeping but daddy is coming home today. so i decided to be up so that i can be here when he comes home. well, my dad went for his hike in mount. everest...coolest thing ever...his trip was a 16 days trip, 16 days of hiking up and down the mountain, but he and his group only hike to the base camp of mount. everest. he was suppose to reach an hour ago, but his bus got a bloody puncture and they're now stranded in the highway...creepy. so what the heck, juz thought of writing some crap in here. but i'd steal some mount everest photo to post in here soon..haha, as if i go and hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks from me and reenu saying thanks to marcus for thanking us and his compliments about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so updates bout the KL trip. we reached summit at around 10.30am+++&lt;br /&gt;the trip there was terrorizing, as usual, i got BULLIED by a BUNCH OF KIDS ( ketua: .angie, 2nd in command: reenu, konco-konco : eliza, corinne, lim) so along the way, they labelled me  anak bukit  from thailand or something like that. that little brat angie keep on saying it the whole way to KL until now....and the seat was so small..not enough leg space, angie and eliza so noisy....&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise, the trip there was very very funny...&lt;br /&gt;so we reached summit and met up with anna and her family, who belanja us makan lunch. then we went to annaz place, sneaked into annaz apartment actualli...very nice. not bad for an apartment, spacious and the tv got astro. the angie and eliza went to sunway 1st and left me cuz their watever waiting there already. i feel so bad not able to help eliza in her EVIL PLAN to BUILLY the birthday boy. that girl got a lot of funny ideas in her brain. the we lepak lepak lepak till 4. so lazy to write dy....in the end we lepak and ate a lot for 3 days. i went to muar like  a babi! hahaha...so end of a day, we've gained more fatz. blah blah blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-3328352306745364185?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3328352306745364185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=3328352306745364185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/3328352306745364185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/3328352306745364185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting.html' title='waiting...'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-7702847808799502536</id><published>2008-11-21T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:26:02.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the CAKE........</title><content type='html'>today, we baked a freakin cake, well, Lim's Mom baked the freakin cake but we..helped in, a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we as in me Lim n reenu.&lt;br /&gt;lim did do the sifting a little and put the eggs in, reenu carried the cake around and I did the topping!&lt;br /&gt;so the cake that we suppose to make was Chocolate Fudge cake and bring it up to KL for A 'surprise' birthday that we planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake....well at least the topping was great cuz it was done by me, with blood and sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake well......its.....a bit weird, it taste a bit weird, but it looks good, but it taste weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it taste like jeli chocolate a bit like kuih, lol...i hope the birthday gal finish it all up and hopeful she doesnt come to my blog and finds out bout the wonderful cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the plan now is to pour a lot a lot a LOT of topping to cover the cake(to cover the weird taste).&lt;br /&gt;well, the cake is sitting in my fridge, hopes it doesnt go soggy when it reaches KL. HOPEFULLY the cake will be in one piece and doesnt frikin melts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...be it not hot and sunny tmrw but a cool calm breeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-7702847808799502536?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7702847808799502536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=7702847808799502536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/7702847808799502536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/7702847808799502536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/11/cake.html' title='the CAKE........'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-1978340397782294648</id><published>2008-11-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:16:48.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HolidayZ..z..z..z...ZZ</title><content type='html'>oh holidays..yipee...&lt;br /&gt;let see...list of things to do basically we have assignments, my god, i'm actually excited to get assignments. assignments! hahaha...we got assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muet Assignment : (i dont even know why we're doing it, i'm done with Muet unless my Band sucks)&lt;br /&gt;-one stack of comprehension paper...horrible&lt;br /&gt;-5 folio essays, I'VE FINISHED IT, HAHAHA, BE JEALOUS 6BE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;-1 commenwealth essay, under construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology!-&lt;br /&gt;-collect leaves, i'm thinking of taking edible leaves, like peppermint leaves or herbal leaves&lt;br /&gt;-think of how to present the bloody insects on the board, i'm thinking of WHATS IN RACHEL'S STOMACH...&lt;br /&gt;-read up bio...ugh..after the Kl trip..ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry!-&lt;br /&gt;-follow what Mr. tan says, finish till chap 13 or better the entire book and start organic&lt;br /&gt;-do Pn. Naza's hmwk,havent even looked at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths!-&lt;br /&gt;-finish ching han's hmwk&lt;br /&gt;-finish Mr. Toh's hmwk, i simply adore him, especially when he am qio&lt;br /&gt;-master Probability! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eliza!!! help me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-read up Hamdan's notes&lt;br /&gt;-read the bloody book&lt;br /&gt;-ugh...do the Folio, oi e li za tan n angiosperm..when doing?&lt;br /&gt;-do notes on Hamdan's given notes&lt;br /&gt;-do essays on Hamdan's given notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that seriously need to be done-&lt;br /&gt;-quit waking up late&lt;br /&gt;-quit watching too much tv&lt;br /&gt;-start studying&lt;br /&gt;-get motivated in Hamdan's class&lt;br /&gt;-eat less&lt;br /&gt;-work out more&lt;br /&gt;-lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;-wash my school shoe....&lt;br /&gt;-do the photo album...&lt;br /&gt;-play badminton more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but till then, KL! here we come! hhahha&lt;br /&gt;i promise to study hard after i come back from KL Mr. hamdan,&lt;br /&gt;damn, he made he so guilty for not studying, ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do in KL:&lt;br /&gt;-meet up with MY DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;-meet up with crazy fadhlina&lt;br /&gt;-meet with the right shoe and fall in love with it&lt;br /&gt;-shop++&lt;br /&gt;-shop till angie drops&lt;br /&gt;-be a nerd and find good Stpm books......eeeerr&lt;br /&gt;-meet up with Sok En n Sam&lt;br /&gt;-climb up KLCC and scream like King Kong&lt;br /&gt;-hopefully won't embarassed oursellf in KL...like the last time&lt;br /&gt;-oh yea..buy a portable hard disk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoho.....KL is so much fun! eventho i hate it once...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-1978340397782294648?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1978340397782294648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=1978340397782294648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1978340397782294648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1978340397782294648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidayzzzzzz.html' title='HolidayZ..z..z..z...ZZ'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-7187066917790613406</id><published>2008-11-09T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:48:50.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife Rulez!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRb3PLptvxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qxkr8ijJeI4/s1600-h/img_wo_westlife_agt2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRb3PLptvxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qxkr8ijJeI4/s200/img_wo_westlife_agt2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266668654454226706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in love with westlife since....standard 4! at that time, there was N'sync and BSB and theres this wild craze for them. i'm happy to say, Westlife Stands Strong till today!&lt;br /&gt;N'sync is pratically gone, with so many of them in rehab, at least JT is doing good, BSB is too old and seriously...backstreetBOYS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, Westlife might seemed a bit erm...lame but they are seriously good in their genre and plus they make the best love song EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stop liking westlife when they started singing others people's song and making it theirs but they actually really did quite good, i mean, just take a look at 'total eclipse of my heart'! but then people sorta said they were copy cats when they say michael buble's Home. but that song did hit the charts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were back in my heart soon enough with the song, 'something right' and now 'us against the world'. its brilliant! BRILLIANT! sad, moody, oldies but rocks. with nice music and good vocals, their songs are pratically soothing. Brilliant!&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADRIAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember last time in standard 4, me and rafiqa(my bezfren at that time) use to sing together. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, mark is a gay but he's still cute. so what if he is a gay? elton john is gay, no one seems to mind! shane is a daddy, kian and nicky are hotties. that doesnt mean its a gay group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRb2qbLDJ6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/OUYbKzebaaA/s1600-h/yourfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRb2qbLDJ6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/OUYbKzebaaA/s200/yourfile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266668022965413794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz...westlife has been here for 10 years and they are going strong! love em, love em music, love em all! no worries ewan, i love you too, gay or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-7187066917790613406?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7187066917790613406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=7187066917790613406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/7187066917790613406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/7187066917790613406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/11/westlife-rulez.html' title='Westlife Rulez!!!'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRb3PLptvxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qxkr8ijJeI4/s72-c/img_wo_westlife_agt2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-3403022551134573417</id><published>2008-11-08T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:17:14.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trends &amp; Styles of Modern India!</title><content type='html'>date : friday, 7th November 2008&lt;br /&gt;time : 9 sumthing&lt;br /&gt;event : Deeparaya, Indian Fashion Show (forced by ireetha &amp;amp; reenu)&lt;br /&gt;recruits : me, iree, iree's niece, mithra, reenu, angie, sachi, noor M, sagun n bavanei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, we're dragged into doing this Indian Fashion Show which is supposed to be an Indian dance but the steps were tooooooooo complicated for me. so at last iree changed it into a fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before the fashion show started, we're walking behind the school hall when all of a sudden., plop plop, BIRD SHIT!!! all over reenu, on mithra's arm, angie's feet, ewwwwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reenu is like a stink bomb. so she took of her shawl but continued the show. i told her that the bloody pigeons must die!!! kill the bloody birds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fashion show was a hit! i mean...it was so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first when out, the first person i saw was Mr. Bek. he was smiling like so wide, clapping his hands. hahaha, so funny. then later when i went to the office, he said "good job" haha. so bangga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the highlights of the day :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZS7gSxDAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xOcBflYfkH8/s1600-h/07112008%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZS7gSxDAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xOcBflYfkH8/s200/07112008%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266487996490779650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZR-dEKqJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OnXS554YDv4/s1600-h/07112008%28021%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZR-dEKqJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OnXS554YDv4/s200/07112008%28021%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486947652216978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRltTfjFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9NZ-THWzaZs/s1600-h/07112008%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRltTfjFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9NZ-THWzaZs/s200/07112008%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486522514738258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRdymFbLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iXJ9y_5_VJE/s1600-h/07112008%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRdymFbLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iXJ9y_5_VJE/s200/07112008%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486386495941810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRWGqXKXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VHnYEJHH-pw/s1600-h/07112008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRWGqXKXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VHnYEJHH-pw/s200/07112008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486254443637106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRJyi1RNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WqDDUYrqFBQ/s1600-h/07112008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZRJyi1RNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WqDDUYrqFBQ/s200/07112008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266486042884916434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this pic was takin juz for eliza. hahaha. so that about sums it all up. had a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-3403022551134573417?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3403022551134573417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=3403022551134573417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/3403022551134573417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/3403022551134573417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/11/trends-styles-of-modern-india.html' title='Trends &amp; Styles of Modern India!'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRZS7gSxDAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xOcBflYfkH8/s72-c/07112008%28010%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-4762285777564936519</id><published>2008-11-05T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:37:54.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.v.E</title><content type='html'>u've gotta be seriously kidding me...&lt;br /&gt;the emo eliza started all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earli in the morning, she ribbon with reenu but thinking of marcus. u see la that girl, ish ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRGfm2c3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WBZPchq9R_w/s1600-h/04112008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRGfm2c3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WBZPchq9R_w/s200/04112008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265164929173229874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she drew it on my table, on my table, ON MY TABLE..poor table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she did this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRGf9LZv0xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xktqGdmgzGo/s1600-h/04112008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRGf9LZv0xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xktqGdmgzGo/s200/04112008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265165312754438930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay...at least angie still loves me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRGghFkIOTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pXIN5LuA74w/s1600-h/04112008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRGghFkIOTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pXIN5LuA74w/s200/04112008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265165929662658866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angie..i love you too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...the part about eliza being emo and writing all those is pure fabrication. it was me being bored during maths class but ANGIE RELI LOVES ME...and eliza did ribbon with reenu..UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-4762285777564936519?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4762285777564936519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=4762285777564936519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/4762285777564936519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/4762285777564936519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='L.O.v.E'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SRGfm2c3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WBZPchq9R_w/s72-c/04112008%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-5058511197519121349</id><published>2008-11-02T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:18:22.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drink for thought</title><content type='html'>ever thought what would it taste like to drink the most MOST awesome drink of the UNIVERSE. i mean....awesome awesome, its better then getting to watch UFOs land in KLCC and  its better than playing in the rain, its much better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one sip of this delicious drink, u'd certainly would never forget the taste, texture, the sweetness of the flow refreshing liquid that soothes your throat with everlasting memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this drink is actually discovered by accident, in my school during the Kolokium(some shitty event) was held. its has a faintest touch of tea brew with the sweetness of milk blend with the mixture of sweet corn. its actually jagung susu...but it was improvised. they added a little bit more tea and more milk. if u drink it, u could taste the rough texture of xylem tissue(which id the most special part of this drink) and also a little bit of tomato smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all of us just gasped at its beauty, not willing to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serve in small proportions with a straw, the heavenly drink was presented to us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQ3SNq81ZOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hjxeyCVTXUE/s1600-h/02112008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQ3SNq81ZOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hjxeyCVTXUE/s200/02112008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264094671775556834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for further details on the recipe...please contact me...or just leave a note in my cbox and i'll be happy to pass this HEAVENLY drink to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-5058511197519121349?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQ3SNq81ZOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hjxeyCVTXUE/s72-c/02112008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-4144882950291671087</id><published>2008-10-29T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:27:35.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTTON CURRY HEAVEN!!!</title><content type='html'>date : 27.10.08&lt;br /&gt;time:  from 12.30pm to ~~&lt;br /&gt;place : reenu's mithra's mr. anba's&lt;br /&gt;people : me, eli, angie, anna, lim, ireetha, reenu, mithra&lt;br /&gt;higlight of the day : mutton curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i go with my 'kiddy blog' again.&lt;br /&gt;first of all..i love my friends cuz their mom makes like the best mutton curry ever!&lt;br /&gt;well theres the nasi minyak, nasi briani, mutton curry, mutton kicap, curry chicken, sambal chicken, chapati, tosai, satays, kuih-muihs, cookies, fruits, oh gosh...i love my frenz moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so deepavali is the festival of light which the GOOD forces beat the EVIL forces, 'the devil', so thats why we have the FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS but i prefer to call it ALL MUTTON DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well theres nothing wrong is liking mutton...except is seriously high in cholestrol (poor chee miao) and it is devilish delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop-Reenu's house. i give 5/5 star on the food. very nice mutton. very spicy acar. very nice orange juice, very pedas d chicken.&lt;br /&gt;gear up with our pottu's, we are ready to rock Deepavali!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg34D4QU9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0Yx1-NiMrMI/s1600-h/27102008%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg34D4QU9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0Yx1-NiMrMI/s200/27102008%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262517600835883986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg3wcTiY-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nYzgFZwO-Z4/s1600-h/27102008%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg3wcTiY-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/nYzgFZwO-Z4/s200/27102008%28016%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262517469953811426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg3lakvvBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cDI3sxmAn8s/s1600-h/27102008%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg3lakvvBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cDI3sxmAn8s/s200/27102008%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262517280510557202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg3dcTiJPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i-4D9OFMmR8/s1600-h/27102008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg3dcTiJPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/i-4D9OFMmR8/s200/27102008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262517143536280818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg2lUsQlaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NNPVbRcBDRo/s1600-h/27102008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQgzcWvUBFI/AAAAAAAAADw/649FL7uGPgc/s200/DSC00287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262512726815802450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reenu's mom said i look good wearing a pottu, i feel almost like a cindian. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;happy happy moments. life couldn't just get any better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop-mithraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give 5/5star. we have kicap mutton, curry mutton, chapati, nasi minyak and the chickenzz.&lt;br /&gt;well, here we watched high school musical...which was very jumpy and happy, well, anna n reenu n lim was seriously dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop-tanjungz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give 1/5 star. the environment sucks, its was too hot, and lotz of ants around, i was wondering whether we're just too sweet, NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop-mr. anbaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only me, reenu, anna and lim went&lt;br /&gt;mr.anbaz place was packed! full! packed!!! so many people...lots of familiar faces(well, mr anba iz a teacher) so we met quite a lot of teachers. theres mrs soh, mr chin, mr chua, the sas drama tchr and so on...and then we saw some idiots, hope they just crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last stop-pn chuaz&lt;br /&gt;well she isn't exactly celebrating deepavali, she our tuition teacher so we just paid her a visit since  all of us is in muar now. so nice seeing her, she emits an awesome awe-inspiring optimistic mind. we had a real nice chat at her place. hehe...i'm invited for lollipops next wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how great can deepavali be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next festival ALL TURKEY DAY AKA CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe...eliza and joyce...hehe..cook more ar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-4144882950291671087?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQg34D4QU9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/0Yx1-NiMrMI/s72-c/27102008%28017%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-2348318131468509140</id><published>2008-10-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:57:52.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday=Badminton Day!</title><content type='html'>today wen to play badminton at 99 court with eli, angie, li wei and me.&lt;br /&gt;so nice, get to exercise, sweat it all out and to feel sticky.&lt;br /&gt;after playing 2day's game, li wei got bullied by eliza and lastly nobody wans to play with eliza cuz she bullies peple by making them run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually she'll hit the shuttlecock from one end to the other and scream "RUN!!!RUN!!!". she is juz plain evil...to me she says ''MONSTER RUN!!!" how evil more can she be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 10.30am, when we are all resting, an uncle from dunnoe where muncul and said dun waste the court time and ajak us to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eliza was the 1st one to play,so i play with angie, i saw eli keep on changing her hand she uses and giving me one kind of look, i know she letih alrdy, so kesian. next is angie...the uncle keep on saying hit harder. lastly he played with me, he taught me how to hit the ball fast fast. by holding the badminton racket straight. so i hit fast fast the uncle also balas fast fast, waa..hit until my arm vry lenguh/tired/exhausted/sour sour. my arm swell up, one bigger then the other abit. but at least the uncle said i'm good at picking up balls. hehe...till now my hand still swelling. exercising is so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Day!'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-4808180478633670480</id><published>2008-10-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:46:28.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pn. Naza's Open House</title><content type='html'>date : 18th Oct 08&lt;br /&gt;time : 1.30pm(around there)&lt;br /&gt;venue : pn. Naza's house at jalan khalidi&lt;br /&gt;people present : me, reenu, angie and joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQNMQH0_icI/AAAAAAAAADY/B0m4qpZ_pM4/s1600-h/18102008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQNMQH0_icI/AAAAAAAAADY/B0m4qpZ_pM4/s200/18102008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261132629561805250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to pn. naza's house cuz she invited us over for her raya open house. before we went over we went to get her a present, a box of chocolate and a simple card(angie said it was the simplest card she ever wrote).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u went over the 1st person dat we met was En. Mustapha(our PA teacher) and then there was Miss Shirley(my club teacher) and some teachers whom i dont know their names. then we went to say hello to pn. naza and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw her cat(fat orange and furry cat sleeping in its cage, so useless). then joyce got so excited and she practically said to the whole place that 'teacher say my hair look like this pussy cat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo....she really did prepare a lot of food, got nasi beriani, chicken, mutton, beef, lontong, laksa, acar, mee, kuih muih, fruits and her sirap limau(damn syok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took all the meat, angie said she never tried mutton and beef before so sad later she said she dont like mutton but she liked the beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like all of it! while we were eating, pn. naza called us and from across the house and start pointing who were her brothers and sisters, very comical.&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we went into her house and took some SS pics. the pn. naza came and took more pictures with us. and later she took us a tour around her house. we went to every bedroom to her HUGE kitchen and she pratically introduce all her workers to us, huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nicest place in the house was her room, its not big, is quite small for a bedroom. it fits a king size bed and a little more walking space. the whole room was purple, her bed has this PURPLE canopy, lacy purple satin cloth, seriously but it looked real cozy...for a newly wedded couple. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we just sat in the hall again and mingle with her younger sister's friend which joyce once again seriously embarrased me by showing my closely zoom picture of me to them. joyce strikes again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the around 4pm plus we chao happily. p.s her little brother(the 18 years old one) is kinda cute, the brother who is the pharmacist LIKES ANGIE and her brothers said that we're so pretty to pn.naza, haha...bangganye&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQNMiNTC9OI/AAAAAAAAADo/IU09iw8hsqU/s1600-h/18102008%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQNMiNTC9OI/AAAAAAAAADo/IU09iw8hsqU/s200/18102008%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261132940267680994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQNMXVL4MWI/AAAAAAAAADg/GrgFkzcPbWI/s1600-h/18102008%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQNMXVL4MWI/AAAAAAAAADg/GrgFkzcPbWI/s200/18102008%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261132753406538082" 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/3501950412594550508-4808180478633670480?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4808180478633670480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=4808180478633670480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/4808180478633670480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/4808180478633670480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/10/pn-nazas-open-house.html' title='Pn. Naza&apos;s Open House'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQNMQH0_icI/AAAAAAAAADY/B0m4qpZ_pM4/s72-c/18102008%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-6367196342991769583</id><published>2008-10-22T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:21:35.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joycie's Birthday! hapi birthday!</title><content type='html'>joycies or mechantoh's bdae...&lt;br /&gt;time : after school, 1.30pm&lt;br /&gt;place: Delikateza&lt;br /&gt;people present : me, reenu, eliza, angie, patty n JOYCIEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during school we planned the small party, actually we're suppose to go to PP cafe but eliza got fed up of the food, so we went to Deli (the food even worse...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we went to Deli, me reenu n angie went to Fung Seng to buy cake..Chocolate Musse&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAh5MWiAII/AAAAAAAAABg/76tduJ7arkI/s1600-h/DSC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAh5MWiAII/AAAAAAAAABg/76tduJ7arkI/s320/DSC00258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260241631220727938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eliza patty and angie ordered tom yam mee...very delicious&lt;br /&gt;me reenu n joycie ordered chicken spaghetti....sucks, too sweeet, the colour so fake, the mee too soggy, sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we eat finish, we relax to let our stomach digest, so we tangkap gambar SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAklY2SheI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kk0Qkeg7NV8/s1600-h/DSC00245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAklY2SheI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kk0Qkeg7NV8/s200/DSC00245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260244589512656354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCS5IecUJI/AAAAAAAAACw/1tsaV0Yorz4/s1600-h/21102008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCS5IecUJI/AAAAAAAAACw/1tsaV0Yorz4/s200/21102008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260365874994106514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAkGEY1KBI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wjau9BzFeF0/s1600-h/21102008%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAkGEY1KBI/AAAAAAAAABw/Wjau9BzFeF0/s200/21102008%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260244051444443154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAk5khP3nI/AAAAAAAAACA/4cqqeUTXvqc/s1600-h/21102008%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAk5khP3nI/AAAAAAAAACA/4cqqeUTXvqc/s200/21102008%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260244936243011186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCSo9bKDgI/AAAAAAAAACo/LVJU5LGK_3A/s1600-h/21102008%28028%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCSo9bKDgI/AAAAAAAAACo/LVJU5LGK_3A/s200/21102008%28028%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260365597149629954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAj4hX8i3I/AAAAAAAAABo/QE99BlHO8Q4/s1600-h/21102008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAj4hX8i3I/AAAAAAAAABo/QE99BlHO8Q4/s200/21102008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260243818707192690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we brought out the cake! and then we lined the cake with 91 candles(9 small candles and one large one)... and lit them up! we sang the bdae song in different lanuguanges..we're so malaysian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCU8MV-4jI/AAAAAAAAADI/AL3l5PiqQbw/s1600-h/21102008%28037%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCU8MV-4jI/AAAAAAAAADI/AL3l5PiqQbw/s200/21102008%28037%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260368126595228210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, i thought, oh we can eat cake already but angie and eliza said wait wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they push the candles into the cake and made joyce pull them out...using her mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCUk3GKZyI/AAAAAAAAADA/8QiS1Wm7kTc/s1600-h/21102008%28047%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCUk3GKZyI/AAAAAAAAADA/8QiS1Wm7kTc/s200/21102008%28047%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260367725754738466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we sorta rocked the cafe with our 'laughter' and joyce's voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later when i was taking pictures..suddenly eliza and angie with their finger filled with cream smudged cream  on Joycie's face...oh shit..cream fight..RUN!!! to late...piak, angie n eli kaboom my face with cream..useless pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got my revenge..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCV-YICZeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zCSZs5WBPEI/s1600-h/21102008%28053%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCV-YICZeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/zCSZs5WBPEI/s200/21102008%28053%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260369263629329890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate the cake up and wipe cream off our faces and when home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun...we shud have more cake fights! reenu..i'm gonna get u next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-6367196342991769583?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6367196342991769583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=6367196342991769583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/6367196342991769583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/6367196342991769583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/10/joycies-birthday-hapi-birthday.html' title='Joycie&apos;s Birthday! hapi birthday!'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQAh5MWiAII/AAAAAAAAABg/76tduJ7arkI/s72-c/DSC00258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-1398478337195179293</id><published>2008-10-17T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:56:39.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky friday...</title><content type='html'>so today, the 17th also, my relatives from Penang came down to muar before heading to batu pahat for a wedding ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to Pesta to that asam fish head restaurant for lunch. if in case your wondering, i forgot the restaurant's name but its all PINK in colour, nice tasty sour seafood, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story, after lunch, we're walking back towards the car. i walked ahead of the group holding tight of my bratty little cousin's hand. then suddenly i heard my aunt scream from the back. i was thinking wat the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned and i saw a motorcyclist riding off. at first i thought that the motor had knocked my aunt or at least almost knock her down till she screamed in hokkien 'that guy took my handbag!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, that idiots, 2 skinny guys, youngsters, malays on a bloody motorcycle robbed my aunt in broad daylight...and she got robbed in muar...a place where it slow and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is, a driver who saw what happen rammed his car into the cyclists, heads on. bang the idiots down and the motor got jammed under his car. before the kind-hearted,brave driver could get down (his door was jammed due to the ramming) the 2 idiots got up, pulled their crap motor out and speed off. the kind-hearted, brave man's car's magat dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad drove in pursuit but to no avail...the idiots were to fast and there were to many cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that were lost...cash rm500, digital camera, her handphone, and her atm card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those idiots..i hope they break their legs and necks.&lt;br /&gt;their able young man with hand to work and legs to walk but they have to resort to snatching purses from vulnerable women. what has the world or malaysia gotten in today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure god has his way of punishing them and hopefully it would be severe like breaking his leg or arm or both. the world need more of the kind-hearted, brave man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is 17th october, friday, the freakiest friday that i will remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-1398478337195179293?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1398478337195179293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=1398478337195179293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1398478337195179293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1398478337195179293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/10/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky friday...'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-5140756752726858210</id><published>2008-10-17T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:02:48.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17th!!!</title><content type='html'>finally 17th has arrived, i know i know yada yada is none of my business but still...i made it mine. hahahaha, cuz we're sistaz hor. so this morning... at school, all of us (me, reenu, ireetha n n.g got so excited about u know who with you know what. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently eliza seemed to have woken up very very early despite no schooling (cuz she ponteng). she must horribly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11am plus plus, she met him. OMG... and she became super annoying, which makes me wan2 strangle her or at least kick her in her ass, haiyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12pm plus plus, to cure my annoyance, i sent her a picture of US being HAPPY in school and NOT caring anything she does...which sorta looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjbItfvqcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Iq-h3hnS1oo/s1600-h/17102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjbItfvqcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Iq-h3hnS1oo/s200/17102008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258193507653233090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN SHE SENT THE MOST ANNOYING THING EVER! which sorta looks like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCRg8mdOiI/AAAAAAAAACY/yJ5QX0BgacY/s1600-h/DSC00185.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCR_wxiqlI/AAAAAAAAACg/01FSalO5yXg/s1600-h/DSC00185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SQCR_wxiqlI/AAAAAAAAACg/01FSalO5yXg/s200/DSC00185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260364889379220050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout spicing up my day. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i heard it went well...so mushy la, tbt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...running...towards....wall&lt;br /&gt;(long piak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, TBT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='17th!!!'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjbItfvqcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Iq-h3hnS1oo/s72-c/17102008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-2498184085807034931</id><published>2008-10-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:02:24.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News</title><content type='html'>so now here comes me...who is going to crap...a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at school ( this morning)&lt;br /&gt;mr.toh came into class, start teaching. i took angie's yu tiao and shove it into my mouth n he saw it. oh o...he point his finger at me and shake his head. i gave him a smile :D. hahahaha. so much for being secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3501950412594550508#" onclick="togglePostOptions(); return false"&gt;Post Options&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...we took some stupid pictures for fun. which kinda look like this;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPYomVdKPbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bdoOwCUmyfo/s1600-h/15102008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPYomVdKPbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bdoOwCUmyfo/s200/15102008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257434254061223346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPYnjJyBz7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/O_En2U-9U1k/s1600-h/15102008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPYnjJyBz7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/O_En2U-9U1k/s200/15102008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257433099876290482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPYnQK1OvUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nKe_CFafFqk/s1600-h/15102008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPYnQK1OvUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nKe_CFafFqk/s200/15102008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257432773740641602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is it me or i'm the only one that looks stupid.hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the day we just joke around. p.s would u stop it bout the superman, its so weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school (night 8pm, PP cafe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, eli jio go pp cafe, but i so damn lazy so i said i lazy, wanna sleep..&lt;br /&gt;so she phone up my house and said,&lt;br /&gt;eli : u babi!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said got things wanna tell me which is too damn important to tell me over the phone, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i when to PP cafe and got the shock of my life~ eliza tan... yup u really spiced up my life. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me, reenu, joyce, li wei, angie, eliza having gossiping moments bout whos who with whats what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cafe (night 1am, home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit and chat to the siow char bos and eat supper. hahaha. tmrw still got school and the gossips will continue. p.s angie~wat monsterism le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-2498184085807034931?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2498184085807034931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=2498184085807034931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/2498184085807034931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/2498184085807034931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-now-here-comes-me.html' title='Shocking News'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPYomVdKPbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bdoOwCUmyfo/s72-c/15102008%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-1776842212294379761</id><published>2008-10-15T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:11:40.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss the chance</title><content type='html'>the blogs before this was meant to be for the sparks competition...&lt;br /&gt;which i gave up&lt;br /&gt;for the chess camp&lt;br /&gt;so sad...&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna say this but..&lt;br /&gt;eliza...I HATE YOU! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully theres another sparks comp next year or this holidays...hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-1776842212294379761?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1776842212294379761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=1776842212294379761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1776842212294379761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/1776842212294379761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-chance.html' title='miss the chance'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-5751056693367248122</id><published>2008-08-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:16:12.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my best day ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my best day is gotta be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA COMPETITION 2006&lt;br /&gt;CHAMPIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, nothing smells better then success.&lt;br /&gt;but better still is that our hard work paid off&lt;br /&gt;it was pure joy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we did work on this competition for 1 whole month&lt;br /&gt;to emerge as the winner was..phew.....is seriously&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drama team members lead by Anna&lt;br /&gt;was the best drama team ever&lt;br /&gt;we laugh, scream and taught each other the pure joy of acting on stage&lt;br /&gt;nothing could replace this joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so close, like a family of drama actors&lt;br /&gt;eating together, painting the props together and singing together&lt;br /&gt;all the weird quirky stuffs with did on stage, i will certainly remember it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3501950412594550508-5751056693367248122?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-5099913172297233797</id><published>2008-08-07T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:00:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best creative talent?</title><content type='html'>my best creative talent would be designing t-shirts and magazine covers&lt;br /&gt;i do have good ideas about arranging the pictures to make a statement...i like to think i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i designed 2 t-shirts for my school clubs and 2 magazines covers for my school club too. aww...the fond memories...yeah, it was bittersweet, i mean its hard to swallow criticism especially when u spent the whole week working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was done last year, i don't have any examples to be shown. all i can say was, theres wasn't any complains and thats very VERY good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-5099913172297233797?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5099913172297233797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=5099913172297233797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/5099913172297233797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/5099913172297233797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-creative-talent.html' title='best creative talent?'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-553690152097002595</id><published>2008-08-07T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:49:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colour of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black is so totally cool cuz its just is.&lt;br /&gt;it represent all the mystery in the universe and in our life.&lt;br /&gt;how cool can any other colours be?&lt;br /&gt;black goes well with any other colours&lt;br /&gt;i mean, other colours have to blend with each other but with black, its just magical&lt;br /&gt;black shows mystery, boldness and full of confidence&lt;br /&gt;black is the only colour that could represent me&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/3501950412594550508-553690152097002595?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/553690152097002595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=553690152097002595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/553690152097002595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like making people laugh, even when the jokes on me!&lt;br /&gt;i don't really mind if they joke about my eyes, my height, my skin colour...usually i'd just laugh with them or defend myself with lots of crappy defense word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like what i eat&lt;br /&gt;what i eat is basically anything edible&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it, i just love food&lt;br /&gt;if any of my classmates bring anything delicious-cakes, muffins, etc some of it will usually end up in my stomach. what...i just wanna taste...a little..bit&lt;br /&gt;my friends all know this about me, its no big deal, to me anyway, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to express...dramatically&lt;br /&gt;i talk with lots of expression and sound effects&lt;br /&gt;i mimic people in the worst possible way&lt;br /&gt;again...mostly so that people could laugh about it together&lt;br /&gt;and to make a normal conversation more 'interesting'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to crap...just for laughs&lt;br /&gt;i could go on crapping on something for quite long&lt;br /&gt;and for this my friend-Reenu has to suffer&lt;br /&gt;this crappy quality i learnt from another friend-Fiona...thanks dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to help in anyway i can&lt;br /&gt;i'd usually try my best to help anyone in anyway i could&lt;br /&gt;i feel that if its within my limits, i'd do my best to help them&lt;br /&gt;after all, its just a help, no life threatening stuffs  is going to happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats basically it, what makes rachel tan who she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3501950412594550508-3487520498669884863?l=meandmycookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3487520498669884863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3501950412594550508&amp;postID=3487520498669884863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/3487520498669884863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3501950412594550508/posts/default/3487520498669884863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meandmycookies.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-makes-me-me.html' title='what makes me, ME?'/><author><name>mE_mySelf_and_my_cOOkies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18016887370928367456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeFCF4jGnjY/SPjhtQeJeII/AAAAAAAAABI/RfqpoEfuqqs/S220/cookie-monster3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3501950412594550508.post-5515206178542562043</id><published>2008-08-07T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:56:24.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my alter ego...</title><content type='html'>i thought my alter ego is supposed to be a secret that no one else should know. i  already CAN imagine my friends rolling on the floor laughing their heads off at what i'm about to say. appearance wise...i'm sorta this 'macho', out-going, dare-to-do anything kind of gal but...i'm really a shy little girl thats afraid of the world and the people in it. i mean seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life when i was 7-10 years old;&lt;br /&gt;-my friends are like only 5 or lesser&lt;br /&gt;-i never talked to teachers unless i was ask to talk&lt;br /&gt;-i never volunteer to do or answer anything (to afraid)&lt;br /&gt;-never talked to the neighbour's kids&lt;br /&gt;-don't dare to ask the shop assistant where they place the 2B pencils&lt;br /&gt;-etc, etc, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lucky for me, my confidence start building up when i was 10 years old when i first got my 1st bestfriend-RAFIQA RAIHAN!&lt;br /&gt;she sorta help me in the building my confidence and losing my shyness process for that i'm seriously SERIOUSLY grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm full of confidence, ready to take on the ugly world, heads on.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;still the shyness is still in me, although i try very hard to keep it down, sometimes being shy is just 'unavoidable'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats kinda it, my 'alter ego'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weird thing is now, i feel so much better now that i'm telling this to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;weird huh...its just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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