<?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-8688089910078295580</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:29:45.282+08:00</updated><category term='Em0'/><category term='Exam'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Its a secret between you and I.</title><subtitle type='html'>whispering-cookie.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3994064413289419193</id><published>2009-12-31T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:33:25.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I surrender!</title><content type='html'>Alright alright, I'm here to update!!!!!!! Those who yelled in my chatbox, happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I abandonned my blog for 2 months or so. Initially it was because of SPM, since it was SPM time I thought I should at least online less. Sadly I couldn't resist the computer and instead of blogging, I went gaming instead. What game you ask? Maple Story! Laugh all you want I don't care LOL. I started playing on 30th Oct (hehehe good memory) all the way until now. Ah yes even during SPM, see how addicted I am? So stop blaming me for not updating hahaha, I'll go straight to Maple Story right after checking my mails :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the significant event that happened during this period of time where I went MIA is the end of SPM and school life. I was really looking forward to 14th Dec 2009 before SPM started but when the real time came, I didn't feel as much joy as I expected. I felt nothing in fact, haha. I wouldn't want to comment on the papers because there's no point doing it, so what if you yell about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got my new laptop too :) According to the tradition of my family, a new laptop is suppose to be a reward for SPM result. BUT, since my desktop was KO-ed by some blardy virus on 12th Dec, my mum decided that I can get myself a laptop when we went to Lowyat Plaza for Kaspersky Antivirus software. Thanks to that 3-users sharing thing haha. See my new baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.my/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://www.goldenkomputer.com/id/product/20091127193146_aspire%25204736G.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEGMcLegj4S4yJa-2NXeRuZP3HbAw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 197px;" src="http://images.google.com.my/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://www.goldenkomputer.com/id/product/20091127193146_aspire%25204736G.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEGMcLegj4S4yJa-2NXeRuZP3HbAw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not be the best but it has everything I want. Good enough for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn.... my life after SPM if you wanna know, it mostly filled with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Szwnt1f49DI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_E7USKTkcVQ/s1600-h/ms.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Szwnt1f49DI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_E7USKTkcVQ/s400/ms.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421251719855666226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh so lifeless right? I am so into it that I think my oven will soon have spiderweb on it :( I've started job hunting and will be start working in January 2010! I'm not working full time so you don't have to ask where I'll be working hehehe. Guess my life would be better by then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's the last day of 2009 and I'll be off to countdown later at The Curve! Since I'm stepping into the year of 18, I decided to dress up in a different way. Make over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahh&lt;/span&gt;, that's what most of us planned before SPM lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish everyone a wonderful year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3994064413289419193?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3994064413289419193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3994064413289419193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3994064413289419193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3994064413289419193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-surrender.html' title='I surrender!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Szwnt1f49DI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_E7USKTkcVQ/s72-c/ms.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5519705030193030440</id><published>2009-10-07T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:05:09.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near..</title><content type='html'>Its already October.&lt;br /&gt;Times flies huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of leaving the school in 2 months time is... Fascinating, yet a little of the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than happy to be untied by the sometimes-not-so-reasonable school rules, to donate the apron-like pinafore to my sister (ha!) or whoever needs it, to free myself from struggling to ace in the subjects which I am actually not quite interested in, to not wake up 6 something in the morning every weekday and da da da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these, of course, have been longing for and I believe it applies to many of the students out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to friends, I feel so reluctant to leave. The people I've lived together with for some time, the relationships that have been built up throughout the years make me wonder if I'll ever get to experience the same thing again. I had great memories with my mates, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, a little too fast to write these? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose an emo post once in a while doesn't harm, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know how you think about me and I shall say I kind of think the same way about you, too. But what can I do, because I understand that every person has different personality and we have to compromise to make things work in a good way. I suppose we tried, but sadly it didn't work out. I'm not ashamed to say that I did my part and at the same time, I do expect some effort from you too. Unfortunately, I find only myself, alone trying hard to adapt and fit in yet you did nothing. Nothing but expect me to be like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I thought, why must I change myself? I always enjoyed being myself, and if you're really one who cares, you should understand me well enough that I'm not the same kind of person like you are. I always say I'm cold- blooded, in a way, but actually its just my different way of showing my concern. I'm not the kind of person who would find you all the time to show you how important you are to me, I don't express my care directly, I don't talk alot but I care. Even people who aren't very close to me understand that very well. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed with how things turned out now. I find myself stepping away more and more from you, and, I find myself more comfortable with other people who are more like me. I guess we really have different way of thinking and handling things huh? We have different interest, different priorities of life and we don't think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what made things hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5519705030193030440?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5519705030193030440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5519705030193030440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5519705030193030440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5519705030193030440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near..'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2055867714039743254</id><published>2009-10-03T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:37:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New SPM Grading System.</title><content type='html'>My mum jut showed me this article from the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/3/nation/4835675&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388211857420356098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SsbGIugWigI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ylZwNWzIeLI/s400/ddxfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the chart:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388212338606699106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SsbGkvEHcmI/AAAAAAAAAwg/xackI9QRWEg/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;I wonder if this is a good news or a bad news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa nii, suddenly change pulak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-2055867714039743254?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2055867714039743254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2055867714039743254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2055867714039743254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2055867714039743254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-spm-grading-system.html' title='New SPM Grading System.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SsbGIugWigI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ylZwNWzIeLI/s72-c/ddxfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7969656688911481658</id><published>2009-09-26T10:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:22:45.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Penang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm back from Penang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what? I still prefer KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't really enjoy the beach because this trip wasn't meant for it. Went to some tourist attractions with 3 maps in our hands (Mum, Chee Yeen and I) and got lost for numerous time especially on the way back to hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall let the photos do the rest :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The photos are not in order because rearranging photos in blogger is hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2GRuCKCQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gFOGOfaR5uU/s1600-h/P1280030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385608368377956610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2GRuCKCQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gFOGOfaR5uU/s320/P1280030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2GRMwfveI/AAAAAAAAAv0/1z2hPLB4FGM/s1600-h/P1270898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385608359445511650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2GRMwfveI/AAAAAAAAAv0/1z2hPLB4FGM/s320/P1270898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assam laksa, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2FA78FNiI/AAAAAAAAAvs/NvgYKDVkuRk/s1600-h/P1270896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385606980541167138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2FA78FNiI/AAAAAAAAAvs/NvgYKDVkuRk/s320/P1270896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice Kacang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2FAdWsvGI/AAAAAAAAAvk/gVJh9LUencY/s1600-h/P1270886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385606972331310178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2FAdWsvGI/AAAAAAAAAvk/gVJh9LUencY/s320/P1270886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penang Butterfly Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2E_8bLTbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Ha6D9-NSAvg/s1600-h/P1270875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385606963491720626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2E_8bLTbI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Ha6D9-NSAvg/s320/P1270875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2E_UV0YuI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7H-OZBWhbVQ/s1600-h/P1270854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385606952731828962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2E_UV0YuI/AAAAAAAAAvU/7H-OZBWhbVQ/s320/P1270854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its an insect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385605173820277730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2DXxYQQ-I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZG4bgZTUFwI/s320/P1270843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385605160647710146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2DXATq1cI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bg5P2ZoRI2M/s320/P1270842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this piece :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385605155183199298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2DWr81BEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/EI0YCsgjxGE/s320/P1270838.JPG" /&gt; Do not 'pull' the butterflies :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385606944540502962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2E-102q7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJHKk0CjL_k/s320/P1270834.JPG" /&gt; Kek Lok Si Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2DWN9HeWI/AAAAAAAAAus/PIOcMvUiNlg/s1600-h/P1270830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385605147131345250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2DWN9HeWI/AAAAAAAAAus/PIOcMvUiNlg/s320/P1270830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm on the roof top XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2DViUjOEI/AAAAAAAAAuk/AvJ29LD0jzk/s1600-h/P1270824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385605135418472514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2DViUjOEI/AAAAAAAAAuk/AvJ29LD0jzk/s320/P1270824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2B1cbX58I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Cd3NPuEzjOE/s1600-h/P1270823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385603484569036738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2B1cbX58I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Cd3NPuEzjOE/s320/P1270823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2B05lW3MI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yiAQsFGcTqI/s1600-h/P1270821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385603475215670466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2B05lW3MI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yiAQsFGcTqI/s320/P1270821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2B0YGHCdI/AAAAAAAAAuM/2vnM-TV8pYA/s1600-h/P1270817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385603466226239954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2B0YGHCdI/AAAAAAAAAuM/2vnM-TV8pYA/s320/P1270817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2BzgFquRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8MQJ8g0A8Ag/s1600-h/P1270815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385603451191998738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2BzgFquRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8MQJ8g0A8Ag/s320/P1270815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2BzDFGr-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/tmDV8kjDQXU/s1600-h/P1270814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385603443405008866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2BzDFGr-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/tmDV8kjDQXU/s320/P1270814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing the stairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385599956975119490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr1-oHHcbII/AAAAAAAAAtc/jffaKKzXZ50/s320/P1280011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View from Penang Bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385595978677634226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr17AizaRLI/AAAAAAAAAsU/vupUagDB2xY/s320/P1270790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penang Bridge - it was raining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385595002864450514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16Hvnau9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/Z840DzlE_GA/s320/P1270762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597840048018322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr18s48sU5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/CxBXlNpTSck/s320/P1270801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385599984480639346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr1-ptlRWXI/AAAAAAAAAt0/0xhkcnpsq5k/s320/P1270808.JPG" /&gt; Sleeping Buddha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385599964831370162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr1-okYhS7I/AAAAAAAAAtk/7zIql1o_5XA/s320/P1270804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597800275507602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr18qkyL-ZI/AAAAAAAAAss/US-AoJrc59U/s320/DSC00001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385599974737927058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr1-pJSbW5I/AAAAAAAAAts/g-2rHzWT3WM/s320/DSC00007.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597821318716210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr18rzLR2zI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DZt3QTm3WeQ/s320/DSC00006.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you spot Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597808395930082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr18rDCPyeI/AAAAAAAAAs0/_02POQ8UThk/s320/DSC00005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385599947776185570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr1-nk2P1OI/AAAAAAAAAtU/DDCmdZvXor0/s320/DSC03899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batu Feringgi beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597829521405634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr18sRu89sI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ilI0wWLNf-M/s320/DSC00009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385595990542806194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr17BPASbLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/kubHgRwi-N0/s320/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385595967864244114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16_6hTB5I/AAAAAAAAAsM/7ZoNbfPY1j4/s320/DSC03893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16_BPNGfI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Grc5GP--qvk/s1600-h/DSC03884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385595952487537138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16_BPNGfI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Grc5GP--qvk/s320/DSC03884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385594990922104834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16HDIJAAI/AAAAAAAAArs/g5BhM_g03k4/s320/DSC03875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really don't know what is wrong with her -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385595009200808898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16IHOH48I/AAAAAAAAAr8/Gif_G42lL2U/s320/DSC03889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16GvkLF3I/AAAAAAAAArk/0emgrGmlvRI/s1600-h/DSC03870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385594985670973298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr16GvkLF3I/AAAAAAAAArk/0emgrGmlvRI/s320/DSC03870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School in 2 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nooo :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7969656688911481658?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7969656688911481658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7969656688911481658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7969656688911481658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7969656688911481658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-penang.html' title='Back from Penang!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sr2GRuCKCQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gFOGOfaR5uU/s72-c/P1280030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8687709358811770286</id><published>2009-09-17T08:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:37:03.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeee !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS HOLIDAY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/9/17/nation/4734222&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382244179267082914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGSkI-g2qI/AAAAAAAAArU/4Y9wmStuzE4/s320/dasdsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm home today, now because... I allowed myself to have an extra day of holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, don't start lecturing please, I'm just being lazy once in a while. Plus yesterday was the last day of exam and there will be no lesson going on today, who wouldn't want to stay home and have some rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm done with trials. If you ask me &lt;em&gt;"how was it?"..&lt;/em&gt; I'm afraid I can't give you an answer because I don't predict my results! Just.. Let it be whatever it is, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something to cheer me up when I was about to flattened by stress during exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382236066954729378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGLL8Qh16I/AAAAAAAAArM/q3jW-7nGbp4/s320/DSC03851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahha, finally after so long I got an upgrade for my PC! Its awesome and I can now play games which I couldn't play last time. Thanks to my old PC which broke down 2 weeks ago XD May you rest in peace and I'll remember the time when you were with us, LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos of my doggies playing with the blanket!&lt;br /&gt;They are cute don't they? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235429524354994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGKm1pSN7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/9LldR9xo-j8/s320/DSC03853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235438872647378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGKnYeF1tI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DF1zFCDSdz4/s320/DSC03855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235447306256834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGKn340gcI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7wultk6rXvw/s320/DSC03859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382236053169679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGLLI56rYI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jNv5-Yw_yKc/s320/DSC03867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382235423527540546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGKmfTiF0I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ufKfzKV3l7c/s320/DSC03836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:))))) Life is so good without exam, ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SrGSkI-g2qI/AAAAAAAAArU/4Y9wmStuzE4/s72-c/dasdsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5990429812418662795</id><published>2009-09-08T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:46:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAMS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:300%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM TIRED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this to end soon and I don't give a shit to the results anymore!&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/8688089910078295580-5990429812418662795?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5990429812418662795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5990429812418662795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5990429812418662795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5990429812418662795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/09/screams.html' title='SCREAMS!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6843225969366052157</id><published>2009-09-05T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:25:58.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaa.</title><content type='html'>A short note to let you know that I'm not dead, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I don't guarantee I will still be on 17th September 2009..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the edge of breaking down,&lt;br /&gt;you know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6843225969366052157?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6843225969366052157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6843225969366052157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6843225969366052157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6843225969366052157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/09/baaa.html' title='Baaa.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5474774571029972736</id><published>2009-08-23T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:58:23.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another birthday wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Andrianna Chin Sze Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May you have a sweet 17 ahead :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5474774571029972736?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5474774571029972736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5474774571029972736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5474774571029972736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5474774571029972736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-birthday-wish.html' title='Another birthday wish'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1404318949160361577</id><published>2009-08-21T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:21:59.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday?</title><content type='html'>Holiday is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled "holiday" and guess what came out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wyndhamvrap.com/general/snorkel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 374px;" src="http://images.wyndhamvrap.com/general/snorkel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://holiday-cottages.scotland.org.uk/images/holiday-cottage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 210px;" src="http://holiday-cottages.scotland.org.uk/images/holiday-cottage-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visit-lochcarron.com/images/Slumbay%20in%20October.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.visit-lochcarron.com/images/Slumbay%20in%20October.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/family-vacations-holiday-world-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/family-vacations-holiday-world-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, holiday is such an enjoyable moment. Sadly, not for my case this time. This is my version of holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mnaonline.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/1225274637_85fac883b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 363px;" src="http://mnaonline.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/1225274637_85fac883b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/So6FZhAdfII/AAAAAAAAAqE/B1TdKCIk3KU/s1600-h/man-stack-revision_%7Eih018032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/So6FZhAdfII/AAAAAAAAAqE/B1TdKCIk3KU/s320/man-stack-revision_%7Eih018032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372378078903106690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOgLOtsNV9Y/SCbV9vUTrJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1Fv5ZrmjTv8/s320/revision.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AOgLOtsNV9Y/SCbV9vUTrJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1Fv5ZrmjTv8/s320/revision.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a big contrast huh? Instead of the beaches and theme park, I'll have to stay loyal to my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study, study and study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehhh, that's so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something extra I just did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality test :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1404318949160361577?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1404318949160361577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1404318949160361577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1404318949160361577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1404318949160361577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/holiday.html' title='Holiday?'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/So6FZhAdfII/AAAAAAAAAqE/B1TdKCIk3KU/s72-c/man-stack-revision_%7Eih018032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6427843964212288435</id><published>2009-08-19T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:51:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the war begins..</title><content type='html'>I officially declare the starting of World War III - 2009 SPM Trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and here we are, in the mid of August. Few months later, I'm freeee to leave the school behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a happy thing to celebrate for I completed yet another part of journey in my life, but unfortunately before stepping out of the gate towards the next station, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE TO DEAL WITH CERTAIN THINGS WHICH I NEVER LIKED AND WILL NEVER LIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you're right, I'm talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S P M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;And before it, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;trials&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I'm facing tomorrow and the weeks ahead T________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper starts tomorrow. As usual, Chinese language paper is always either the first or the last to go.. Shall we thank the whoever for giving us the chance to officially launch or end a big exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I prefer not to have that honour.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it to yourself would you? Nahh no you won't, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Chai Yeen, keep the grumble to yourself and dig your head into your books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6427843964212288435?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6427843964212288435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6427843964212288435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6427843964212288435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6427843964212288435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-war-begins.html' title='And the war begins..'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6291266955338836812</id><published>2009-08-15T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:09:28.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tag</title><content type='html'>By Andrianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abc’s ShareRULES : Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to copy-paste this note, and answer all the questions. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged – including the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC ABOUT YOU QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;A – Available: Yes&lt;br /&gt;B – BIRTHDAY: 20th Jan&lt;br /&gt;C – CRUSHING ON: Computer(s)&lt;br /&gt;D – DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Ice cold water&lt;br /&gt;E – EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: Cecilia&lt;br /&gt;F – FAVORITE SONG: 一个人就好 (I don't care if you don't understand :P)&lt;br /&gt;G – GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Bears&lt;br /&gt;H – HOMETOWN: KL&lt;br /&gt;I – IN LOVE WITH: My dogs?&lt;br /&gt;J – JUGGLE: Nehh.&lt;br /&gt;K – KILLED SOMEONE: Noo!&lt;br /&gt;L – LONGEST CAR RIDE: 8 freaking hours !@#$@^&lt;br /&gt;M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: I don't like milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;N – NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 3&lt;br /&gt;O – ONE WISH: Be what I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;P – PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;R – REASON TO SMILE: A relieve.&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Kiss The Rain&lt;br /&gt;T – TIME YOU WOKE UP: 6.30am, damn.&lt;br /&gt;U – UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: Look at that! *Skip*&lt;br /&gt;V – VEGETABLE(S): Green, leafy ones.&lt;br /&gt;W – WORST HABIT: Procrastinating T_T&lt;br /&gt;X – X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: Toys?&lt;br /&gt;Z – ZODIAC SIGN: Half Aquarius half Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Questions&lt;br /&gt;· About YouSpell your name without vowels: GH CH YN&lt;br /&gt;· What color do you wear most?: Whitee!&lt;br /&gt;· Least favorite color?: Shitty green.&lt;br /&gt;· What are you listening to?: 一句话&lt;br /&gt;· Are you happy with your life right now?: I shall tell the truth, NO.&lt;br /&gt;· What is your favorite class in school?: Library -_-&lt;br /&gt;· When do you start back at school/college?: Monday. *YAWNS*&lt;br /&gt;· Least Favorite pair of shoes?: Killer heels.&lt;br /&gt;· Where do you wish you were right now?: Somewhere backpacking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;· Can you dance?: Think so?&lt;br /&gt;· Can you tie a cherry stem with you mouth?: Wtheck?&lt;br /&gt;· Can you whistle?: Yeappp!&lt;br /&gt;· Write with both hands?: Yes, but distorted.&lt;br /&gt;· Walk with your toes curled?: Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DO’S:&lt;br /&gt;· Do you believe there is life on other planets?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;· Do you believe in miracles?: Yup&lt;br /&gt;· Do you believe in magic?: Nehh.&lt;br /&gt;· Love at first sight?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;· Do you believe in Satan?: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;· Do you believe in Santa?: No.&lt;br /&gt;· Do you know how to swim?: Basic, yes.&lt;br /&gt;· Do you like roller coasters?: -_- Just not too extreme okay.&lt;br /&gt;· Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?: NEVERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;· Have you ever been on a plane?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;· Have you ever asked someone out?: Do girlfriends count? XD&lt;br /&gt;· Have you ever been asked out by someone: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;· Have you ever been to the ocean?: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;· Have you ever painted your nails?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;· What is the temperature outside?: Coooooooling.&lt;br /&gt;· What radio station do you listen to?: 988, Hitz FM&lt;br /&gt;· What was the last restaurant you ate at?: This is tough, I can't recall!&lt;br /&gt;· What was the last thing you bought?: A slice of papaya from school canteen xD&lt;br /&gt;· What was the last thing on TV you watched?: Badminton match, yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;· Who was the last person you IM’d?: Amanda&lt;br /&gt;· Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Lylas :)&lt;br /&gt;· Who was the last person you said I love you to?: Dogs count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;· Ever really cried your heart out?: Duh, I'm a girl afterall.&lt;br /&gt;· Ever cried yourself to sleep?: Yeah and I got up with puffy eyes, uglehhh!&lt;br /&gt;· Ever cried on your friend’s shoulder?: I don't usually cry in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;· Ever cried over the opposite sex?: No.&lt;br /&gt;· Do you cry when you get an injury?: Come on... No -.-&lt;br /&gt;· Do certain songs make you cry?: Yesss!&lt;br /&gt;· Are you a happy person?: No I am not, though I wish I am.&lt;br /&gt;· What can make you happy?: Having my life back on track again.&lt;br /&gt;· Do you wish you were happier?: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;· Can music make you happy?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;· How many times have you had your heart broken?: None? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;· Have you ever loved someone so much that you’d die for them?: Neh, I'm known as a cold-blooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;· What is your current hair color?: Black with a little brownish.&lt;br /&gt;· Current piercings?: one on each ear&lt;br /&gt;· Have any tattoos?: Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;· Eye color?: Black and a little brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;· Favorite eye color: Doesn't matter, but gorgeous please :D&lt;br /&gt;· Short or long hair: Short&lt;br /&gt;· Height: Taller, not just a bit but not too much either, lol.&lt;br /&gt;· Best clothing: Simple, smart and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;· Been to jail: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;· Laughed so hard you cried?: Yeap!&lt;br /&gt;· Cried in school: Yeah, for few frogs and some stupid stress.&lt;br /&gt;· Thrown up in a store: No.&lt;br /&gt;· Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: Yah!&lt;br /&gt;· Gone skinny dipping: Huh? NO!&lt;br /&gt;· Pepsi or Coke: Both dislike.&lt;br /&gt;· McDonald’s or Burger King: McDonalds, badabababa~&lt;br /&gt;· Single or Group Dates: Single&lt;br /&gt;· Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;· Strawberries or Blueberries: Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;· Meat or Veggies: Veggies.&lt;br /&gt;· TV or Movie: Movies.&lt;br /&gt;· Guitar or Drums?: Drums.&lt;br /&gt;· Adidas or Nike: Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;· Chinese or Mexican: Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;· Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;· Cake or Pie: Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY ITS DONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6291266955338836812?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6291266955338836812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6291266955338836812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6291266955338836812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6291266955338836812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag.html' title='A tag'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1388718752063594955</id><published>2009-08-13T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:03:35.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short one</title><content type='html'>I'm here to save my blog from collecting dust and growing spores, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start and end with the hottest topic among most of the form 5 students right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPM Trial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, its less than a month way and I'm still.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dot . dot . dot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; S T R E S S  gilerrrr !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi masih malas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1388718752063594955?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1388718752063594955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1388718752063594955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1388718752063594955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1388718752063594955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-one.html' title='Short one'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1830456991505872435</id><published>2009-08-05T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:52:03.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A post dedicated to the special people in my life</title><content type='html'>Before 5th August 2009 ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Amanda and Cecilia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, can't find any only-2-of-them photo, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 17 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1830456991505872435?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1830456991505872435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1830456991505872435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1830456991505872435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1830456991505872435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-dedicated-to-special-people-in-my.html' title='A post dedicated to the special people in my life'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2732783077475616597</id><published>2009-08-01T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:52:58.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A target.</title><content type='html'>One week had gone. Skipped school on Wednesday because I seriously thought that I need some rest that day. Exhausted, yes I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forget about all the busy shit, some of our school girls went to KDU College for a scholarship presentation ceremony. At first, I thought its the presentation to our seniors but I was surprised when they actually called us up and gave us our scholarship letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SnOtgWdV4PI/AAAAAAAAAp8/LX-IHF637qM/s1600-h/P1270486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SnOtgWdV4PI/AAAAAAAAAp8/LX-IHF637qM/s320/P1270486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364822352424460530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got. RM8000, no, not good enough. The course I'm aiming for cost about RM45, 000 and I will have to aim for the full scholarship. 9A1's, sigh, so lazy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-2732783077475616597?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2732783077475616597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2732783077475616597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2732783077475616597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2732783077475616597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/08/target.html' title='A target.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SnOtgWdV4PI/AAAAAAAAAp8/LX-IHF637qM/s72-c/P1270486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2932775832465002842</id><published>2009-07-28T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:12:07.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sack me la</title><content type='html'>What the eff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher, just sack me la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want and I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z z z z z .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-2932775832465002842?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2932775832465002842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2932775832465002842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2932775832465002842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2932775832465002842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sack-me-la.html' title='Sack me la'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3465120621866722482</id><published>2009-07-26T17:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:17:05.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berjaya University College of Hospitality</title><content type='html'>I believe most of you already knew about the visit to Berjaya University College last Saturday because its already featured in many blogs, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels to read about the same thing again, so I shall not blog too much about it. For those of you who do not know, kindly go to &lt;a href="http://www.dumdumnique.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.perfectsnoggin-g.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.sweetest-seventeen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrianna&lt;/a&gt;'s blog for the details. The photos below are, some already posted in the blogs mentioned while some are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpjgATz7I/AAAAAAAAApM/-Lp8m1V8Urg/s1600-h/DSC06316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpjgATz7I/AAAAAAAAApM/-Lp8m1V8Urg/s320/DSC06316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706946154811314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I adore.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate made by Chef Loke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwrGTC4NjI/AAAAAAAAAps/G82Om_SE-qM/s1600-h/DSCN5489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwrGTC4NjI/AAAAAAAAAps/G82Om_SE-qM/s320/DSCN5489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362708643482973746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The master behind the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpkiDFS-I/AAAAAAAAApk/2MSFEz5XfzA/s1600-h/DSC06309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpkiDFS-I/AAAAAAAAApk/2MSFEz5XfzA/s320/DSC06309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706963883183074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't come near or I'll give you a chocolaty slap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwrinIw9vI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WymuEYpmiXQ/s1600-h/DSC06338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwrinIw9vI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WymuEYpmiXQ/s320/DSC06338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362709129912710898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 monkeys posing outside of a meeting-in-progress conference room.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpjSaEMAI/AAAAAAAAApE/AgWIx0WiXKE/s1600-h/DSC03592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpjSaEMAI/AAAAAAAAApE/AgWIx0WiXKE/s320/DSC03592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706942504742914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dessert plating.&lt;br /&gt;Love the colours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpFyksycI/AAAAAAAAAos/I9bVrfrACHY/s1600-h/DSC03599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpFyksycI/AAAAAAAAAos/I9bVrfrACHY/s320/DSC03599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706435743205826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpGUMv2vI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vbzc9HfCqjw/s1600-h/DSC06356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpGUMv2vI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vbzc9HfCqjw/s320/DSC06356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706444769549042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpGA-PdOI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aA-1-6myVdE/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpGA-PdOI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aA-1-6myVdE/s320/DSC03596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706439608431842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpFpssnpI/AAAAAAAAAok/070y95cd5dk/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpFpssnpI/AAAAAAAAAok/070y95cd5dk/s320/DSC00720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706433360830098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Want some cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly on the way back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpFEChduI/AAAAAAAAAoc/F7cvkwaxlzM/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpFEChduI/AAAAAAAAAoc/F7cvkwaxlzM/s320/DSC00738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362706423251826402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I typed this using Cecilia's mini Iphone.&lt;br /&gt;I meant what I said because this simple message took me almost 10minutes to type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School tomorrow, again :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3465120621866722482?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3465120621866722482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3465120621866722482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3465120621866722482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3465120621866722482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/berjaya-university-college-of.html' title='Berjaya University College of Hospitality'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmwpjgATz7I/AAAAAAAAApM/-Lp8m1V8Urg/s72-c/DSC06316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4930856970564015423</id><published>2009-07-22T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:29:07.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New background!</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I've changed my blog background. Reason? Simply because the LYLAS are more towards the colourful trend now, so I guess I shall follow too? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, its Wednesday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, sister called back from her campus saying that her handphone got pickpocketed when she was squeezing through a crowd at pasar malam. Awww, poor her. The phone was only 5months+ old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, baked muffins during Renjer Puteri meeting. The AJK's were so worried when they realised that the ovens were not working! Luckily teacher came later and told us it was the switch problem. Ran for the extension wire and phewww, solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, went Selayang Mall after school to have lunch with Amanda and Cecilia. Authentic tom yam from Thailand, yummm! But I still prefer Asam Laksa though, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue next time, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4930856970564015423?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4930856970564015423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4930856970564015423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4930856970564015423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4930856970564015423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-background.html' title='New background!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8717802694307460875</id><published>2009-07-19T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:47:06.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's a girl who left her old group of mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And started joining a group of people who are different from those she used to hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As she mixed around with the new group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She felt happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And she treasured every single moment with them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But as time passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Things started to change without her knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It felt different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And she was upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She tried to figure out the reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then she realised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That the fact was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But undiscovered and unnoticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The fact that she did not understand some of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That she was not as close as the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That she sometimes felt odd in the group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That she was left out sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its not the group's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because she understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That the group showed welcome to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though there were conflicts at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They were mixing around with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Accepting her as one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The girl felt depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Knowing that its her own problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She tried to overcome it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But yet, she found it hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Refusing to fall deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She is still trying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8717802694307460875?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8717802694307460875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8717802694307460875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8717802694307460875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8717802694307460875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6085378056823453849</id><published>2009-07-18T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:32:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I love weekends just like everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend is the time I get to rest and sleep longer, live my day without stress and of course, do what I wish to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always happy when its Friday. TGIF, yeah lol. The reason is obviously because the next day is a Saturday! But unfortunately everytime when I wake up in the Saturday morning, time starts to fly and pooof! Its Sunday night and I have to prepare for school the next day, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I shall look at the bright side. So, these are what I got to do last weekend. I think most of the Chinese know this. Yup, the CNY peanut cookies. Okok, I know its not CNY yet but for your information, there's no such thing as CNY cookies at home. They are all- time because my mum love them and crave them always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGOuAZjVMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/d-FbV0lVrHY/s1600-h/P1270376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGOuAZjVMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/d-FbV0lVrHY/s320/P1270376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359721952579900610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGOufBQxOI/AAAAAAAAAns/8lX8tIG_fLM/s1600-h/P1270377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGOufBQxOI/AAAAAAAAAns/8lX8tIG_fLM/s320/P1270377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359721960799519970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before sending them into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGOuR6tO5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/BN0K1FiTBN0/s1600-h/P1270379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGOuR6tO5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/BN0K1FiTBN0/s320/P1270379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359721957282364306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after!&lt;br /&gt;Poor them crushed by my mum's fingers -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, my mum, sis and I went grocery shopping. Out of a sudden my sister said, eh I want to eat lemon bars! And then, we went home with 3 lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up quite early this morning and started playing with the lemons. Not long after, they transformed into these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGPdr2WwcI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QTUYZK0sDAs/s1600-h/P1270401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGPdr2WwcI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QTUYZK0sDAs/s320/P1270401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359722771697287618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemon bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGPdfiH5oI/AAAAAAAAAoM/T0CD9Q0alwc/s1600-h/P1270414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGPdfiH5oI/AAAAAAAAAoM/T0CD9Q0alwc/s320/P1270414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359722768391202434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lightly dusted with icing sugar for a better look.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeee citrus fruits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6085378056823453849?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6085378056823453849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6085378056823453849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6085378056823453849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6085378056823453849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SmGOuAZjVMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/d-FbV0lVrHY/s72-c/P1270376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6407362380246201972</id><published>2009-07-14T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:03:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>I felt terrible in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. I just can't wait for school to end. 5 more months and bye, I'll fly and leave all the unwanted stress behind. No, I don't hate the school actually, its about the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like collapsing now, don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;How good if I live in a happyland huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6407362380246201972?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6407362380246201972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6407362380246201972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6407362380246201972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6407362380246201972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-340347540237752427</id><published>2009-07-10T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:27:11.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some facts about me</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is gonna be a random post.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why all of a sudden I am writing this, its RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. My biggest dream is not to be a top scientist or doctor, not to earn hell lots of money, not to be known by everybody, not to be the cover girl of the magazine, not to be in the news headline, but to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;backpack around the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't make-up&lt;/span&gt;, partly because I think it is too troublesome to spend so much time in front of the mirror everytime before leaving home. But the main reason is of course, I'm simply too lazy to do so, and I don't have any of the cosmetics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;3. I prefer&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flying fox, rock climbing, jungle trekking, beaches and volleyball &lt;/span&gt;than movies, shopping and dating for my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I use the oven and kitchen scale more often than my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. I love animals, sometimes more than human. I curse people who bully them, I cry when I see animals being abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;6. I've got myself a driving licence but I'm not eager to drive around. I think sleeping in car is way better than paying full attention on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;7. People crave for seafood but I turn my head away when I see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;8. I used to dance hip- hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;9. I'll pick up a nail cutter whenever I see one and start trimming my nails, which explains why my nails are always short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;10. I'm a lazy bump, as lazy as Garfield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-340347540237752427?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/340347540237752427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=340347540237752427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/340347540237752427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/340347540237752427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-facts-about-me.html' title='Some facts about me'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-388123704164791642</id><published>2009-07-08T14:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:43:33.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much work, so much stress, so much complaints and so much injustice...&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what did I.. No, what did we do that we deserve all these? Why are some people around us, who claimed that they are trying to shape us into better person, being so unreasonable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the improvement is not enough. And because of our not-so-enough improvement, we got a class demerit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is that? We improved, though not drastically, but we deserve a demerit? So encouraging huh? What makes you think that we'll work harder to improve some more when this is what we get for improving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not say that we are very good, okay. But improving takes time, and obviously is done bit by bit. If you expect us to change into some brand new person over a day, that's not an improvement anymore. That's a change instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im⋅prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to bring into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; desirable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; or excellent condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to make (land)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more&lt;/span&gt; useful, profitable, or valuable by enclosure, cultivation, etc.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to increase the value of (real property) by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;betterments&lt;/span&gt;, as the construction of buildings and sewers.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to make good use of; turn to account: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He improved the stopover by seeing a client with offices there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to increase in value, excellence, etc.; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;become better&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The military situation is improving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to make improvements, as by revision, addition, or change: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;None of the younger violinists have been able to improve on his interpretation of that work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? Improve is defined as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; become &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;more desirable&lt;/span&gt;, not become &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;completely desirable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what you said? There's no room for argument in this case. Well yeah, because you're holding the power and us? Nothing but to obey. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can't say that because its against me."&lt;/span&gt; This is what I heard today. Students' right? Nahh, forget about that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you say, we do have suggestion box and blablabla, but hey, who can guarantee that nobody will be going against us, or picking at us if we really complaint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, you people are only focusing on all the mistakes and yet you hardly notice or appreciate the good things we've done. Because you think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well it should be that way&lt;/span&gt;.. And you ignored it. But once a mistake, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you compare the merit and demerit marks of ALL classes, you'll see how generous you are in giving demerit marks that some are exceeding 1000marks whereas the highest merit mark in the whole school is only about 100marks. So much of looking-at-the-positive-and-bright-side huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny, adults.&lt;br /&gt;You ate your own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a little straight forward here but trust me, this is what almost everyone of us feel. If you need comments or feedback to improve your system, this is it. I'm saying it out from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But if you are to penalise me for this, I'm speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-388123704164791642?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/388123704164791642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=388123704164791642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/388123704164791642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/388123704164791642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-not-happy.html' title='I am not happy'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7965610640034860747</id><published>2009-07-06T16:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:08:14.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes and cheers :)</title><content type='html'>First, let me apologise for being inactive once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the long- waited Cheer 2009 competition. I've been to this annual cheer leading competition every year since form 1, such a loyal supporter huh? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Blitzerz from SMKBUD4 went home with the champion trophy, while the 1st runner-up went to Shirtliff and 2nd runner-up was won by Calyx. I think Blitzerz did an awesome job. They deserve the victory. Watch them in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_xeq1MuQ3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_xeq1MuQ3E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I did not participate, the competition somehow bored me. I was just, a little lack of spirit. For the first day, Cecilia, Andrianna Ping and I went together. Yes yes, Andrianna's name is there! We only stayed in the stadium for 2 hours or so before we left to Times Square. Bought some clothes and shoes together there, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHE8rpxbnI/AAAAAAAAAms/OIQa-EB9030/s1600-h/DSC03491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHE8rpxbnI/AAAAAAAAAms/OIQa-EB9030/s320/DSC03491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355277978709356146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place we had lunch in Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;One word: BLACKLISTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHE9ITV4BI/AAAAAAAAAm0/7jKvlXJfa48/s1600-h/DSC03480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHE9ITV4BI/AAAAAAAAAm0/7jKvlXJfa48/s320/DSC03480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355277986399903762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the ghostly train we boarded.&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHGZ8_nLVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/zwU7Wd9FRf4/s1600-h/100_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHGZ8_nLVI/AAAAAAAAAm8/zwU7Wd9FRf4/s320/100_0666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355279581092195666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Thursday, some lecturer from KDU College came to my school to guide us a little on cupcakes decoration. Awwww, obviously I would never miss this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were borned in my hands :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHGahoF4sI/AAAAAAAAAnE/oLZsHmf3f70/s1600-h/P1270365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHGahoF4sI/AAAAAAAAAnE/oLZsHmf3f70/s320/P1270365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355279590925656770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHIWD9niZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cLtFUJyhi_c/s1600-h/P1270366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHIWD9niZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/cLtFUJyhi_c/s320/P1270366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355281713266657682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHGa1ByOoI/AAAAAAAAAnU/j47ySwPiLDA/s1600-h/P1270369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHGa1ByOoI/AAAAAAAAAnU/j47ySwPiLDA/s320/P1270369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355279596133694082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell you what, it was fun! Making roses, piping cream, sprinkling chocolate.. I enjoyed every single thing. Heheh ;) Guess I'm pretty sure with which path I'm taking after form 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Ping planned a Taiwan trip after SPM and asked Cecilia and I to join. Maaaaa I want to go T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Changing my number very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7965610640034860747?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7965610640034860747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7965610640034860747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7965610640034860747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7965610640034860747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/07/cupcakes-and-cheers.html' title='Cupcakes and cheers :)'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SlHE8rpxbnI/AAAAAAAAAms/OIQa-EB9030/s72-c/DSC03491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4052587731312163951</id><published>2009-06-29T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:57:51.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I say?</title><content type='html'>I'm here to save my blog from dying after so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I have not been updating my blog is..&lt;br /&gt;As usual, nothing to blog about. Yup, as pathetic as it may sound, my life is booooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, before I start nagging with my old my-life-is-so-boring, let's take a peek at the latest happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hottest happening is of course, Micheal Jackson's death. I was in shock when Cecilia told me the news that he died, but that's all. No sad no tears, I felt nothing. Hey hey, don't start criticizing please. I did not live in a Micheal-Jackson-trend environment nor I was a big fan of him, so no, his death did not give me a big impact. However, may you rest in peace MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I think my stuff is playing some sort of hide-and-seek game with me now. I've lost my earrings, my bottle, my pen and my tie. Hell yeah, I've lost my tie. Stuuupid! I only realised it this morning when I had only 10 minutes or so left before leaving to school. Lol, guess this is what happens when you don't get things ready earlier =P I end up going to school with my last year's old tie. Luckily I did not dump it, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was late to school today. Not because of the dumb tie of course, not really. I was surprised to find out that many of my classmates were late too, hahahha! And we were pointing at each other, saying hi and laughing out loud in the canteen. Such an coincidence :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened after the morning assembly which kind of blew our mood off. One of my classmates got 'punished' for some not-so-serious reason, sigh. I don't understand why do certain people like to spoil one's mood :( Poor her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I nearly forgot about the war in my class. It was.... Stunning I would say -.- I have not seen much scenes like this other than on TV. Hope things will get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it. I shall not continue anymore cause your eyes are slowly shutting already.&lt;br /&gt;Right? Hehehhee.&lt;br /&gt;So bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Mountain of homeworks to be done T..T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4052587731312163951?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4052587731312163951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4052587731312163951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4052587731312163951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4052587731312163951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-should-i-say.html' title='What should I say?'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6899653123974552410</id><published>2009-06-20T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:35:26.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up.</title><content type='html'>I think I found out the reason why I don't like being in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no privacy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No secret, no respect, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often say family should be the closest one in life, but I believe sharing secrets has its limitation even if its among family. I hate it when some small matter is being spread around like a breaking news which made me being questioned as if I did a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so obvious that I do not like to be bugged with questions, so please stop creating issues that might bring up any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being questioned. I think I can handle my own business, with my own way of course. Help? Don't worry, I'll speak them out if I need it. Otherwise, I would be glad if you stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My business is not for you to bother about.&lt;br /&gt;I've repeated it zillions times but I don't think the words made it into your brain.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6899653123974552410?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6899653123974552410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6899653123974552410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6899653123974552410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6899653123974552410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/fed-up.html' title='Fed up.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8719349592842542331</id><published>2009-06-20T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:24:48.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short now!</title><content type='html'>I got the 30th placing in my school Jogathon this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I got 31st last year while the school only awarded medals for the top 30! So yeah, think you could guess how upset I went. Luckily this year, my placing improved by ONE. Only ONE, but its good enough for me to get a medal. At least I did not come home empty handed for my last year of Jogathon in school, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjzh4rOR_eI/AAAAAAAAAmU/urGQ6BKPOlc/s1600-h/DSC03477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjzh4rOR_eI/AAAAAAAAAmU/urGQ6BKPOlc/s320/DSC03477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349398821200854498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weng Yian said I won because she did not take part. Ohh come on, that's your problem ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and I went straight to Snowflakes at Selayang Mall after everything ended and we bumped into Carissa and Tarveendar. Snowflakes has become the favourite hang out place of us I would say =) I stayed there until 10pm+ yesterday, syiokness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to wait for Cecilia initially, as she promised to reach there at 1pm something. I guess Cecilia's watch must have something wrong cause her 1pm+ turned out to be 3pm+! Because of that, Esther went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Cecilia, you owe both of us a mealll!&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a haircut with Weng Yian and Tracy who came later. I didn't plan to cut at first, but after being persuaded by them... I ended up walking out of the saloon with a short hair T_T&lt;br /&gt;Loool, still not so used to my short hair yet ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SjzhO4cd1HI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yQulhwvVtkw/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SjzhO4cd1HI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yQulhwvVtkw/s320/DSC03466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349398103195505778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjzh4d7HpwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/u07zWDgsrF0/s1600-h/DSC03470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjzh4d7HpwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/u07zWDgsrF0/s320/DSC03470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349398817630824194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why I cut it so short, because even I don't know the reason!&lt;br /&gt;Impulse cutting? I think so -..-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8719349592842542331?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8719349592842542331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8719349592842542331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8719349592842542331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8719349592842542331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-now.html' title='Short now!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjzh4rOR_eI/AAAAAAAAAmU/urGQ6BKPOlc/s72-c/DSC03477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3357505824023811295</id><published>2009-06-16T17:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:01:03.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>After the forever-on-going delays, procrastination and all, my new blog layout is finally out of the oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is enough to satisfy the LYLAS huh? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as what I said earlier, I won't be updating much in this blog. Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about laaa! Told you my life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's over, school's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is dead, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And hell, our school jogathon is getting so-not-jogathon! Have you ever heard of a jogathon which the participants are forced to fork out their pocket money if they fail to collect the organiser's desired amount? Lame lame lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam papers are flowing back one by one, but odd to say, I have not much feelings when I look at the what-the-heck marks. Lol yup, my result dropped like BLAAAAAAA, as what I've expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh, don't have to comfort me. I'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something a little more meaningful during holiday I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjdn_vP7C0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/6UzuWnE-4wM/s1600-h/DSC03379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjdn_vP7C0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/6UzuWnE-4wM/s320/DSC03379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347857427238423362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SjdoAAlZbOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VPIjMaxaWjs/s1600-h/DSC03381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SjdoAAlZbOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/VPIjMaxaWjs/s320/DSC03381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347857431891897570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjdn_2ZHo0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/IuHYGtWC7HI/s1600-h/DSC03380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SjdsvJlO2iI/AAAAAAAAAlc/YLAqBxbzWRM/s320/DSC03427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347862639807486498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SjdpPGPewPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Gtxru6kJhK8/s1600-h/DSC03420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SjdpPGPewPI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Gtxru6kJhK8/s320/DSC03420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347858790620250354" 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/8688089910078295580-3357505824023811295?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3357505824023811295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3357505824023811295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3357505824023811295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3357505824023811295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sjdn_vP7C0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/6UzuWnE-4wM/s72-c/DSC03379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-9119493486583673029</id><published>2009-05-26T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:23:29.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE!</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM FREE OF EXAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(for now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeee, after 3 stressful weeks I'm finally done with it! Okay, not really if you count Civic and PJ papers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how the results will turn out, for now let's just celebrate that we can breathe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to the long awaited holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Redang during the holidays, how cooool! Beach oh beach, here I come! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-9119493486583673029?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/9119493486583673029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=9119493486583673029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/9119493486583673029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/9119493486583673029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/free.html' title='FREE!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7267280796194075722</id><published>2009-05-21T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:50:46.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAY STRONGGGGG!</title><content type='html'>I screwed my History paper 1, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a flu and my head's aching like its about to crack, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to hold myself on and swallow 400 pages of Chemistry facts by tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, exam is cold blooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7267280796194075722?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7267280796194075722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7267280796194075722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7267280796194075722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7267280796194075722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/stay-stronggggg.html' title='STAY STRONGGGGG!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4969685305798776360</id><published>2009-05-16T01:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:29:03.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A confession to be made.</title><content type='html'>Stress, depression, confusion..&lt;br /&gt;These are what I had been and am still facing right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life changed, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Because I changed a alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know when did the changes start happening, nor do I know what brought them on.&lt;br /&gt;But life really sucks to the core now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no more interested in my studies, or maybe I never was, but at least it wasn't that bad last time. I've lost every single bit of interest in what I study especially the pure science subjects. Everytime when exam comes near, I feel so lifeless, helpless, stressed, afraid, frustrated, depressed, and anxious. I fail to make myself study no matter how near the exam is until the very last minute, when the panic strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try fixing it. I tried persuading myself to study, I tried to leave my procrastination behind and I did try to study, hard, because I really want to feel good again. But all that I've tried, all my effort did not work out. Not even a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I will not go any further in science after form 5, I can't find a reason for me to study. Yes, I know there actually are, perhaps tons of them, but none are convincing enough for me and whatever motivation given had failed. Why must I bother about them when they have nothing to do with what I'll be doing in the future? I am not interested at ALL but yet I have to live with them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I f*cking hate all the pure science and the non-future-related subjects that I'm forced to study. No, just say I hate everything about education. They turned my life into some miserable shit. Sometimes I wonder why must human be so advanced? Isn't it good if we are more simple- minded creatures and live an easier life? Life is meant to be enjoyed, life is short so be happy and blablabla, I've heard them again and again and I sincerely do agree with them. But how should I enjoy with these bothering me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of completely ignoring the test appeared again and again in my mind. Well, since they are nothing after form5, why should I care? I don't have to live with stress if I don't care about them! I can be happy then! I really want to not give a damn, but I'm afraid. I fear the consequences. All those years I had lived through, I cared very much about my academic results. I do not know how will things turn out if I really do so. What would my parents, my family and my teachers feel and think about me? And most importantly, how would I think about myself? Am I really going to be fine with it? Can I really face what's in front of my eyes? What will happen to my life then? Will I destroy my future with my own hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck. Half of me want to not care but the other half still mind hell much about it. Honestly, being a so- called top student isn't as cool as it may sound. People see me as a smart ass or whatever in their eyes, and being someone who minds about how people think about me (I admit), I struggle hard to maintain my performance. But as time passes, I find it pointless. I realise that I'm working hard not for myself, but just for the sake of maintaining my performance and my image in peoples' eyes. How pathetic am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is screwed. There are times when I think about the reason why I'm still breathing. Why? Behind the smile and laughters, I struggle hard to live through every single day. I'm tired of crying silently at night, dropping tears onto my pillow and screaming in my heart. I want to be happy again. I'm sick of tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have to make a decision to be happy once again. So people, please stop the "you-dont-study-also-can-one-la" and don't expect something good from me anymore. They stress and freak me out. I've no confidence at all and I really really doubt my ability in maintaining my performance any longer. I'm sick of forcing myself to do something I hate and I don't think I want to continue doing it. Please, don't question me when you see me dropping to the bottom. I don't think I can handle it without tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the easy path. I know I shouldn't, but please allow me. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be myself,&lt;br /&gt;do what I like,&lt;br /&gt;and be happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4969685305798776360?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4969685305798776360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4969685305798776360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4969685305798776360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4969685305798776360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/confession-to-be-made.html' title='A confession to be made.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6761040518084234485</id><published>2009-05-01T18:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:14:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NO, Don't come back!</title><content type='html'>I am feeling stress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week had been really busy, again. Homeworks are seriously stressing me out and I have soooooooooo much to be completed by Monday. Worse of all, I will be out for some competition tomorrow for almost whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count count, how much time left? One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mid- term is next week. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun today :D Went to Cecilia's sister's shop early in the morning to help them out with the shop opening. I enjoyed walking around, giving out free cookies and persuading people to try the shaved ice out, not forgetting how many we rolled our eyes when people were being rude and how we laughed out loud when funny things happened. xD Cecilia, Farz, Tarveendar, Weng Yian and Esther, let's work there after SPM. HAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the shop name is called Snowflakes. The ice selling there was, trust me, yummmmy! Especially the peanut one, slrpppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pay a visit if you happen to go to Selayang Mall ok? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best shot of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330810349077307570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfrXxMW6oLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/IeckBFGn8jM/s200/DSC02688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry Cecilia, but I can't help it. Whack me if you want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, we are not sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6761040518084234485?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6761040518084234485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6761040518084234485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6761040518084234485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6761040518084234485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-no-dont-come-back.html' title='NO NO, Don&apos;t come back!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfrXxMW6oLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/IeckBFGn8jM/s72-c/DSC02688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3742573838502744729</id><published>2009-04-26T10:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:10:20.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That week.</title><content type='html'>My blog went dead for a while because I was feeling lazyyy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE PEOPLE SAID MY BLOG IS TOO WORDY AND IT HURT ME SO I DECIDED NOT TO BLOG ANYMORE T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah just kidding -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog, so I'll just blog the way I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was really busy. I was out for Monday, Tuesday and Friday for volleyball competition. Happy to say both the junior and senior teams got third placing. Well, I admit that we did feel disappointed as we were aiming for at least a silver medal.. But yeah, at least its something =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPcCWolqI/AAAAAAAAAic/FhBCN5Aupd0/s1600-h/DSC02687.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPcCWolqI/AAAAAAAAAic/FhBCN5Aupd0/s200/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328830864684521122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did not expect to get this in my secondary life, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPcH2sG_I/AAAAAAAAAik/ABYyY7qMjFE/s1600-h/DSC02676.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPcH2sG_I/AAAAAAAAAik/ABYyY7qMjFE/s200/DSC02676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328830866161146866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPkjlL1TI/AAAAAAAAAjE/jz304xDqRBA/s1600-h/DSC02675.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPkjlL1TI/AAAAAAAAAjE/jz304xDqRBA/s200/DSC02675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328831011042874674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPccKcgrI/AAAAAAAAAi8/6L8OQGmgcKs/s1600-h/DSC02670.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPccKcgrI/AAAAAAAAAi8/6L8OQGmgcKs/s200/DSC02670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328830871612719794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPP6oa6R2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/gIDujxTPYd4/s1600-h/DSC02677.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPP6oa6R2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/gIDujxTPYd4/s200/DSC02677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328831390299080546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPcWrW5EI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qMQwza1uUWs/s1600-h/DSC02672.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPcWrW5EI/AAAAAAAAAi0/qMQwza1uUWs/s200/DSC02672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328830870140150850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A big big thank you to everyone who wished us good luck. Oh and if you dont mind, please stop telling me how dark I am now T__T Because that's what the first thing everyone said to me when they saw me. Saddddd. I've got bad sunburn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat for intervension papers on Wednesday and Thursday. Funny to say, most of the teachers were hunting for me. HAHAHA, why? They want me to resit for the papers ASAP so badly! Luckily I was out again on Friday and escaped! Loool xD But tomorrow, hmm... =_= FYI I've not touched my books yet and I &lt;del&gt;might&lt;/del&gt; will be going out later. Oh well.. Screw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing is, I had to &lt;del&gt;hide&lt;/del&gt; wait in the toilet while my class was marking the bio papers. WTH right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my school's annual speech day, one of the important events in my school. I spent my precious Saturday morning there and got a certificate and some money back as reward. Lool, not too bad la. I shall thank the school for that. I skipped the 'jamuan ringan' though, because the way people &lt;del&gt;fight for&lt;/del&gt; get their food scared me off. Really speechless.. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3742573838502744729?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3742573838502744729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3742573838502744729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3742573838502744729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3742573838502744729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-week.html' title='That week.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SfPPcCWolqI/AAAAAAAAAic/FhBCN5Aupd0/s72-c/DSC02687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4478212293458680477</id><published>2009-04-20T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:04:44.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pray for tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>As you know, today's the day for the first round of volleyball competition. Happy to say, our team won both the matches today and we're in semi- final if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the second and final round will be tomorrow. Please pray that we'll win, I'm desperate to taste victory. I pray, we pray. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a fullstop for everything. You know how much it is damaging you, please stop doing it. You've read those stories which scare the hell out, so why can't you stop and leave that dumb thing alone? You ain't gonna live with it, you can't. It will and it can NEVER happen, I demand you to stop it right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow, 21 April will be the day for a new life. Make a promise, my dear. Trust yourself that it'll workout. And most importantly, keep your words. Every promise you break you're pushing yourself nearer to the cliff, towards the death. You know it very well don't you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've seen what it had brought you, yes those extra junks that you need to get rid of. You witnessed how evil it was and how miserable your life had been with it. You've had enough, its time to fight against the dark. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use your pride, your mind, your imagination. You know what you have, use them now. Please, I'm begging. Leave it before its too late, let it makes no more harm to your life. Your life shouldn't be such crappish, take it under your own control instead of being taken over by something else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know you can if you want it. You always can. So make no difference this time, leave it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm saying, praying, begging from my heart right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time for a change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Don't ask me wthell is this for. Something personal, only for myself and urh... related ones :D ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4478212293458680477?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4478212293458680477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4478212293458680477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4478212293458680477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4478212293458680477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-pray-for-tomorrow.html' title='I pray for tomorrow.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8826814557261331006</id><published>2009-04-17T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:24:45.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoked</title><content type='html'>Tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EXHAUSTED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather was extremely HOT and the sun had sooo freaking much energy. The sky was so clear that there wasn't even a piece of cloud to cover that sun for just a few seconds! Give me a magnifying glass and I could burn myself up in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be bearable if I was staying indoor but unfortunately, I was under the sun since 11am until almost 4pm today! I was basically barbequed or roasted if you prefer it. Everyone said so. I felt my face was all crumpled together as I couldn't open my eyes wide because of the sun and I had to use my fingers to stretch my face at the end of the day, lol. Sigh, all for the sake of volleyball. Nvm, soon it'll be over. Next Monday is the day and I hope we can get something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also because of that, I get to sit for most of my papers later, meaning I have more time to study? Ahh, I doubt so. I just don't think I can study after the exhausting matches. I'm not supergirl ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of the class for the entire day.  Speech day rehearsel before recess and volleyball practise after recess, no books. Oh urhm, I'm still in the shock with what I got for my last year's acedemy. Unbelievable and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendship is fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Never under estimate the power of words,&lt;br /&gt;they can be utterly destructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8688089910078295580-8826814557261331006?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8826814557261331006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8826814557261331006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8826814557261331006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8826814557261331006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/smoked.html' title='Smoked'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5483059066465873672</id><published>2009-04-15T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:00:36.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No no no</title><content type='html'>Sorry people, was not in the mood to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too lazy to update to be exact, hee. And with some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; around me?&lt;br /&gt;Nehh, too risky. I'm sick of squeezing my brain to create new bloglinks. Get me? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my easily-annoyed mood is back so yeah, I'm sorry but if you're trying or planning to make fun of me, get the others. Just not me for today, tomorrow, anytime until I'm out of this mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School hours have been and will still be occupied with all kind of career talks, exhibitions or anything related for the whole week. You should see my class' attendance, wonderful! But they can't be blamed because even I wish to do so but due to certain  responbilities I'm tied to, I've no choice but to drag myself to school. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect tomorrow to be a dull day, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially with all the happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The same, old things I want to scream about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. EXAM NEXT WEEK. SHIT LAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;2. Volleyball competition? God bless us, lol.&lt;br /&gt;3. So many career talks and exhibitions but I'm still remaining as a lost sheep.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't drag me into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind of thing. I had enough and its getting on my nerve everytime it becomes the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I've got my P licence but I'm not excited nor eager to drive.&lt;br /&gt;They said I'm weird, lol whatever la. I enjoy being fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5483059066465873672?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5483059066465873672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5483059066465873672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5483059066465873672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5483059066465873672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-people-not-in-mood-to-update-my.html' title='No no no'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8336717512027979733</id><published>2009-04-13T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:15:16.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>Be patient and read the whole thing. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;im an observer =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;u been...&lt;br /&gt;looking&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;my leg ?!&lt;br /&gt;shitssssssss... my leg got eye raped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;OBSERVE =/= STALK !&lt;br /&gt;sorry la, i X interested dengan kaki kau&lt;br /&gt;kaki saya dah cukup cantik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;jagan menipu&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;dekat mana cantiks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;itu bukan awak punya business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;alaaa&lt;br /&gt;saya juga ingin mengetahu&lt;br /&gt;boleh lah saya ambil bila u rip&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;saya rip pun kaki saya akan lekat dengan mayat saya&lt;br /&gt;awak jangan mimpi nak ambil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;oo..&lt;br /&gt;tak apa lo&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;pergi pasar, beli kaki ayam&lt;br /&gt;itu padan dengan kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;itu terlalu pendeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;awak memang pendek kan&lt;br /&gt;ngek ngek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;nanti saya jalan belompat&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;insulted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;ok la, pergi cari kaki bangau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;mengeinsultkan !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;cukp panjang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;saya cakap u handsem&lt;br /&gt;u mengeinsultkan saya pendek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;handsem itu satu insult&lt;br /&gt;sebab saya perempuan&lt;br /&gt;you buta kah apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. maaf&lt;br /&gt;saya tak nampak depan u&lt;br /&gt;rupa rupanya ada sedikit&lt;br /&gt;( XDDDD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;itu mata tak guna langsung&lt;br /&gt;korek &amp;amp; buang laaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;x boleh&lt;br /&gt;kalau buang.. lagi tak nampak depan u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;tukar dengan ayam, mata ayam pun better drpd away punya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;sekarang pun kena guna telescope&lt;br /&gt;baru nampak siki&lt;br /&gt;ayam mana mao ambil matanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;itu pasar kan banyak&lt;br /&gt;yang kepala kena chopped off tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;tapikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;simply pilih satu dan korek, lepas tu stuff dalam lubang mata kau la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;mata mereka banyak kecil&lt;br /&gt;saya takut nantikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;mata awak besar sangat kahhhh sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;sudah kecil&lt;br /&gt;saya tengok lagi kecil oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;mata ayam ada magnifying effect tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;lepas itu kapal terbang boleh terbang dekat tempat itu&lt;br /&gt;macam mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;itu kau punya imaginasi la&lt;br /&gt;kan i kata mata ayam boleh magnify punya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;got merh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;betul laaaa&lt;br /&gt;i tak tipu, i budak baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;oo...&lt;br /&gt;saya percaya awak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;betul, itu pilihan yang bernas sekali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=''&lt;br /&gt;wat is this?&lt;br /&gt;who wans to be a millionair merh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;adakah jawapan anda muktamad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;itu kan saya yang tanya&lt;br /&gt;awak yg pilih kan =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;oo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;okok &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;MAAF LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;TIDAK DIMAAFKAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;saya tak mao jadi millionair dah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;ANDA TELAH DISQUALIFIED-KAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;TERUUKS&lt;br /&gt;WAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;sila berambus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;WAAA&lt;br /&gt;BERAMBUS?&lt;br /&gt;damn ganas man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;tak ganas nanti kau tak berambus&lt;br /&gt;susahlah i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;saya akan berambus&lt;br /&gt;jagan worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;adakah anda pasti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;adakah itu keputusan MUKTAMAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;jawanpan saya muktamad !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;TAHNIAH, ANDA TELAH DI-BERAMBUS-KAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;OHH YEAHHHH !&lt;br /&gt;mana hadiah sayaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;BAGI MAKLUMAT ANDA, ANDA IALAH PEMENANG PERTAMA YANG MEMENANGI HADIAH BERAMBUS INI&lt;br /&gt;apakah perasaan anda sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;hadiah berambus la tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(M) kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh&lt;br /&gt;sayaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;sagat gembira&lt;br /&gt;sayaaa mahu terimakasih kepada chaiyeen&lt;br /&gt;yang sagat megelamekan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('.') γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, tak payah terima kasih saya&lt;br /&gt;itu semua adalah hasil titik peluh anda&lt;br /&gt;anda deserve it sangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; kse. / n2o says:&lt;br /&gt;damn crap man we both&lt;br /&gt;=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The End -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special credit to:&lt;br /&gt;KSE for being lame enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8336717512027979733?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8336717512027979733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8336717512027979733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8336717512027979733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8336717512027979733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8314136020155218028</id><published>2009-04-05T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:21:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed</title><content type='html'>Bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting more and more annoying now.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why are there distractions all the time?&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get myself out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I must, before its too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8314136020155218028?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8314136020155218028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8314136020155218028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8314136020155218028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8314136020155218028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/failed.html' title='Failed'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8033260839533005232</id><published>2009-04-04T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:40:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future.</title><content type='html'>Had been thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; about my future lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nahh&lt;/span&gt;, not the my-boyfriend-or-husband-has-to-be-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt; kind of thing, that's not me. Its about my study and career after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends already have an idea or even planned their path after SPM. They know what they want and they've decided which course to persue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike them, I'm still one of the miserable lost sheeps who failed to figure out a plan for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time flows &lt;del&gt;bit by bit&lt;/del&gt; like a rocket, the fear in me is also expanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do after form 5? What if I can't get a suitable course and end up having nothing? What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, maybe I'm thinking too much. Stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is still as crappish. Homeworks are left to deal with the growing procrastination in me. I have to admit that I'm getting worse day by day. I don't even give a damn to open my bag and do my homework after I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. Wth is wrong with me? Its SPM year, and on top of that, intervensi 2 is starting within 2 weeks+ time. Worst of all, if you ask me what did I learn for Bio this year? My answer would be.... *blank face* I can't even remember what's the first chapter called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'll screw my test this time, I really do. Unfortunately, nobody seems to agree with me. Fine, we'll see, then you know I'm not a genius or whatever crap but a normal human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lazy mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8033260839533005232?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8033260839533005232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8033260839533005232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8033260839533005232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8033260839533005232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/future.html' title='Future.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8825313986648964245</id><published>2009-04-01T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:12:09.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April fool? Fool yourself =)</title><content type='html'>I skipped all my classes in school today except the last 2 Physics periods which I don't count it as a class because basically what we did was all about copying and I learnt nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why did I skip? Well, that shows you don't know me well enough. I might sound goodie but deep inside I'm a true rebel. I sneaked out early in the morning and lepak-ed at somewhere called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a secret&lt;/span&gt; until the school almost ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lucky enough to not to get caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if you believe all those craps above, you really don't know me well. How on earth would I dare to skip classes? Especially when I'm the monitor and will easily be spotted if I wasn't in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, but the fact that I missed all the classes was true. Early in the morning we were all down to the hall to be guided on the new koko book system, and then the BORINGEST ON EARTH talk regarding pencegahan dadah with the disgusting,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; improper&lt;/span&gt; photos. Oh but Andrianna was so cool during the performance, wooots! With all the commands and the 'Haaaksss!' xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, the whole gang of us (minus Andrianna, poor thing!) went to bilik masakan to get our blood test done. We were too polite and kind to let everyone went before us (its true la, our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;real intention&lt;/span&gt; is another story ok? LOL.) and end up us being almost the last batch to go though we were the first batch to reach, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details on the funny and annoying things that happened while we waited? Go to &lt;a href="http://perfectsnoggin-g.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cecilia's blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once again, you complained. Since you have so much to comment on my work, why don't you tell me what to do then? Even you couldn't give me a proper answer, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So stop complaining you *toot*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8825313986648964245?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8825313986648964245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8825313986648964245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8825313986648964245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8825313986648964245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fool-fool-yourself.html' title='April fool? Fool yourself =)'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-330188988848148594</id><published>2009-03-30T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:45:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on, with the new me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CHECKLIST for 30 MARCH 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BM Lisan                      (      )         &lt;br /&gt;- Maths 1                         (      )&lt;br /&gt;- A. Maths 1                    (      )&lt;br /&gt;- Comprehension            (      )&lt;br /&gt;- Smoking Survey          (      )&lt;br /&gt;- Moral Kerja Amal        (      )&lt;br /&gt;- Read up 'Alcohol'          (      )&lt;br /&gt;- Revision (   )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh ow, procrastination alert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, whatever la. So what if exam's coming?&lt;br /&gt;I have excuse for screwing it - ITS CLASHING WITH THE VOLLEYBALL COMPETITION CAN?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blehh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise myself. Forget all the past crap shit, make it serious this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more no more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like dancing suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat?&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/8688089910078295580-330188988848148594?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/330188988848148594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=330188988848148594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/330188988848148594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/330188988848148594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/move-on-with-new-me.html' title='Move on, with the new me.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-158297145050362043</id><published>2009-03-28T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:37:51.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY ITS WEEKEND AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole week had been exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to almost every student I think, because holiday just ended and before we actually managed to switch back to study mode again, homeworks already come pouring in like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers were rushing their asses off to make sure they can finish the syllabus on time and us? Trying hard to absorb (lol, at least some of them were) and most of the time showing a puzzled look. At the end of every lesson, its normal to see our heads down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had our annual photograghy session on Wednesday and Thursday. The most annoying part of it was the never- ending announcements calling for members of societies to get down. Even teachers were frustrated with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher   "So girls, KMM telah bekerjasama dengan Jepun to..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Speaker   "Maaf kerana mengganggu, diminta AJK Kelab...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher   *Pause with a helpless look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher   "Ok let's continue. KMM coorperated with Jepan because of the..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Speaker   "Saya ulang, diminta AJK Kelab....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Students  "AIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!#$@#"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher   *Rolls eyes and shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it was quite a waste of time because every body took forever to settle themself with their desired pose. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And shhhh, the photographers suck! Well if you are to work for an English school, then at least please learn how to speak to the students in English lah. Not everyone could understand your Mandarin okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a super busy month and I'm gonna hate it. Volleyball competition is clashing with my Intervention Test on 20th. Sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My driving test on 7th April.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, that's freaking fast can &gt;.&lt; Thinking of it is already enough to make me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll pass, I don't want to waste money and time. =(&lt;br /&gt;*pray*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-158297145050362043?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/158297145050362043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=158297145050362043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/158297145050362043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/158297145050362043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgis.html' title='TGIS'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5204710521386634890</id><published>2009-03-27T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:34:33.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of the night.</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop rubbing your eyes, they are fine. It is indeed 1am in the morning now and &lt;del&gt;tomorrow&lt;/del&gt; I mean today, is a school day. FYI, I'll be getting up and going to school in 5 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that idiot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;digged up my blog, I decided the best time to blog would be now, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; in their own dreamland, it'll my time to be here to spit out all my thoughts, with the companion of the water dripping sound from the aquarium,  sacrificing my sleeping time just for this and end up going to school the next day in a zombie state and big, puffy eyes with two incredible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eye bags&lt;/span&gt; under them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going insane?&lt;br /&gt;Am I ruinning myself?&lt;br /&gt;Am I pushing myself to the very dark side of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things I'm going or have went through recently are, honestly, pretty bad for myself. But unfortunately, I'm too weak to control myself. I'm losing the war. My desire beats my self- control and the plan fails every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;Painful, depressing, guilty, disappointing, regretful, discouraging, exhausting, tiring, killing.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling you get when you want something so badly, but could not be achieved because of your own mistakes, your own hands that destroyed your hopes, your chances, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to end this. I know it will never do me any good, in fact it kills me, bit by bit, day by day. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; when it strikes, I feel so helpless, so useless. I could do nothing but to surrender and follow what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;Thank god its Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;co-curriculum&lt;/span&gt; activities are never ending and I'm freaking sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5204710521386634890?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5204710521386634890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5204710521386634890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5204710521386634890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5204710521386634890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/middle-of-night.html' title='Middle of the night.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1281290587614792030</id><published>2009-03-24T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:17:49.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are NOT welcomed!</title><content type='html'>When I change my bloglink, I believe you are not that dumb to not realise what is my intention of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we all have privacy. Stop trying to dig out my secrets if I don't want you to. I know blog is a public diary and that is why I'm not locking it up, but I'm sure you know I do not want any of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't force me to privatise my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Make our life easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's MYOB?&lt;br /&gt;Mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1281290587614792030?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1281290587614792030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1281290587614792030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1281290587614792030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1281290587614792030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-not-welcomed.html' title='You are NOT welcomed!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3143712691362911189</id><published>2009-03-24T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:50:01.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A decision.</title><content type='html'>Second day of school after the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, school is never enjoyable. I have no idea why I hate the school so much that I actually felt like crying on Sunday night. I didn't speak on Monday morning at home, not even a word. I stepped into the school compound with a long, black face, forcing myself hard to reply the greetings with a fake smile. At that time, everybody seemed annoying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask me? Isn't school life an enjoyable thing according to almost everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have the answer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could the miserable mood I'm going through lately be the one to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe my school is just simply too suckish than other schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swing or holiday mode, I do not know. But what I'm sure of is, I hate my life now, and sometimes even myself. I feel like I don't belong to anywhere, not school, and definitely not home. I hate to stay home. I go out whenever I get the chance, because staying at home wouldn't do me any good. Emotionally, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've become the anti social person at home. I hardly speak, even if I do it wouldn't be in a proper way. I often ignore the words, I always seem frustrated. Especially when its him, I couldn't help but to treat him invisible. I didn't mean to do that, but the reaction just comes naturally. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignore him&lt;/span&gt;, that's what always pop up in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody agrees when I call myself emo. Hah, I think I did a good job in wearing a smiling mask in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, cheer up. Its an important year and you know that very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't ruin it with your own hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's only one chance in your entire life, no turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, and stick to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3143712691362911189?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3143712691362911189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3143712691362911189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3143712691362911189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3143712691362911189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/decision.html' title='A decision.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4596017152778507450</id><published>2009-03-20T10:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:43:09.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting</title><content type='html'>You know I hate to rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I went to Genting! Alone? Not really, my mum went with me. Just that we seperated and walked our own way right after we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took bus from Putra LRT station and then boarded the Skyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMGQTukPMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L9QbuBbpuv4/s1600-h/DSC02300.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMGQTukPMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L9QbuBbpuv4/s200/DSC02300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098862470577346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMGQp06zaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QtPuMHzss68/s1600-h/DSC02312.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMGQp06zaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QtPuMHzss68/s200/DSC02312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098868402802082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMGQ7JLpxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/R7sN6axsDow/s1600-h/DSC02313.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMGQ7JLpxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/R7sN6axsDow/s200/DSC02313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098873051195154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtUu06yI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gXm5Uvvyn3Y/s1600-h/DSC02325.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtUu06yI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gXm5Uvvyn3Y/s200/DSC02325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315100460467940130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't enter the theme park as I'm pretty bored with the rides already. They should really upgrade their theme park and add more rides before everyone feels the same way as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exploring Genting instead. Proud to say, at the end of the day nobody can ever call me a lost sheep in Genting anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtXXOUhI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CPWQj0ejirg/s1600-h/DSC02328.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtXXOUhI/AAAAAAAAAgo/CPWQj0ejirg/s200/DSC02328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315100461174247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtiIApoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Qc2grFXx9PI/s1600-h/DSC02329.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtiIApoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Qc2grFXx9PI/s200/DSC02329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315100464063227522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was waiting for the uncle to move away,&lt;br /&gt;but I guess he was just too dumb to realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met up with Ping and Joey there. Poor Ping was so bored, hahah! She could foreseen how the rest of her trip would be, so did I xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtipCCVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/n6kUzwsng6A/s1600-h/DSC02338.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtipCCVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/n6kUzwsng6A/s200/DSC02338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315100464201730386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtpZxplI/AAAAAAAAAg4/z6vgiNAPx3I/s1600-h/DSC02335.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMHtpZxplI/AAAAAAAAAg4/z6vgiNAPx3I/s200/DSC02335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315100466016790098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same thing that girls do when they meet. CAMWHORE!&lt;br /&gt;I was half forced actually, ha ha -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvLdWixI/AAAAAAAAAhI/R1uw4jsA9zY/s1600-h/DSC02354.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvLdWixI/AAAAAAAAAhI/R1uw4jsA9zY/s200/DSC02354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315107089408232210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvSy2LfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/oV8aw0EzJSo/s1600-h/DSC02353.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvSy2LfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/oV8aw0EzJSo/s200/DSC02353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315107091377434098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMQmn0ncnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eYEJXteJe8M/s1600-h/DSC02346.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMQmn0ncnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eYEJXteJe8M/s200/DSC02346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315110240938062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted in Starbucks, HAHA :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left them and met back with mum when it was time to leave. Boarded the Skyway then the bus, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvbQYuhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/gj57HqeSks8/s1600-h/DSC02363.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvbQYuhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/gj57HqeSks8/s200/DSC02363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315107093648816658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then, the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvg-N_xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kglmHeVnlNc/s1600-h/DSC02408.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvg-N_xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kglmHeVnlNc/s200/DSC02408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315107095183228690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMQSrxzv6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/YzRq1C6f_JY/s1600-h/DSC02428.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMQSrxzv6I/AAAAAAAAAiI/YzRq1C6f_JY/s200/DSC02428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315109898402643874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvvwdOZI/AAAAAAAAAho/U6aVV261S9A/s1600-h/DSC02412.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMNvvwdOZI/AAAAAAAAAho/U6aVV261S9A/s200/DSC02412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315107099152038290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMO9_JRSpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XbkU08vDIcQ/s1600-h/DSC02504.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMO9_JRSpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XbkU08vDIcQ/s200/DSC02504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315108443312442002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMO9oeRknI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lI3TzsA_L-E/s1600-h/DSC02506.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMO9oeRknI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lI3TzsA_L-E/s200/DSC02506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315108437226525298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the two naughty creatures who happily jumped around my mum but didn't even bother to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4596017152778507450?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4596017152778507450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4596017152778507450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4596017152778507450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4596017152778507450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/genting.html' title='Genting'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScMGQTukPMI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L9QbuBbpuv4/s72-c/DSC02300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5212732733362700281</id><published>2009-03-18T21:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:27:16.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5sc2 rocked Mid Valley !</title><content type='html'>Class outing was AWESOMEEEEE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a group of sakais in the same shirt jumping, screaming, laughing, camwhoring and posing everywhere in the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we did. HAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some waiting, we started off with a movie named Race To Witch Mountain. Nice one, thrilling enough. And hillarious too xD I laughed alot. Even when people were not laughing, I was. Haa, maybe I was just too hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScD-3mQtN0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/bDVlgebk7Ig/s1600-h/DSC02249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScD-3mQtN0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/bDVlgebk7Ig/s320/DSC02249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314527791414064962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its lunch time~ Oh btw, everyone changed into the class T shirt. I love the shirt sooo much though there are some colour and alignment errors, but so what~ Its still nice! People shot us an one- kind look when they see a crowd of monkeys squeezing into the toilet to change, haaa! (Oh damn, I just realised I didn't take a single pic of the shirt. Its in my washing machine now T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Domino's, but sadly there wasn't enough seats for all 26 of us. HAHA, not surprising la right xD So we end up seperated and ate ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEYjv_VjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FWag-rWYwEg/s1600-h/DSC02197.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEYjv_VjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FWag-rWYwEg/s200/DSC02197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533855233791538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEZfE9dQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/C0lEb0llqcI/s1600-h/DSC02198.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEZfE9dQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/C0lEb0llqcI/s200/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533871159440642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEaCo-meI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ubtz19u_n5U/s1600-h/DSC02199.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEaCo-meI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ubtz19u_n5U/s200/DSC02199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533880705751522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, its camwhore time! Honestly, I was shocked to see how CRAZY the 5sc2-ians can go when they camwhore. Gosh, alllll the passer bys were looking and an uncle even came and syiok sendiri with us, LOL~ We grabbed a trolley, threw all our bags in and did all kind of lame poses with it. Right in front of Cold Storage, yes we did xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEakPKcrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_69KNAnYkxo/s1600-h/DSC02211.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEakPKcrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_69KNAnYkxo/s200/DSC02211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533889724281522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Under the escalator, so dark =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEaO08IyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Bbykcq0A4E8/s1600-h/DSC02207.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEEaO08IyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Bbykcq0A4E8/s200/DSC02207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314533883977147170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cecilia's ugly pose =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKoQUXH6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/4Ib4LnXWM9Y/s1600-h/DSC02209.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKoQUXH6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/4Ib4LnXWM9Y/s200/DSC02209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540721965309858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weng Yian!&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what was I posing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKofmmpfI/AAAAAAAAAew/G9dU8qcFazs/s1600-h/DSC02206.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKofmmpfI/AAAAAAAAAew/G9dU8qcFazs/s200/DSC02206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540726068356594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aashween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKoalGSII/AAAAAAAAAe4/RLIjXt891os/s1600-h/DSC02208.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKoalGSII/AAAAAAAAAe4/RLIjXt891os/s200/DSC02208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540724719863938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Revitha!&lt;br /&gt;My face looks twice as big as hers,&lt;br /&gt;silly you to move backward! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKoL0IW0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/MtPwjCDR4xA/s1600-h/DSC02205.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEKoL0IW0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/MtPwjCDR4xA/s200/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314540720756382530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMIz4LuSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Al4hqK_-cYQ/s1600-h/DSC02212.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMIz4LuSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Al4hqK_-cYQ/s200/DSC02212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542380778240290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addina, the assistant!&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I know she's tall T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJpvtZ0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/LajM1a_VMIw/s1600-h/DSC02215.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJpvtZ0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/LajM1a_VMIw/s200/DSC02215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542395238213442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shadzrinda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJTEDAHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SEGPQ-TPI_A/s1600-h/DSC02214.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJTEDAHI/AAAAAAAAAfY/SEGPQ-TPI_A/s200/DSC02214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542389149499506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ming Hui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJB6s0wI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wyyXsY4noJY/s1600-h/DSC02213.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJB6s0wI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wyyXsY4noJY/s200/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542384546894594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJ5FNjeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/qJP6wabfcvI/s1600-h/DSC02216.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEMJ5FNjeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/qJP6wabfcvI/s200/DSC02216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542399354932706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cecilia, Farzana, and half of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScENVOX9DZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GMumcLvXBq4/s1600-h/DSC02217.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScENVOX9DZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GMumcLvXBq4/s200/DSC02217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314543693560876434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cecilia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lot ALOT ALOTTTTT more to come when I get the pictures! &gt;.&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited Diamond &amp;amp; Platinum as what Mdm Grace told us to, haaa! And we found another jewellery shop named Diamond &amp;amp; Gold, so we urhh.. promoted it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met an indian singer (but I forgot his name) and he took picture with the whole class. How cool right? xD     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I NEED MORE PICTURES! People who brought their camera pls pls send the pics to me!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed at around 4.30pm when everyone complained about how tired they were, lool. Cecilia and I continued lepak around. Thanks to Weng Yian and her gang, I bought this!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScD-4BTNleI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6tWR0gn63h0/s1600-h/DSC02238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScD-4BTNleI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6tWR0gn63h0/s320/DSC02238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314527798672332258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pair of sneakers from MCKY. Heeee, don't get shocked. I'm not that rich. It was on SALE~ Cecilia and I tried, considered and hesitated again and again, finally we decided to get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEGq5zranI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4qEmz0UPyLU/s1600-h/DSC02240.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEGq5zranI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4qEmz0UPyLU/s200/DSC02240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536369415744114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mine, in white.&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia bought pink one, as usual~&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot to snap a pic of hers =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEGrN2TGZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/C9jh-MJA40Q/s1600-h/DSC02243.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScEGrN2TGZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/C9jh-MJA40Q/s200/DSC02243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536374795442578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty, isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home by ktm and it was worse than a can of tuna fish. Oh well, its KTM, what do you expect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of a perfect day =)&lt;br /&gt;In short, I simply loveeeed the outing!&lt;br /&gt;I bet we made those people who saw us miss their high school life, hehh!&lt;br /&gt;5sc2 rocksss larh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScD-31_dvUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YUkCOTg1pGU/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScD-31_dvUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YUkCOTg1pGU/s320/DSC02235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314527795636714818" 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/8688089910078295580-5212732733362700281?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5212732733362700281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5212732733362700281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5212732733362700281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5212732733362700281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/5sc2-rocked-mid-valley.html' title='5sc2 rocked Mid Valley !'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/ScD-3mQtN0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/bDVlgebk7Ig/s72-c/DSC02249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5184734865939381709</id><published>2009-03-09T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:08:33.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll wait, for now.</title><content type='html'>Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't want something you can give all sort of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for my lisence.&lt;br /&gt;And nobody can stop me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N O B O D Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5184734865939381709?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3284242755915737657</id><published>2009-03-09T13:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:24:22.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B L A N K</title><content type='html'>The entry space was left empty for soooo long before I typed these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have nothing to blog about, but then I feel guilty to leave my blog untouched, that's why I am here crapping, babbling, and whatever-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ωuugui. / и2o says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;hii C=&lt;br /&gt;how u been&lt;br /&gt;doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;γєєп ° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fine and not fine&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ωuugui. / и2o says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lool&lt;br /&gt;yeah -.-''&lt;br /&gt;always de lah u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, that's how my life is. Boring, boring and boring. The same thing again and again that people could already know how's my life going before I say a word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Latest event?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister finally had her official graduation ceremony. I didn't want to go at first, mind you I hate all these long, dragging ceremony a lot. But well, its my sis! Fine then, I'll endure. And as what I've expected, I did not enjoy at all, especially when my sister's course was somewhere at the end there. Whatever la, its over. Took some pictures and poof, that's it. So meaningful yet so meaningless.&lt;/p&gt;Went lepak in Midvalley after that, because I simply didn't want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been going out very often with friends or by myself lately. Haa, maybe going out alone sounds funny to you, but for me, its somehow better than staying home. I don't understand why but I really hate staying home these days. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;Especially when he's around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shouldn't, I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry too, I'm not cold- blooded.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I? I shall figure that out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;Is that enough to conclude everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3284242755915737657?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3284242755915737657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3284242755915737657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3284242755915737657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3284242755915737657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/b-l-n-k.html' title='B L A N K'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1297487721108636963</id><published>2009-03-06T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:47:55.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guilt.</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to resist and I tried to change, but I failed again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Say bye to my effort all this while. I'll regret, yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The feeling sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I promise this will be the last time, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Be tough, keep your words.&lt;br /&gt;You can do it. Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just discovered something. Maybe 'discover' isn't the suitable word as I was told about it, but whatever lah. That's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you are not satisfied with anything I do, come to me and tell me straight. You don't have to complain to other people who have not even seen the way I worked. Do you think it is proper to spoil my image in someone's eyes before I start working with her? You might have already set a bad impression of me in that someone's eyes though I have not even given the real first impression of myself! That's freaking unfair okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2162125/Procrastination-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 326px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2162125/Procrastination-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastination&lt;/span&gt; is growing in me. Homeworks are pilling up but I don't even bother to  touch them. Told ya I'm not in the mood for it, forcing will never work for me. Maybe I'll somehow end up like the poor writer, but who cares. Enjoy now, regret later! Haa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out for the whole day tomorrow.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And I am so glad about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to splash the water~&lt;br /&gt;Desa Water Park, here I come!!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1297487721108636963?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1297487721108636963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1297487721108636963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1297487721108636963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1297487721108636963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/guilt.html' title='The Guilt.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1653263518263671772</id><published>2009-03-04T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:35:53.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish I am a submarine that I can sink into the ground where nobody would notice me, or a fallen leaf, free to come, free to go and nobody gives a damn.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This random idea somehow found a way to sneak into my mind today. I am not emo, mood swing is a better term to describe it I guess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sa6Wj6PdGWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/zTdNAlmZA3I/s1600-h/mood+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sa6Wj6PdGWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/zTdNAlmZA3I/s320/mood+swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309346554390059362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A serious one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do look and sound normal in school, but nobody knows what's running in my head. I've been very impatient these days (its pretty obvious I think) , I get irritated and annoyed easily, I couldn't bear with noise, I'm always frustrated even with tiny matters, I frowned a lot, I cursed when I saw bitches bitching, I walked like a zombie, I've lost my interest in almost everything, I don't feel like doing anything but to stay far away from the crowd and bind myself into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I feel like isolating myself from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what made me so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the busy schedule I'm having now? I know I have no right to complain compared to people who fill up their days with tons of tuition classes, but being busy is not my thing. I hated staying back since I was in form 1, and now I have to stay back everyday. So what if I'll be bored at home? I don't care, I just want to go home. School makes me feel empty, though being home doesn't really make a big difference either, I just want be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;At least I have a room at home and I get to be alone if I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is another thing, and I believe it is somehow related to the moodswing. My homework is piling up like a mountain but I simply ignored them. Sorry but no, I am not in the mood for it, not in the mood for anything actually. I rather waste time sitting on the chair, staring at the dumb monitor and do nothing than to open my bag and dig out the bores-me-out homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone name me something interesting?&lt;br /&gt;I'll appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;．　．　．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every incident has its effect. We can't pretend like everything's alright because it DID happen, the scar does exist, and it takes forever to heal. I'm sorry for the way it is but forgive me, I couldn't change a thing. I tried to fix it, I really tried, but it didn't seem to work. In fact, it just got worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry, but its gonna be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1653263518263671772?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1653263518263671772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1653263518263671772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1653263518263671772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1653263518263671772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-i-am-submarine-that-i-can-sink.html' title='Sucks.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/Sa6Wj6PdGWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/zTdNAlmZA3I/s72-c/mood+swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6796465512827668500</id><published>2009-03-02T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:49:34.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day BYE BYE!</title><content type='html'>Finally an update after so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all the St Marian's know, our sports day had officially ended. Pring house got 1st runner up! (I guess everyone who reads my blog knows anyway, lol.) To be honest, I didn't give a damn to the placing every year but I screamed like a mad monkey (monkeys do scream, right?) when Pn. Prema announced Pring house won the discipline cup, cheer leader cup and tent decoration this year! It was SURPRISING, and urhm, guess you can imagine the screams and cheers when Pring house was declared as the overall 1st runner up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy not just because we got second, but most importantly we bet &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;! LOLX. Sorry but it really annoyed me, A L O T !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my non- athelete members, they all got something. Champion for one of the form and 1st runner up for the rest. Pretty good huh? Now, stop comparing it to last year's. Its good enough okay! So, the champions had ice cream and the runner ups had chocolates! Happy? You all sure happy lah, pity my purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sports day, Cecilia and I went for T- shirt hunting for one whole day! Yes, ONE WHOLE DAY. Guess what? We went to 4 jusco outlets in one day just to hunt for some stupid blank Baby T's. Crap, I don't understand why would a blank, simple T shirt like this is running out of stock in almost every outlet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, after 2 days of hunting (Yes, I went hunting again, today.) I finally got all the T shirts for everyone. (Once again, thanks Ping!!) Hopefully we'll get the completed T shirt before school holiday starts and yayyy, here comes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;class outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be officially 'INSTALLED' (lol, I sound like a software? -.-) as the class monitor tomorrow. No, I'm not looking forward. I rather stay 'uninstalled' because I hate wearing a tie! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, since its impossible for me to escape, let me just hope the ceremony will be dragged longer. Who doesn't love skipping classes? Heee, especially the booooooring sejarah class -_- What? Its all about the subject lah, not teacher ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my posts are boring without pictures, that's one of the reason I hardly blog too. I know its boring, but what to do... Cameras and handphones are BANNED in school =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you try talking to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah-tau's&lt;/span&gt; in our school, my posts will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea right, dream on la~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6796465512827668500?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6796465512827668500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6796465512827668500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6796465512827668500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6796465512827668500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/03/sports-day-bye-bye.html' title='Sports Day BYE BYE!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3782001458563741268</id><published>2009-02-16T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:56:29.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaa~</title><content type='html'>Human are weird. When they are free and have all day long free to do something, they will never do it. But when they are suppose to be busy, they will head to something that is not neccessary and spend one whole day for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me! When I was free and bored like nobody's business, I don't blog. But now, this moment, when I should be dunking my head into chemistry or biology books, I am here BLOGGING! Sigh, what to do. Human's nature =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm having test this week. This has to be the shortst test I've ever had because its only 3 days! Well, 4 days maybe. But chinese paper don't really count xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time, I totally ignored my books yesterday. Oh ya, I went for undang test and relieved to say, I passeddd~! Yayyy! Ok, I actually planned to study after it but well.. I COULD NOT! So, I ended up somewhere else but not home and not studying, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day yesterday but definitely not today when the papers arrived on my desk and my brain gone blank. Uh ow, what are all these crap about? Bla bla bla, and there goes a miserable day with dumb, unanswered question, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should be worried, and yes I AM worried. Someone, anyone, please tell me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Its only intervensi lahh, work hard for your trial and SPM then ok already!&lt;/span&gt; before I'm drown into depression? lol. But I doubt if I will xD~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3782001458563741268?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3782001458563741268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3782001458563741268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3782001458563741268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3782001458563741268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/baaa.html' title='Baaa~'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3343653710058736531</id><published>2009-02-09T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:04:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me be honest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lazy to blog around already, so don't be surprised if I only update my blog once in a blue moon. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happenings lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finally started my way to my driving license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sports practise sucks and I don't care already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Volleyball isn't as fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The very first test in form 5 is soon to arrive. RIP soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 'Things' getting out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm regretting for what I've promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A war will start real sooon, be prepared =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Some people need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate you and you more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the most important one, I shall point to the 7th and 8th ones. Finally it reached its limit and, boooom. There goes the first bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its you, not us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its either you change or bye bye. We had enough. If you expect people to do something for you, please ask yourself whether you had, or you could do the same first. Maybe in your eyes you only see what you've done and your so called sacrifices, but what about us? And all those we've done for you? Did you notice them? I bet you didn't, and I guess you don't even call them 'something we've done' because you think they SHOULD be that way. Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Care about how you feel, yes. We always did, and because of that we had always ignored our own wants just to suit yours and CARE for you. Did you appreciate it? Once again, I don't think you even noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who cared for us? Nobody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;None of us wants a fight here, so make it peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3343653710058736531?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3343653710058736531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3343653710058736531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3343653710058736531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3343653710058736531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/02/happenings.html' title='Happenings.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4053697340638053173</id><published>2009-01-31T10:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:31:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booo.</title><content type='html'>Hello, I am back from my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh... Now that I realise days in Selayang are just as boring as days in my hometown. I always refused to go back to hometown last time, claiming its boring despite the long car journey which I always try to avoid. But now, I'm alright with going there because it actually makes no difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout CNY this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand why people always say CNY = time to gain weight. Not because you want to, but you are forced to! I had 3 horrible days which I had to have big dinners, as in those you always see during CNY, colourful, fancy dishes. And yes, they are all HUGE, and most likely the same!!! First day was with my dad's brother and grandpa, second was with my mum's side and third, my dad's sis and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus all the tid bits, finger food and snacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my sisters and I went surveying around because they wanted to get new handphones for themselves and my mum too! Rich people kan? -_- I was planning to go Genting with my mum at first, but the bus schedule simply shreded my mood to Genting off, and I decided to follow my sister at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, my second sis got a new G705, my younger sis got a pink w580i, and we got a 2630 for mum! (Don't say we pick lousy one for her, she wanted a simple-without-all-the-uselsss-crap-for-her handphone!) RM1890 chiang~ GONE! That phone dealer must be happy gilerrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I got nothing! But I'm still bankrupt. Why? Because both my sis loaned money from me. =.= My ang pau moneyyyy! On the way back, we were trapped in a massive jam, which is pretty common in KL, for an hour. !@#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not belated lahhh, today's only the 6th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; belated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Brandon and Wei Han.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorryyyy couldn't join you guys at Sunway&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think that's pretty much all I want to say. Heading over to Ping's house tonight, weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SYPTUqJFg4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/rF9h903Md5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SYPTUqJFg4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/rF9h903Md5Q/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297309938581078914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sisters and cousin's puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4053697340638053173?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4053697340638053173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4053697340638053173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4053697340638053173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4053697340638053173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/booo.html' title='Booo.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SYPTUqJFg4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/rF9h903Md5Q/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3895074067767914499</id><published>2009-01-24T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:25:19.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated birthday post?</title><content type='html'>I know I'm already late for a few days, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 17th myself!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousandsssss of thanks to the LYLAS Amanda, Cecilia, Esther, Andrianna, and also the always-the-one-and-only-guy Sze En for your attempt to give me a 'surprise party' which erhh.. FAILED? HAHHAHA. Blehhhh, now you know I'm pretty good in acting huh? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2005972&amp;amp;id=1052331209&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they first came to my house, then we went Pizza Hut, lastly Selayang Mall. Then the real big surprise came, lol. Ping came all the way to Selayang Mall to give me my birthday present, hohoho. Thanksss lao po for the cookies, the card and the dont-know-for-what-maybe-massage thingy, hahah. I'm surprised, yes I am xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday is special for me. Thanks LYLAS and KSE, though the surprise didn't really turn out to be a surprise, I appreciate it ALOT. I mean it okay, love you people~ &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;And Ping too, for the half day you spent for my present, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting all those who called or sms-ed or face-to-face wished me happy birthday. Thank you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, CNY holiday is here. YEAYYYYY!! I had been abandoning my blog because I had no time to blog laaaaa!! I had been really really busy and exhausted, thank god the holiday is here to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy travelling to Amanda, don't forget my souvenir yeah, hiak hiak hiak xD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back to hometown for days, byeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3895074067767914499?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3895074067767914499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3895074067767914499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3895074067767914499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3895074067767914499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/belated-birthday-post.html' title='Belated birthday post?'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-681918490058853308</id><published>2009-01-19T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:24:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Another tired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gilerrrrr&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got to attend the volleyball training today after missing out so many practises the rest had. And because of that, I skipped the extra History class by Mrs Ganesar. Good thing or bad thing? Not bothered, hahah. As long as I enjoyed the sport :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, nothing is perfect. There are certain people who really made me lost a little of my '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syokness&lt;/span&gt;' during the practise. Not gonna spend time to write long about them though, they simply don't worth my time. All I can comment is, you hardly see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fair-and-square&lt;/span&gt; treatments. Figure yourself yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I had a hectic day. So hmm, I'm not gonna stay up to 12am today for that moment. Nahhh, I'm too tired for that, especially when my head is cracking *krackkkkkkk!* as a result of staying too long under the hot sun. And pathetic to say, this year I'm not really keen on celebrating it. Well, reason? Busy, busy, busy and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too much to do, too little time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people with crazy tuition classes survive everyday? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaaa, CNY holiday come faster &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahhhh&lt;/span&gt;! I need you T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My rounding duty is back, aww noooooo! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-681918490058853308?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/681918490058853308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=681918490058853308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/681918490058853308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/681918490058853308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/volleyball-d.html' title='Volleyball! &lt;3'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1965583172066244934</id><published>2009-01-17T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:46:28.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break!!</title><content type='html'>THANK GOD ITS &lt;del&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/del&gt; SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to rest after living through 6 days restlessly. Those six days were terribly bad and I've never felt so exhausted before, NEVER! Well, I think they are already carved in my memory forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder what made me suffered so much, the main reason would be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SXICRvVH_2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/juOYzS60URg/s1600-h/P1260843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SXICRvVH_2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/juOYzS60URg/s320/P1260843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292295015899856738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are all borned in 6 days time where I would only be back from school at 4pm for most of the days, so I had to start creating them once I got back from school and hell, its blooody exhausting, no joke. Normally the baking lasted until around 9pm or later while at the same time, I had to rush up my homework too! Can you imagine how tiring it was, especially when I still had to get going with my homework after the baking are done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a disaster, a big torture! But somehow, I've got all the orders done! Yippee, thanks A LOT to my mum for helping me so much in the bakings! Without those help, most probably I'll still be drowning in the pool of cookie dough and screaming for help. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was the official closing day of my bakings for CNY cookies order. Wee, I felt so relieved when I covered the very last box of my cookies, as if a big burden has been released and I'm all free! I wonder how many cookies I've made in these 6 days? And phew, fortunately I'm still not sick of cookies yet xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today as a replacement day for CNY break. Guess what? It turned out so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I know I'm being rude, just allow me for once.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey bitch, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone whom you obey to so much&lt;/span&gt; said we must always look at the good sides of everything instead of trying to pick bones out of an egg, but it seems what you are doing all this while is totally opposite of what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; said! Do you find it fun to observe and catch only the mistakes done by everyone? Are you a mental psycho that you couldn't bear to see us live in peace? Is spoiling people's day your favourite daily-must-do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to say no, think again. Because all you've done show that you are just like that! You will never know how miserable we had been because of you. Yes, YOU! YOU who think you are oh-so-great-and-perfect person, YOU who have nothing else to do but to look for others' offences, YOU who find joy in spoiling people's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how annoying you are? And how much you are hated by the people? The points we worked so hard for are NOT for you to simply cut off like that! Well if you are to demerit so much, then you SHOULD do equally the same for merit! Its unfair for you to swallow off all our hard- earned points and hardly give us a chance to gain it back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I tried not to hate you like how people do, but now I find this effort to be pointless. Why not just hate you? You are simply so hateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm officially hating you now&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1965583172066244934?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1965583172066244934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1965583172066244934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1965583172066244934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1965583172066244934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/break.html' title='A Break!!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SXICRvVH_2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/juOYzS60URg/s72-c/P1260843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3758274418514332783</id><published>2009-01-15T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:04:03.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SW9bb9TMTkI/AAAAAAAAAas/zp7BkSq3RSY/s1600-h/exhausted.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SW9bb9TMTkI/AAAAAAAAAas/zp7BkSq3RSY/s320/exhausted.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291548623053278786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it has been quite long since I last updated my blog. Well, you don't have to ask me how are you (if you ever bother), just imagine me as the yellow thingy in the picture above. Yes, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously hoping for 48 hours in a day now. Homework, volleyball, house practise, duties, programs, CNY cookies yada yada.... THEY ARE ALL TRYING TO KILL ME. I am staying back everyday for the whole week until around 4pm except for today, wtf?! And even though I came home early today I had no time to rest at all! (Of course now isn't counted, lool.) I busied for the whole day but my homework is still not done. Worst of all, there're not only a little left. Its A L O T ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T____________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I actually forgot about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing I am? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRRRRR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3758274418514332783?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3758274418514332783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3758274418514332783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3758274418514332783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3758274418514332783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/again-it-has-been-quite-long-since-i.html' title='Exhaustion!!!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SW9bb9TMTkI/AAAAAAAAAas/zp7BkSq3RSY/s72-c/exhausted.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7949452387990809947</id><published>2009-01-09T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:41:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I know I left my blog alone for quite long again. Gee, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sorrrrry&lt;/span&gt; la. School life's really busy and I always come home dead tired. Yeah no joke, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; are already piling up though its only the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap crap, I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much to do in school, for the class especially. And thank god my rounding duty ended today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yayyyy&lt;/span&gt;! I'm happy that I actually survived through the first week of school without any mental or physical damage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming soon, SOON. Too bad there isn't any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; feel at all! Even my house is not decorated with all the red red stuff (but my classroom is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lool&lt;/span&gt;.) Anyway, there isn't anything special to look forward to during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; either.. The only thing I'm concerned about is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pau's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Don't criticize, I'm telling the truth okay? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to not have a party because first of all, I hate planning. Second, I'm so lazy and I find parties are pretty troublesome, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Third, I'm not really excited over it. Don't ask me why, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haa&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe its simply because of the hectic school life that made me lost the eagerness to celebrate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owhhh, I wish it will just be a smooth year for me. That's it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7949452387990809947?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7949452387990809947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7949452387990809947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7949452387990809947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7949452387990809947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6341880013228816760</id><published>2009-01-02T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:16:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 New Year Eve II</title><content type='html'>Second picture post =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue laughing~~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrbkuxZrI/AAAAAAAAAak/jKB5gUrNymM/s1600-h/IMG_1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrbkuxZrI/AAAAAAAAAak/jKB5gUrNymM/s320/IMG_1298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286358921574966962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrbHlCrTI/AAAAAAAAAac/_yk7z-gNxZc/s1600-h/IMG_1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrbHlCrTI/AAAAAAAAAac/_yk7z-gNxZc/s320/IMG_1299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286358913749527858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzra9NJJjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ocwPLTwKEdY/s1600-h/IMG_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzra9NJJjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ocwPLTwKEdY/s320/IMG_1300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286358910964934194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrZx9ZUlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FU_7ND1l1WI/s1600-h/IMG_1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrZx9ZUlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FU_7ND1l1WI/s320/IMG_1301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286358890766226002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrLEg1dgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Pn55KMtGhtg/s1600-h/IMG_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrLEg1dgI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Pn55KMtGhtg/s320/IMG_1302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286358638048671234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrK5NCavI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/yadRpm0EYbg/s1600-h/IMG_1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrK5NCavI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/yadRpm0EYbg/s320/IMG_1304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286358635012844274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrKvA-7lI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Z_8SSMl07kA/s1600-h/IMG_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrKvA-7lI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Z_8SSMl07kA/s320/IMG_1305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286358632277929554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrKkikO0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/z_7LKPeUP04/s1600-h/IMG_1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqaGovjOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zAhGGwzvarA/s320/IMG_1309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357796805119202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqZgEKWwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/05j5V2r2rVo/s1600-h/IMG_1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqZgEKWwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/05j5V2r2rVo/s320/IMG_1310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357786451139330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqZP1roPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3YfwkxOqWi8/s1600-h/IMG_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqZP1roPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3YfwkxOqWi8/s320/IMG_1311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357782095438066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqZNnJtfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rCY8Gkivd0M/s1600-h/IMG_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqZNnJtfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/rCY8Gkivd0M/s320/IMG_1312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357781497624050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqYsKO9_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mAK7y3Kkq-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqYsKO9_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mAK7y3Kkq-Q/s320/IMG_1313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357772517963762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqD4SO5EI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CLUlAA3ASzM/s1600-h/IMG_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqD4SO5EI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CLUlAA3ASzM/s320/IMG_1314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357414995485762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqD-TO43I/AAAAAAAAAYs/vdyDiFnZ-P0/s1600-h/IMG_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzqD-TO43I/AAAAAAAAAYs/vdyDiFnZ-P0/s320/IMG_1315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357416610292594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to John and Nicole for lending their place to us for the celebration and the 'drinks' too. HAHAHA, we wouldn't have enjoyed without you both. A BIG SPECIAL THANKS FROM ALL OF US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_______^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6341880013228816760?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6341880013228816760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6341880013228816760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6341880013228816760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6341880013228816760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-new-year-eve-ii.html' title='2009 New Year Eve II'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzrbkuxZrI/AAAAAAAAAak/jKB5gUrNymM/s72-c/IMG_1298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2529300189901610386</id><published>2009-01-01T23:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:01:36.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>Say bye to 2008 and welcome 2009! I had a great time welcoming the year, hehehe. Pictures are up, so let them tell the story! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF PEOPLE!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzoOAQcJJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nrSfY_ycXr8/s1600-h/IMG_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzoOAQcJJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nrSfY_ycXr8/s320/IMG_1317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286355389910885522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzm4c9xaqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2zInOibIG-k/s1600-h/IMG_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzm4c9xaqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2zInOibIG-k/s320/IMG_1318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286353920148466338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzl45P-7vI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SydVkTDTI8w/s1600-h/IMG_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzlPt_MIoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G3weIRq75vk/s320/IMG_1351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286352120831550082" 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/8688089910078295580-2529300189901610386?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2529300189901610386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2529300189901610386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2529300189901610386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2529300189901610386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SVzoOAQcJJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nrSfY_ycXr8/s72-c/IMG_1317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7585106111545580370</id><published>2008-12-30T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:06:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROARR. Leave me alone!</title><content type='html'>Yes, please leave me alone you evil stomach ache. Urhhh, I had been suffering stomach ache for twice in 3 days time. What the heck? And its not the normal pain, its bloooody EXTREME. I'm currently lying deadly on the chair and typing with one hand, yes no joke. Salute me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnn, I hope I won't puke again this time. I puked 2 days ago and gross it was disgusting. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, I'm having a cold flu now while tomorrow is the big day for countdown. !@#@%$#%&amp;amp;^ WHY?! I don't want to countdown with a runny nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two years, I spend my last minute of the year and the first minute of the next year at Bukit Bintang. So this year, I'm finally switching to The Curve =) The plan was forever changing &lt;del&gt;and finally, &lt;/del&gt;&lt;del&gt;we settled&lt;/del&gt; with almost all the LYLAS coming. I hope things will turn out right tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 is ending soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that's freaking fast can? I remember I was trying to suit myself into form4 life and subjects and now, crap I'm entering form 5. Don't ask me how was this year and the sweet 16 stuff. To me, every year feels the same. Lol, maybe my life is just boring or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mood spoilt. Why are things changing so frequently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. No mood left to blog, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7585106111545580370?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7585106111545580370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7585106111545580370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7585106111545580370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7585106111545580370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/roarr-leave-me-alone.html' title='ROARR. Leave me alone!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2427965908204530904</id><published>2008-12-21T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:47:36.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the naggings.</title><content type='html'>I know what am I doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just leave me alone and let me be, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-2427965908204530904?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2427965908204530904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2427965908204530904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2427965908204530904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2427965908204530904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/stop-naggings.html' title='Stop the naggings.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3096030173440396222</id><published>2008-12-17T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:27:27.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes wrong.</title><content type='html'>I wonder what happened to me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been doing strange things that I've never done before. I adopted a new, but terrible lifestyle. I'm ruinning myself and all the effort that had been put in since years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel depressed and miserable for behaving in such a way, but I couldn't change a thing. I failed again and again to persuade myself to get back to the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. What the hell is wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3096030173440396222?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3096030173440396222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3096030173440396222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3096030173440396222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3096030173440396222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-goes-wrong.html' title='Life goes wrong.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1378335969346082204</id><published>2008-12-16T00:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:17:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the phone gets noisy.</title><content type='html'>After 20 long unanswered calls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, this is really getting irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey, stop calling please would you? Sorry but its annoying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"But I thought you did not reload, sorry for disturbing. That day I didn't get your reply so just call you la blablabla..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the heck. What is out-of-credit gotta do with not answering calls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nah, I just didn't want to waste my time or credit. Sorry bout th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;at, just take me as anti social or whatever. Bye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whatever craps that followed were ignored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaLx1jmksI/AAAAAAAAAV0/I50k8g0LwV8/s1600-h/cellvibrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaLx1jmksI/AAAAAAAAAV0/I50k8g0LwV8/s320/cellvibrate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280061301444743874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when someone tests my patience with bloody hell loads of calls at all time. 12am, 10am, 12pm, 10pm... Dang it, why don't people understand when their calls are unanswered all the time? Isn't it obvious enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm harsh or comment whatever you wish to, but this is just me. I'm always patient, but very impatient in certain special cases, such as this. Get on my nerve, you'll get it. Back off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been surviving with balloons, balloons and balloons for the last weekends. Ahah, it was pretty boring at first but after getting used to it, it turned out to be fine. But too bad I didn't get to celebrate my sis' 14th birthday due to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaJdFdBZUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lKihZUyZJPY/s1600-h/cake4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaJdFdBZUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lKihZUyZJPY/s320/cake4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280058745911600450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I did something! I made a birthday cake for her the day before I left the house. It took me almost one whole day but I think its definitely worth it. She and her friends and my family plus my relatives all loved the cake (Well, except the Oreo cookies that got soften up after being exposed too long, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jojo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaJCIFFwHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aRSia061K3c/s1600-h/cake2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaJCIFFwHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aRSia061K3c/s320/cake2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280058282760061042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister and her friends&lt;br /&gt;(Plus my sayang sayang dog! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaJB_fzg2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/uONL7pBBOmU/s1600-h/cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaJB_fzg2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/uONL7pBBOmU/s320/cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280058280456192866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Belated Birthday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if my smile changed or what? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1378335969346082204?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1378335969346082204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1378335969346082204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1378335969346082204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1378335969346082204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-phone-gets-noisy.html' title='When the phone gets noisy.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SUaLx1jmksI/AAAAAAAAAV0/I50k8g0LwV8/s72-c/cellvibrate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3211331779310842313</id><published>2008-12-08T12:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:39:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning for the innocent lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/STydgSmIiMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yd1m2xKCurY/s1600-h/Hawaii_downpour.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/STydgSmIiMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yd1m2xKCurY/s320/Hawaii_downpour.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277266041444534466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been raining since early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the sky is crying for the innocent creatures that are being killed or to be killed today. Well, what festival is today? Sigh, I know I shouldn't say this, but I really feel sorry for the lives. Should I make it clear first, that I am NOT criticizing or trying to make an issue here. Its just, sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was on the way to Mid Valley, there were these two cows, chewing grass peacefully beside the road. I wonder if they know what's waiting for them in 24 hours time? Do they realise their destiny? I rather they don't. Because if they do, that will be the biggest torture in the world, knowing their fate but couldn't help nor do anything to save themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could help them, you know, some crazy ideas like setting them free from the rope when nobody's around or something, LOL. Ahaha, just some imaginations lah okay, not that I'm gonna do it. xD Its impossible~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what brought me to Mid Valley was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/STygIll7qfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GhqKiv3EwZs/s1600-h/picabot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/STygIll7qfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/GhqKiv3EwZs/s320/picabot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268932761987570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Picabot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I once blogged about the auto floor cleaning robot I was promoting during HomeDec 2008 in KLCC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because mum decided to get one for my uncle's family for moving into their new home, and so we went there to visit its booth in Mid Valley Exhibition Centre. Surprisingly, the uncle there (my ex boss, maybe? HA.) told me that he actually read my blog! What?! AHAH, nevermind, since I'm doing no harm but helping him to promote. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Valley was, beyond-words CROWDED. Oh my, people there were shopping in a way as if all the stuff don't cost money at all. Every shop with a poster "SALES" in it, you will see a long queue in front of the fitting rooms, or a huge crowd of people hunting for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of, trying to get myself a new pair of shoes too. After walking around the shops, my sister and I had got a few bags on hand. But DANG, those were all HERS. Argh, maybe I'm simply too choosy or something. She ended up with 4 bags while me? Nothing. Booo =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/STyirXCrt2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/AILZ-i4asVc/s1600-h/MV+xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/STyirXCrt2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/AILZ-i4asVc/s320/MV+xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277271729174722402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner. That's the Christmas decoration in Mid Valley for this year. Pretty, but not as pretty as the others I would say. Room for improvement? Maybe =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did enjoy the Christmas atmosphere. I like it, though I'm not one who celebrates Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3211331779310842313?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3211331779310842313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3211331779310842313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3211331779310842313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3211331779310842313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/mourning-for-innocent-lives.html' title='Mourning for the innocent lives.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/STydgSmIiMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yd1m2xKCurY/s72-c/Hawaii_downpour.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2929570387888556963</id><published>2008-12-04T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:40:37.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday's a torture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now everyone, prepare yourself for the long, boring post following up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, yes, maybe. No, not maybe. Its a definitely. Err, I'm referring to the title&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never thought this way before, but my bored-to-death lifestyle recently really changed what holidays mean for me. It used to be one of the most enjoyable period for me. Well, free of school, stupid-daily-six-twenty-alarm, uniform, responsibilities, assemblies, lectures, homework &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;. Who wouldn't enjoy life like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, let me think again. Maybe that statement is only applicable to those whom their life is forever full of activities. What else is in my life other than those things that I'm so used to during the non-holiday times? Nothing, I would say. You don't have to tell me how pathetic I am for having such a dull life as a teenager, I know more than you do. But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kind of... glad? To have the time passing so fast. Its already December, you see. No no, don't call me a psycho. Put yourself in my place and you will understand VERY well, you will see how hard I have to struggle in order to get through the over-the-limit bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;, sounds too serious? Well, I'm forcing myself not to get out of my bed earlier than 11am everyday even though I'm already awake since 9am. What a joke? How foolish can I be? But its true. Because I'll be filled with nothing but empty feeling, and annoyance sometimes, once I get up and think, "Crap, what the hell am I going to do today?" Especially when it is only 9am in the morning. So I chose to glue myself to the bed for another 2 hours, just to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know I shouldn't complaint so much about holidays because I will definitely be very desperate for holidays when school's back. And, its form 5! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RAWRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. Bless me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is indeed, a really interesting story. I couldn't help myself from being overly absorbed into the series that I'm actually reading it almost 24/ 7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HOHOHO&lt;/span&gt;, thanks to the movie I guess. And I have to agree with everyone who commented that the books edition is much more better than the movie's. More detailed perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting the forth book now, woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hooo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, sorry if the long post bored you out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HEHEHE&lt;/span&gt;. You always have an option to ignore, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-2929570387888556963?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2929570387888556963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2929570387888556963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2929570387888556963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2929570387888556963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-torture.html' title='Holiday&apos;s a torture?'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-745260012740805238</id><published>2008-11-26T23:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:20:15.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes another damn day.</title><content type='html'>Another day of precious holiday had passed meaningless-ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'm lifeless without internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's update? Nahh, nothing except for rotting, eating and cursing the internet. My sis came home today and since we were all bored to death, guess what we did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAM WHORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SS1vYn6XZ3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/obaLpi0QoSs/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SS1vYn6XZ3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/obaLpi0QoSs/s320/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272993207542048626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People always say we look very much alike.&lt;br /&gt;Do we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SS1wLII10gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Yo_9mubspBM/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SS1wLII10gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Yo_9mubspBM/s320/DSC01490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272994075186156034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the 'sleeping buddha' at the back? That's my younger sis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went over to her condo planning to swim at first. But toooo bad the weather wasn't at our side that it rained after we all changed into our swimming suit and went down to the pool. So I-don't-know-what-to-say right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we didn't get to swim, and end up being stuck in the condo. Grrrrr, luckily there's a computer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH INTERNET&lt;/span&gt; here, or else I might naik gila once again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Twilight's trailer just now and oh damn, I'm so addicted to it. Wooo, happy to say I'm watching the movie tomorrow with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Hsuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Weee, weird combination? Nahh where got? XD Ok je~ Hahahaaaa, I'm soooo looking forward to it. At least I know I won't be rotting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SS1xQpaFPNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/n2O9AVd7KXo/s1600-h/Twilightposter08_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SS1xQpaFPNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/n2O9AVd7KXo/s320/Twilightposter08_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272995269527813330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ohhh ya, I passed my interview that day. Yipeeee~ I'm waiting! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;It gives such a big impact when it strikes again. It is unbearable. I wish I could do something to save it, but sorry to say I failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Something has to be done instead of letting myself to fall into the deep grave of miserableness and depression. I know I should, I will and I MUST. I HAVE TO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its disappointing to know that&lt;br /&gt;someone you treat in a special way doesn't&lt;br /&gt;treat you back the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... heart-breaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-745260012740805238?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/745260012740805238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=745260012740805238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/745260012740805238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/745260012740805238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-goes-another-damn-day.html' title='There goes another damn day.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SS1vYn6XZ3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/obaLpi0QoSs/s72-c/DSC01484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1487874909902036533</id><published>2008-11-25T16:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:17:05.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU STR_AMYX!!</title><content type='html'>I had been living without internet for approximately 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn damn, life is so hard without internet. Yeah yeah, call me online freak or whatever I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Str_amyx? Well, you know what is in that blank space. It simply sucks! It had been down since Friday night and till now its still out of service. Oh ya, I'm currently at some coffee shop near my house just to online. Funny kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my mum called the Str_amyx service centre and all we get was they were having some maintainance and certain areas in Klang Valley, Sabah and Sarawak will be affected. So, fine. Maintainance. BUT WHY THE HELL IS IT TAKING SO LONG?! 4 days, oh wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how boring holiday is without being able to online? Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you might think I'm over-reacting but seriously, internet-less can make me go mad, especially when you wake up in the morning, turning on the computer and hoping the internet is working but end up so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. So people, I won't be active until I-don't-know-when. HOW SAD. Anything urgent please SMS or call me. Or, if you have something that's not urgent, like movie outings or something (xD) I welcome you to contact me too. Who knows I might be thanking you in tears for saving me from the killing bore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sampling job is ending in one week time. People there, or can I say my workmates? You guys rock, hahah! To be honest I think I'm gonna miss this job, like seriously. Well, for a reason of course =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday ROTS ME! =(&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to reply tags, sorry people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1487874909902036533?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1487874909902036533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1487874909902036533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1487874909902036533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1487874909902036533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn-you-stramyx.html' title='DAMN YOU STR_AMYX!!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3185134586519090829</id><published>2008-11-21T20:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:51:32.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CC for Cute Cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271089074391015730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSarlfKE4TI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CfqOcFFDxOA/s320/P1260549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't it cute??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes yes, this is the main character of my blog today! If you are wondering, well, its a piece of cookies. Started making it after I got back from interview today. Mum asked me why must you make it today?! Urhh, simply because I want to! HEHEHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSarlmwV1kI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cUsy6PlbFc4/s1600-h/P1260552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271089076430558786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSarlmwV1kI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cUsy6PlbFc4/s320/P1260552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there goes my cute little babies! Weee, I'm quite happy with how they turned out. Nice to see, nice to eat, hahaha. Some of their eyes and ears are out of place, but nevermind, put it into your mouth and BOOP~ Say bye! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271090608559813106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSas-yYa8fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/swCg_KZjEno/s320/P1260554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Made plenty of them, anyone wants one? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did my interview go? Well, it wasn't too bad I THINK. But goshh, it took such a longggg time and I was really surprised to see the waiting room to be so crowded when I first reached there. Longest interview ever? Yeah, most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how my result will be. All I can say is &lt;strong&gt;Good Luck&lt;/strong&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3185134586519090829?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3185134586519090829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3185134586519090829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3185134586519090829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3185134586519090829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/cc-for-cute-cookies.html' title='CC for Cute Cookies!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSarlfKE4TI/AAAAAAAAAUE/CfqOcFFDxOA/s72-c/P1260549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1905533187453582265</id><published>2008-11-20T10:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:58:45.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hands got itchyyy!</title><content type='html'>After sitting in the office keying in some boringgg datas which the handwritings were all scribbled up, I'm really desperate to do something I like, something I can enjoy, something satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSTQgA8PSRI/AAAAAAAAATk/ws8xXh2BHf0/s1600-h/cookies_stacks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSTQgA8PSRI/AAAAAAAAATk/ws8xXh2BHf0/s320/cookies_stacks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270566712357374226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drooooooool. Too bad, its not made by me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Cecilia who PROUDLY announced her successful on baking an Oreo cheeesecake *Brrrp* you made my hand gatal! I don't care, I'm gonna come out with something either today or tomorrow! xD What should I make? Cookies? Brownies? Cupcakes? Muffins? Tarts? Cakes? Owhhh, so tempting T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move &lt;del&gt; on&lt;/del&gt; back to my yesterday. I went to a place, an office to be exact, to work as a part time data entry-er. Well, I went there like around 8.30am, but only started my job at 10+am? Crap, wasted my sleeping time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really type fast yesterday because.. First, wth the hand-written forms were sooo bloody TERRIBLE. People, why can't you write properly? Reading it takes longer time than typing it, argh. Then, I don't know what's wrong with the keyboard there but most of the buttons got stuck soo easily. Instead of typing, I think I had been punching on the keyboard most of the time -.- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today is my resting day. Yay! I hope I'll be able to come out with something that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1905533187453582265?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1905533187453582265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1905533187453582265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1905533187453582265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1905533187453582265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-hands-got-itchyyy.html' title='My hands got itchyyy!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSTQgA8PSRI/AAAAAAAAATk/ws8xXh2BHf0/s72-c/cookies_stacks2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5494665926977805521</id><published>2008-11-18T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:41:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine, what's so big deal?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The feeling sucks when people don't appreciate what you've done for them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was just trying to help you, since you were asking for it. Is this what I get as return when I helped you? Must you react such a way as if I stepped on your tail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don't want, simply say no thanks and that's it. I did not force you to take it, did I? Obviously no. You don't want it? Fine, there are plenty more who ask for it, not just you. You don't have to be so frustrated as if I'm nagging you about it. I did not and I will not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to appreciate, yes you really should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5494665926977805521?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5494665926977805521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5494665926977805521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5494665926977805521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5494665926977805521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/fine-whats-so-big-deal.html' title='Fine, what&apos;s so big deal?!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-136664212654039642</id><published>2008-11-17T11:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:36:14.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSDhh2IJuwI/AAAAAAAAATM/GDeewQlO47M/s1600-h/2232802136_b9c0be0d6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSDhh2IJuwI/AAAAAAAAATM/GDeewQlO47M/s320/2232802136_b9c0be0d6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269459535605119746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH SO LOVELY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I started to like the sun, the big bright warm shiny hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm phycho or crazy or what-so-ever, because I'm pretty sure that you will think the same if you had been standing together with the 2.8°C chiller for 10 hours per day for 2 days. Yeshh, that's what I had been doing for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not doing it simply for fun, anyone who thinks its fun is most probably from Sahara dessert I guess? This is my job, the work I found during this holiday. Sampling promoter! I'm promoting a new product from F&amp;amp;N *drumrollssss* aLiVE Yogurt! LOL. I'm lame I know, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSDlb_VsbdI/AAAAAAAAATc/d8pndEZg4F4/s1600-h/aLiVE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSDlb_VsbdI/AAAAAAAAATc/d8pndEZg4F4/s320/aLiVE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269463833045134802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The New Product! Taste really good =P&lt;br /&gt;*PROMOTE PROMOTE* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it isn't a too-bad job, but seriously, maybe better if I get to stand further away from the chiller? T.T Got alot of experience though, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;now I've seen how thick-skin people can be,&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and also the real 'behind-the-scene-in-the-storage' condition, LOL. Will be doing this job for another 2 weekends, so urhmmm.. Maybe I should take it as an opportunity to gain my resistance to COLD? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested to try? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-136664212654039642?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/136664212654039642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=136664212654039642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/136664212654039642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/136664212654039642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-work.html' title='Work work~'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SSDhh2IJuwI/AAAAAAAAATM/GDeewQlO47M/s72-c/2232802136_b9c0be0d6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7568373693471778349</id><published>2008-11-14T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:53:15.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offended.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes I AM OFFENDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn, what's wrong with you people now? Can't you just try to understand how people feel before you comment on anything? Different people have different thoughts about certain things, its not only about YOU yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being sarcastic and judge everything from your point of view. You are not the centre of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7568373693471778349?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7568373693471778349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7568373693471778349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7568373693471778349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7568373693471778349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/offended.html' title='Offended.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8511623167164763192</id><published>2008-11-14T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:54:28.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels kill !</title><content type='html'>HEELS REALLY KILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore it to work yesterday and my feet got really numb at the end of the day. Oh my, what a bad first-time. Worst of all, today my feet are still aching like nobody's business. I swear I will NEVER wear them again if its not neccessary. NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yes I went for work in KL Convention Centre. This is my second working experience at the same place, hoho. But this time, I worked as a promoter. My job was to promote something that I did not know about in the past but only introduced to me on Friday, a PicaBot! Its actually an auto sweeping, vacuuming and sterilising robot. Sounds cool huh? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get one in the future, if I'm rich enough, because its selling at RM1288! For a robot like this its QUITE reasonable perhaps, but for a kid like me, nehhhh xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it wasn't a bad working experience as I learnt quite some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BUT IT WOULD BE BETTER WITHOUT THE KILLING HEELSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SR0I8pjcLTI/AAAAAAAAATE/3rkPx5yqtjE/s1600-h/black-heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268376977133022514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SR0I8pjcLTI/AAAAAAAAATE/3rkPx5yqtjE/s320/black-heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KILLER.&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/8688089910078295580-8511623167164763192?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8511623167164763192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8511623167164763192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8511623167164763192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8511623167164763192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/heels-kill.html' title='Heels kill !'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SR0I8pjcLTI/AAAAAAAAATE/3rkPx5yqtjE/s72-c/black-heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1897881891040867183</id><published>2008-11-10T10:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:38:14.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work &amp; Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I skipped school again yesterday, yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I went to school today, YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another but, I'm skipping again tomorrow! MUAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LYLAS, we go and we skip school as a gang. United and strong are we? xD Hohoho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me update a little bout what I did last few days. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I spent most of my time searching for job in Damansara area. Too bad the pays offered are seriously low! Can you imagine getting paid RM3.50 an hour for working in a place like The Curve? No way! But still there are people working there, sweat. I wonder how they survive with that rate of pay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In short, I &lt;del&gt;might &lt;/del&gt;will most probably end up like last year, spent the whole one and a half months of holiday rotting. Nooooo! I need work to kill time as well as to earn some pocket money for the upcoming planss! =( I'm broke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad asked me to take undang during this holiday so I can get my lisence earlier next year. Sounds like a good idea, but what if I'm working? -_- Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I had my first driving experience on Saturday. Thanks to my 'part time instructor' John, haha! It wasn't too bad I would say, but of course its an auto car. How wrong could it go? Lol~ I did a few 3-points-turn and parking practise. People, if one day you see a car taking ages to park, that's me! HAHAHAH. I suck in it -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267314233137189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRlCYzqAUpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_5GKVchVTo0/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes your eyes are okay, its me DRIVING! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267314235295240930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRlCY7shkuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/i2DnM9qwZ_A/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My part time instructor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dude, I won't be surprised if its me you are pointing at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not a bad thing though, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at least we feel the same about each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1897881891040867183?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1897881891040867183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1897881891040867183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1897881891040867183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1897881891040867183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-drive.html' title='Work &amp; Drive'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRlCYzqAUpI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_5GKVchVTo0/s72-c/IMG_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5153552459208811050</id><published>2008-11-07T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:52:39.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill in the blank. (LAMEEEE!!)</title><content type='html'>Jia Yang said I have to complete the tag, so here it goes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your Journal).I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___,-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;White - My fatherGrey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Scrubs - ManO.C. - Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost - High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;House - Scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water- Our friendshipBeer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourselfChina - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Yang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our horoscope doesn't match &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I realized it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that night with George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I saw&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;u &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sit on the crazy monk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I'm sure you're&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ashamed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;enough to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that there is no solution to this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm returning &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your ring&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to you, but I'll keep &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my virginity&lt;/strong&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;told in my confession today about our friendshipBeer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Good luck to your short- term leave from jail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Chai Yeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;OH well, isn't it lame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lmaoooo. 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I'm honest =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2) Upload your favourite picture of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKt6YD9vSI/AAAAAAAAASA/TPXaBNKqXvw/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKt6YD9vSI/AAAAAAAAASA/TPXaBNKqXvw/s320/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265462132752629026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why do you like that picture ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hardly snap a 'proper' photo with my dog -_- So yeah, this is precious xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4) When was the last time you ate pizza ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;5) The last song you listen to ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Archuleta - Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;6) What are you doing right now besides this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drinking water? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;7) What name would you prefer besides yours ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urmmm? Don't know -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;People to tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;2. Cecilia&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrianna&lt;br /&gt;4. Esther&lt;br /&gt;5. Carissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8) Who is number one ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dumdumnique, SUSHI freak~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;9) Number three is having a relationship with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm, SUSPECTED to be.. some 'brother'? LOOOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;10) Say something about number five ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writer-to-be, walking dictionary, sound vibrator. KEKEKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;11) How about number four ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super perasan school captain, hyper gilaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;12) Who is number two ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cecilia Cho Wei Ling the pink girl, pineapple-mango-and-salty-guava freak. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally done my tag -..- yay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1474316613655853291?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1474316613655853291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1474316613655853291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1474316613655853291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1474316613655853291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-kse-jia-yang.html' title='Tagged by KSE &amp; Jia Yang'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKt6YD9vSI/AAAAAAAAASA/TPXaBNKqXvw/s72-c/DSC00864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7971587108520984058</id><published>2008-11-06T15:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:08:03.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper post after so long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT ALOT TO BLOG ABOUT TODAY SO PLEASE BE PATIENTTTT AND READDD!! xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today bored me to hellllllllllllllll. Only 18 of them came and, well, obviously my gang would never be one of them. I spent all my time sleeping on the table and opps, that made me forgot to wish the teacher. AHAHA, that was really embarassing when the whole class was standing, waiting for me to say thank you to the teacher while I was lying on the table. Lmaoooooo la xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not go to school when your friends are all skippi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to know my position in class today. My pure science subjects all dropped like shit but I'm lucky enough to still get all 1A's and a 2A for chemistry. Happy to know that I'm able to maintain my position in class this term. =) I'm really thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaa Guaa Guaaa xD~ Class party this year was fine, not that boring afterall. Basically we were lepak-ing around and CAMWHOREEE. Photos and photos and photos, I couldn't remember how many silly pictures we took, LOL. Haven't get the pictures yet, but will be uploaded soon! I made a cake for the class, and yayyy, glad to know it was well received =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKjaDjrMSI/AAAAAAAAARI/9Z53Xh64xyA/s1600-h/DSC07782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKjaDjrMSI/AAAAAAAAARI/9Z53Xh64xyA/s320/DSC07782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265450582376395042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake I made.&lt;br /&gt;Full of chocolate, yummm =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKovHNMZHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GN4NXAL38_U/s1600-h/DSC07788.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKovHNMZHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GN4NXAL38_U/s200/DSC07788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265456441691235442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SPOT MEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKovk_2ZVI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ql6yT_RDoPw/s1600-h/DSC07848.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKovk_2ZVI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ql6yT_RDoPw/s200/DSC07848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265456449688331602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKqj1REIBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iSFcJvsjJw8/s1600-h/DSC07858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKqj1REIBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iSFcJvsjJw8/s320/DSC07858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265458446920327186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favourite pic =)  The LYLAS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the class party, we went all the way to TBM to celebrate KSE's birthday. Unfortunately it rained when we were halfway walking to the restaurant, urhhhh. Eh tortoise, touched or not? Walked in rain worr! Must say you are, I don't care if tortoise is cold- blooded, LOL. Once again, belated happy birthday! Enjoyed the cream on your face? xD Went lepak at some mamak stall and got 'teased' for wasting a glass of Limau Ais which tasted like Gula Ais to me, LOOOL. ITS TOO SWEET OK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKowAlLXPI/AAAAAAAAARo/vR94FjwExX4/s1600-h/Image005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKowAlLXPI/AAAAAAAAARo/vR94FjwExX4/s200/Image005a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265456457092652274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Acting cool? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKowd7m-6I/AAAAAAAAARw/z5gmXjkgvww/s1600-h/DSC04153.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/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKowd7m-6I/AAAAAAAAARw/z5gmXjkgvww/s200/DSC04153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265456464971365282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm skipping school tomorrow! Hoooray =D Gonna hunt for jobs, kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7971587108520984058?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7971587108520984058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7971587108520984058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7971587108520984058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7971587108520984058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/11/proper-post-after-so-long.html' title='Proper post after so long?'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SRKjaDjrMSI/AAAAAAAAARI/9Z53Xh64xyA/s72-c/DSC07782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-7226307766838489538</id><published>2008-10-31T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:24:04.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MORE SHOT!</title><content type='html'>Woooooooooooooooooo, I had left my blog alone for soo long and finally I'm back! Yeayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE SHOT AND WE ARE OFFICIALLY DONE! Yes that's for the final exam, HEHE. One more, just one more miserable objective paper and I'm free! I can't wait XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam reports? Let me summarise it. ALL of the science subjects had been screwed like shit, and I mean it. But who cares? I'm satisfied with my Add Maths. =) I LOVE ADD MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these 2 days I really struggled like shit to study. Slept at 11+pm and woke up 3.30am to study for 2 days straight. That's soo OMGOSH! I don't think I've ever done that before. So yeah, terrible headache I'm having now. I need REST! (&lt;em&gt;But I don't think studying this way worked cause I still screwed my papers. Damn, I feel like an idiot for torturing myself for nothing!&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans are popping out for activities after exam already, HEHE. Too bad I can't join tomorrow's trip T_T I want to watch High School Musical sooo badly!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-7226307766838489538?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/7226307766838489538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=7226307766838489538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7226307766838489538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/7226307766838489538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-shot.html' title='ONE MORE SHOT!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5118326556391125715</id><published>2008-10-21T20:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:14:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD EFFECT OF EXAM.</title><content type='html'>I am here for a random post, ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to relax my full-of-add-maths-formulae-and-digits brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Effects of EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different reactions from different people when it comes to exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SP3SsHc7sLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JFFuhWJtJE0/s1600-h/exam_scram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SP3SsHc7sLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JFFuhWJtJE0/s320/exam_scram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259591595195084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the exploded aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naik gila&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SP3Ssbcr92I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PVnAktKVA1k/s1600-h/ispc030007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SP3Ssbcr92I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PVnAktKVA1k/s320/ispc030007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259591600562763618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way might as well end up with this. =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SP3SspN7d2I/AAAAAAAAARA/AWuOfRRWu7g/s1600-h/RIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SP3SspN7d2I/AAAAAAAAARA/AWuOfRRWu7g/s320/RIP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259591604258961250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how bad exams are? Exam stress is said and proven to be one of the cause of the increasing commit suicide rate. So let's protest. BANNNNNNN THEEE EXAMMMMM!!!  xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lool, I know how lame I am.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm currently in the first stage, slowly transforming into the second stage, and might as well proceed to the LAST option. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, back to add maths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5118326556391125715?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5118326556391125715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5118326556391125715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5118326556391125715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5118326556391125715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-effect-of-exam.html' title='BAD EFFECT OF EXAM.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SP3SsHc7sLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JFFuhWJtJE0/s72-c/exam_scram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1437016240914288208</id><published>2008-10-21T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:05:35.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless!</title><content type='html'>I am officially certifying the death of my final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I had the worst Maths paper ever today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, after ruinning my chemistry paper which I answered nothing but pages of cow dunk, I thought Maths paper will somehow make me feel better since Math's always the 'comforting' subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I was totally wrong. The maths paper made me feel worse. Especially when I realised all the stupid, silly mistakes I did. And hell, WHY DID THE TIME PASS SO FAST? I've never been so rush for a Maths paper, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically none of the papers I had could satisfy me, so hmm, predict my result?&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, you don't have to. I already know how it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I expected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I deserve it, since I did not work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be bad for once? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow's add maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah ah, I'm soo lazy to open the book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1437016240914288208?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1437016240914288208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1437016240914288208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1437016240914288208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1437016240914288208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6468765380343015373</id><published>2008-10-17T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:54:29.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Round 2.</title><content type='html'>Did I say I'll be studying today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I keep my words then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;You get my answer, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SPiiYitTK_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yKu7vQmMVr8/s1600-h/6a00d834515c6d69e200e54f9eaa728833-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SPiiYitTK_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yKu7vQmMVr8/s320/6a00d834515c6d69e200e54f9eaa728833-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258131107472419826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see myself in her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, get used to it people. I'm no longer the goody study girl anymore. Sometimes when I think about the changes in my behaviour and attitude lately, I have to admit that I am worried where these changes will lead me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mum once said, who knows maybe you can be SOMEONE in the future but it all changed because of a different step you took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know life isn't all about fun and there are times to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm not ready for the moment yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh eh, why so serious? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxxxx, you are still too young to worry about LIFE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Chemistry paper's coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/6851/sociallyawesome1fd7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my paper like this, HAHA. Salute the kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6468765380343015373?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6468765380343015373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6468765380343015373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6468765380343015373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6468765380343015373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastination-round-2.html' title='Procrastination Round 2.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SPiiYitTK_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yKu7vQmMVr8/s72-c/6a00d834515c6d69e200e54f9eaa728833-640wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5056605072454502892</id><published>2008-10-16T09:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:43:11.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more days!</title><content type='html'>Hooray! Another 2 days down and 7 more left to go, WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm seriously lantak-ing the final more than anything now. Look at me, its 9.10am now and I'm here, online blogging. I SKIPPED SCHOOL, I SKIPPED EXAM! Muahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the PMR holiday for all the form 4's. And TOMORROW TOO! Time to rest! Just a small break wouldn't harm right? Yeah, a 'small' break I mean. I still have to study during this holiday, but its just the matter of time yeah? Who knows when will I start revising? Sunday maybe? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates for my final? Isn't it boring? Alright, mention a little will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics: DEAD. 12marks already gone and the minor mistakes are not even counted yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sivik: Ok ok la, at least that's what I feel. An A for it, I hope? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;BM: Essays, essays. Crap and crap, no comment!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: Essays too! My destiny is in teacher's hand. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Moral: MENTAL TORTUREE!!! Brain juice was all squeezed out but still did pretty bad for the essay part -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I didn't do well for most of the papers (or all?) I've taken, but surprisingly I'm not feeling sad nor depressed for it. It just didn't seem to influence me at all! Well, maybe just a little worry. A LITTLE. If it was last time, I'll probably be worried like crazy and keep praying, praying and praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good or bad thing that I'm taking it this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Selayang Mall for Sushi with the LYLAS after school to celebrate our so called first-session-of-exam-ended. We had ALOT of fun teasing and cursing some people there, including the manager and the FAT BOYS behind us, LOL. TEMPURA WAR!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I bugged my sis to bring me to Taman Connaught's night market, a huge and famous one. We actually took 2hours plus to walk around from the starting to the ending, lol. Bought some stuff but still couldn't find what I was hunting for, sigh. Went back to her boyfriend's condo and did some stupid stuff. She tried out her fake eyelashes on ME! Can you imagine?! I almost fainted when I looked at myself in the mirror, what a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I'm in the condo now. HEHEHE. PEOPLE *point*, jealous not? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5056605072454502892?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5056605072454502892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5056605072454502892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5056605072454502892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5056605072454502892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-more-days.html' title='7 more days!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5967930354607661950</id><published>2008-10-13T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:40:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day down!</title><content type='html'>Instead of screaming and yelling over my sort-of-screwed-up biology and english paper, I'm gonna say, OOH LA LA FIRST DAY DOWN, 9 MORE TO GO! Weee xD Too bad its not ending in 9 days time, but in 2 weeks plus time. Why why why? Thereee... PMR holidays, weekends and Deepavali holidays! Hmm, I'm quite ok with it actually since the draginggggggs give me &lt;del&gt;enough&lt;/del&gt; longer, but still not enough time to study for it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's BM and the huh-what-the-heck-is-this-about physics paper! Physics physics, I hate you! I'm superbly bad in chap 5, or I should say, the all 5 chapters? Nahh don't care, fail then fail la. I expected myself to drownnnnn to the bottom in this exam. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT LAZY OKAY! I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excuses xD~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5967930354607661950?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5967930354607661950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5967930354607661950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5967930354607661950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5967930354607661950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-day-down.html' title='First day down!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-6464124808703890988</id><published>2008-10-12T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:13:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up, give up.</title><content type='html'>I opened my 'Success Biology' for tried hard to focus on it. I eventually got fed up after 30 minutes as nothing seemed to go into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I will NOT do something related with Biology in the future. Who bothers about how the cells divide, what happens to the food in my stomach and the COWs' stomach?! What's that got to do with me? Nothing right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've made the decision, I am.. not gonna study for this exam anymore? Hmm, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious, no jokes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-6464124808703890988?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/6464124808703890988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=6464124808703890988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6464124808703890988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/6464124808703890988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/fed-up-give-up.html' title='Fed up, give up.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8737183913359556484</id><published>2008-10-11T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:27:43.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UH OWWW.</title><content type='html'>Let me start with this before anythingelse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHH CRAP ONLY 2 MORE DAYS LEFT TO THE FIRST BLOODY PAPER AND I'M STILL HERE NICELY BLOGGING WITH NONE OF MY REVISION DONE. GOH CHAI YEEN YOU ARE SO FREAKING PRO LAHHHHH!! DONT CRY WHEN YOU GET BACK YOUR RESULTS, YOU DESERVE IT!! STUPID LAZY BUMP!! T____T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm so scared but still procrastinating my revision. Someone whack me can? No, don't start with the &lt;em&gt;'you no need to study also can score lahh...'&lt;/em&gt; thingy, because this time its no longer the same anymore. After the mid term exam, I'd been super lazy. Instead of paying attention in class, I was actually dreaming, sleeping, talking and conteng-ing. So, since I did not listen what the teachers taught plus I wasn't up to any tuition classes, AND I'd not done my revision, you think I know what's the topic about ah? You think I can still score like how I did last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with unknown reason, I'm not stressed and I don't know why. Maybe I'll be, when the clock shows 1am on Monday and I've still got more than half of the sickly-thick referrence book to go. Oh yes I'll definitely be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Mummy, can I be lazy for this exam and don't study? Since its the last few weeks of form 4. Next year only I study SERIOUSLY again.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'=.= 38 la you. Your study you manage yourself, its your own future ah.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that a yes or no? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I talked about my study after form 5. I told her I'm totally not interested in all the biotech, biochem, doctor etc etc aka the very-advanced-science-thingy. They simply make me feel sick. Guess what, I'm soo thankful that my mum isn't the NO-I-WANT-YOU-TO-BE-THIS-AND-YOU-MUST-BE type of parent, she actually had no comment when I told her I'm QUITE interested in hotel management and hospitality when most of the parents expect their children to be a doctor or something like that. She even said that she already knew I can't be a doctor because I'm sooo afraid of disgusting stuff, like you know, operation or a big rotten wound or a bloody chopped hand which the flesh can be seen. EWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is, like Carissa said, WHY ARE WE IN SCIENCE CLASS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, please pray that I'll at least START my revision today. Sighhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random: &lt;em&gt;Prediction of myself in few days time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255732083178420450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SPAce8x5OOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KM7-dXQ8DOo/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8737183913359556484?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8737183913359556484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8737183913359556484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8737183913359556484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8737183913359556484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/uh-owww.html' title='UH OWWW.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SPAce8x5OOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KM7-dXQ8DOo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-3768107586459513215</id><published>2008-10-07T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:47:23.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally moodless for books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I should be studying now but how? I couldn't push myself to open my books, there wasn't even a single thought of that brushes across my mind. 'Sighing' over my laziness and forever-dragging-attitude, I wonder when will I start touching my books? Will it be too late by then? Sigh, I'm seriously worried. But damn me, no matter how scared I am I still failed to make myself study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@$#%$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!@$#%$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;^ right? -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe I'm just lack of motivation to work hard because... Well, I have no goal no dream no ambition, so why bother to torture and force myself so hard? There's no point! I know this piece of thought is very wrong but sorry, I'm only a small little tiny pathetic human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never mind, I'll face the coincidence later. I know I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, have been quite into this particular Hong Kong TVB drama series named Moonlight Resonance lately. Ah yes, when exam's coming in few days time I'm what-the-heck-ly addicted to it. Alright, ignore my babels. Its indeed a really good show, especially the tears earning part, lol. Spend some time for it if you are able to! HEHEHE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's this song from the drama series, named 爱不够 (Not Enough Love) by 林峰 (Raymond Lam I guess?). Quite a nice song, added it to my playlist. Shuffle my playlist until you get the song if you are interested =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's the lyrics! Sorry if the translations are not good enough, I've tried my best. -_- DON'T LAUGHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;收藏在眼眸 常徘徊左右 愛猜到沒有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hiding it beneath my eyes, can the love guess it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;愉快玩笑後 能全然退後 你開心就夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the laughter, I'll step back as long as you are happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;這種感覺太親厚 講一千句也不夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This feeling is too intense that a thousand words ain't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;假使講了你聽到後 或會走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even if it was told, you might leave after listening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;這種戀愛太罕有 不須真正擁有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This love it too rare that it doesn't have to be really owned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;成全 衷心祝福然後 就放手 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giving a heartfelt blessing, and then let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;放手 放開所有 彼此更自由 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go everything and we'll both have more freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;放手 其實我絕非愛得不夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go, but it isn't because I've not love you enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;放手 豁出所有 還有這個好友 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go, forget everything, at least I'll still have you as my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;已經 已經足夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's already enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;遙遠是宇宙 靜靜在背後 去看守就夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The distance is as if a universe, thus guarding from your back in silence is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;這種感覺太親厚 講一千句也不夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This feeling is too intense that a thousand words ain't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;即使一剎有過衝動 挽你手 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Though there was a sudden impulsion to grab your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;這種戀愛太罕有 不須真正擁有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This love it too rare that it doesn't have to be really owned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;成全 多捨不得仍然 是放手 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No matter how unwilling I am I'll still let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;放手 放開所有 彼此更自由 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go everything and we'll both have more freedom&lt;br /&gt;放手 其實我絕非愛得不夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go, but it isn't because I've not love you enough&lt;br /&gt;放手 豁出所有 還有這個好友 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go, forget everything, at least I'll still have you as my friend&lt;br /&gt;已經 已經足夠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's already enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;放手 我的牽掛 找不到盡頭 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go, my missing will never reach an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;放手 期望你幸福甚麼都有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go, wishing that you'll be blissful and gifted with everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;也許 愛很深厚 然而我早看得透 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My love might be real deep but I've already got through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;放手 至可擁有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let go, only then I can have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is really nice, very touching that I could feel the emptiness of the singer (though its fake, ha ha -.-) Lovee it! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-3768107586459513215?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/3768107586459513215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=3768107586459513215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3768107586459513215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/3768107586459513215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/totally-moodless-for-books.html' title='Totally moodless for books.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8469901247315901696</id><published>2008-10-05T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:29:47.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to SCHOOOOL =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holiday's ending in 12 hours time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's soooo sad. Why holidays always end so freaking fast whereas when it comes to school days, the time crawls even slower than a snail? Its unfair! Urh well, I don't deny that I was pretty bored during holiday, but but but.. You know, its school! Imagine the text books, homeworks, and TEACHERS spinning around you everyday. Worst of all, DANG DANG DANG! The final exam, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! SCREAMS &lt;a href="mailto:!@##@%#@$^%$%"&gt;!@##@%#@$^%$%&lt;/a&gt;  So far my revision progress still remains as ZERO, salute me! T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of looking forward to the next holiday which will be Deepavali, I have to now force myself to focus on the exam that falls BEFORE and AFTER Deepavali. Crap right? Blame the whoever lahhh! The genius who set the exam schedule, ish. Purposely wanna ruin our holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly talked and thought about my ambition and future yesterday. Then I realised I have totally no idea of what my future will be at all! Not even a little bit of sketch. All I know is I'm not gonna spend my time with plants for the rest of my life. NEVER! No to the complicated biotech biochem and stuff like that too, they'll simply kill me in no time. So you ask me, why am I in science class then? Hmmm, I wonder too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I won't be surprised if I really flunk my final term.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8469901247315901696?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8469901247315901696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8469901247315901696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8469901247315901696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8469901247315901696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-schooool.html' title='Back to SCHOOOOL =('/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5873001875823914480</id><published>2008-10-03T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:20:47.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crap, are you telling me its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; already?! How can it be?!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noooooo&lt;/span&gt;! I failed almost all my mission I set when holiday just started. Sigh sigh, that's me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;School'll&lt;/span&gt; be back in 2 days time, and final? 1 week+2days left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OWH&lt;/span&gt; MY GOD. My revision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;.... BIG BIG SIGH. Forget bout it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sis had been asking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pineapple&lt;/span&gt; tarts since long ago. Since I was quite in the mood today, and most importantly, I was rotting, why not do her the favour? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; And so here's what came out.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252945444156578882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SOY2DNd1nEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hTkbKjw44Zo/s200/P1250691.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Common, traditional patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252945443636217122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SOY2DLhxhSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/VvrASFzQZ0E/s200/P1250667.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In a tart shell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252945632473450962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SOY2OLAFCdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rPtaip3C-AM/s200/P1250687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Porcupine&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252945444270318290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SOY2DN49ItI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VUit7Hc649w/s200/P1250694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hotdog&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252945444073985698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SOY2DNKJVqI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1Se0jaAtm5I/s200/P1250700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks like a lunch box, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To be honest, instead of real baking, I actually played with the dough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;, shaped them into different shapes and patterns. Had fun? Of course I do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252946285952318738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SOY20NZlPRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/awGomnJFHP4/s200/P1250674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Paparazzi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5873001875823914480?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5873001875823914480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5873001875823914480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5873001875823914480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5873001875823914480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/10/pineapple.html' title='Pineapple!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SOY2DNd1nEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hTkbKjw44Zo/s72-c/P1250691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4324836082402838413</id><published>2008-09-29T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:14:20.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it feels like I’m so alone, even if when people are right with me. I’m unreachable at times. And it makes me just want to crawl away and hide from the entire world.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I used to do that a lot more and no one seemed to notice. But these days I have different people in my life. And they don’t seem to want me to do that. But I still want to sometimes. In fact, most of the time lately I just want to disappear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- blackthorn28 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone experienced the same situation, am I right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4324836082402838413?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4324836082402838413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4324836082402838413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4324836082402838413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4324836082402838413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2541781473992445059</id><published>2008-09-28T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:30:31.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why beg?</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get my driving lisence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-2541781473992445059?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2541781473992445059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2541781473992445059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2541781473992445059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2541781473992445059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-beg.html' title='Why beg?'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1231669931778286016</id><published>2008-09-27T20:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:04:20.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yell !</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM PROCRASTINATING MY &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;REVISION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Countdown to Final: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whack me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1231669931778286016?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1231669931778286016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1231669931778286016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1231669931778286016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1231669931778286016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/yell.html' title='Yell !'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-5498541187347281173</id><published>2008-09-26T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:50:08.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>I'm here to blog about something that most of my friends blogged about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY IS HERE. YAYYYYYYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;This was first what I thought before and when I got home from school today. As you know, school if off for one week because of Hari Raya. I even skipped my chinese class (again) due to today-last-day-of-school-dont-have-mood-to-stay-back-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN, now I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm rotting already. School nowadays is fun, minus the lessons and homeworks of course. I love my class, especially the GG's =) WE ROCK! Hahaha. Oh yeah, I said I'm missing school now. Yess I really am, if there's no lessons on in school, my class will be the best best best place to&lt;em&gt; lepak&lt;/em&gt; ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, another thing people have been cursing about. The FINAL EXAM. Approaching in 17 days time, WTH?! Everyone was actually cursing the teacher who set the exam timetable when we first got it. Sorry but we couldn't help it, because the exam lasts for 3 weeks! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! And both papers of a same subject are dragged sooooo far apart from each other, FOR WHAT?! Because of this I need to study twice for all the pure science subjects and SEJARAH. Crapppppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess the 'whoever-concerned' simply like to torture the students. Who knows right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is, I didn't even start any of my revision. You say can die or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazyness, sigh -..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know how it feels, I know how much it hurts, but sorry I couldn't help a thing. It is just.... like that, you know? I no longer know how to deal with you, and the feeling of repelling is always there. Why why why why why? Maybe less words will do both of us good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know I don't like you right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So just shut up lahh, can?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-5498541187347281173?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/5498541187347281173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=5498541187347281173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5498541187347281173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/5498541187347281173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4496018053685378296</id><published>2008-09-24T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:45:36.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar? xD</title><content type='html'>Let's see what have I full-filled in my to-do's and reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I did &lt;strong&gt;none &lt;/strong&gt;revision, except for a lil bit of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today isn't my day to online so it wasn't included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Its 11.30pm now and I'm here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I almost fell asleep during Sejarah class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nahhh, complete failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH crap. Fine fine, let's forget bout those rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, still awake, because of Cecilia's cookies! Hahaha, she wanted some snacks when she's out to Singapore and she requested COOKIES. Haaa, my pleasure to bake her some? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we both are meant to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;Know why? Because I see you the same way you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, but I don't respect you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It explains everything? Perhaps. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As if you really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;C'mon lahh, get a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4496018053685378296?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4496018053685378296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4496018053685378296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4496018053685378296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4496018053685378296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-took-cookies-from-cookie-jar-xd.html' title='Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar? xD'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1025357829908492942</id><published>2008-09-23T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:46:34.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do's</title><content type='html'>I listed some to-do's and reminders to myself for the coming days. Sigh, I seriously have to do that to make sure my life is back on track and nothing is being neglected anymore. Well because.. As you can see, I had been ignoring my homework for the past few weeks and my school bag was never touched after I came back from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds ridiculous right?! I KNOWWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Final exam is on 13 Oct and you have only 20 miserable days left! Start studying?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get your eyes off the monitor will you? Don't be glued to the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep early, at least before 11pm? Look at your soggy eyes and eyebags lahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop dreaming in class? -..- With such great teachers around, I take it as a big challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I prefer keeping this to myself =) &lt;strong&gt;B T C !!&lt;/strong&gt; Don't ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please ME, practise these? People out there, help me out! Kindly REMIND me whenever I go the wrong way, hahaha. You know, I have very bad self- control :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best example?&lt;br /&gt;My school bag is again untouched today while I actually promised myself to start my revision. So what I did for this whole evening? Some useless rubbish which I know is a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.... Big big sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it that your way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, I'm up to it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mannn, I really hate you that much huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1025357829908492942?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1025357829908492942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1025357829908492942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1025357829908492942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1025357829908492942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-dos.html' title='To-Do&apos;s'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-1056029729116560773</id><published>2008-09-21T22:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:12:32.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My BBBBBBBFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZbwgIyqNI/AAAAAAAAANg/Z7dWaPwgtnc/s1600-h/1_181101725l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248483304565549266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZbwgIyqNI/AAAAAAAAANg/Z7dWaPwgtnc/s320/1_181101725l.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:288%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PING aka my LAO PO !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, finally, welcome to sweet 16 :) Wish you have a better birthday than last year's, hahaha. I still remember how moody you were when I went to your house to accompany you during birthday, lool. Stay happy always yeah.. Even though we might not be as close as we were but remember, whenever you need a shoulder or an ear to share, I'm always there. No matter what, in my heart you are still my very best best friend. I promise :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Glad that you liked my present, hehehe. Wanna know how it was made? Hmm, let me show you! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;First..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZdic15kNI/AAAAAAAAANw/MN5JGbQxO4M/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248485262186090706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZdic15kNI/AAAAAAAAANw/MN5JGbQxO4M/s200/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent half a day in the kitchen and stayed up to 1am to make these =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZdiAsws7I/AAAAAAAAANo/yjGtd3sF9-w/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248485254631568306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZdiAsws7I/AAAAAAAAANo/yjGtd3sF9-w/s200/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From this plain, empty little box.. Due to my overwhelming semangat, after making the cookies, I continued to work on this box until 5am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the next day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZdip3ukzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jfj0pmDCW54/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248485265683419954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZdip3ukzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jfj0pmDCW54/s200/DSC01148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lil bit more work done in the morning, this is the outcome. Pretty? I loveee the bear! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZffRR_OFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FNcE0GLM_00/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248487406566324306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZffRR_OFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FNcE0GLM_00/s200/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The photo was taken in a moving car because my mum was rushing me and I didn't have time to snap a photo of the very final product. So yeah, after some packaging, this was on the way to the birthday girl's house. I actually made sure she wasn't at home before I went to give her a surprise when she comes back. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay okay, don't be so touched, LOL! Taste good or not you're gonna say its nice, I DON'T CARE! XDDD hahahaha~ So sorry I didn't manage to celebrate with you, but at least I did all I can. Once again, happy birthday! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248504208928173362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZuxS9ObTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/G39Bn7HrJ40/s400/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-1056029729116560773?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/1056029729116560773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=1056029729116560773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1056029729116560773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/1056029729116560773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-my-bbbbbbbff.html' title='Happy Birthday My BBBBBBBFF!'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNZbwgIyqNI/AAAAAAAAANg/Z7dWaPwgtnc/s72-c/1_181101725l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-2505127407174335583</id><published>2008-09-20T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:36:42.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>Basically this is a simple photo post. Nehhh, I'm lazy to think of what to write, so why not let the pictures do all the talks? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, take a look at my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247784283841153522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNPgAJA6yfI/AAAAAAAAANI/WE764KbfeVY/s200/DSC01133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think? Pretty? Yes yes don't worry, your eyes are fine and you didn't see it wrong, this IS my wrist. Wonder why is it 'decorated' like this? Ask the volleyball, blame the volleyball, loool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, guess what's in the picture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247784289587614610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNPgAea-05I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yiYlCXbk9lM/s200/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you said cookies, BINGO! Yeap, they are cooookies. Handmade cookies made by me and only me for someone special. HEHEHE. For me, they are pretty good. But its not me who judge it, so yeah... I really hope its good enough for you to say you like 'em! They don't look attractive maybe, but hey! Don't judge the cookie by its look okay? xDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247784288714149618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNPgAbKuzvI/AAAAAAAAANY/Sowc9cjCEDs/s200/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-2505127407174335583?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/2505127407174335583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=2505127407174335583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2505127407174335583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/2505127407174335583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-did-i-do.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bh-DXBq8R_M/SNPgAJA6yfI/AAAAAAAAANI/WE764KbfeVY/s72-c/DSC01133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-4982006290345756411</id><published>2008-09-17T23:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:20:33.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially fallen.</title><content type='html'>If you happen to notice, my blog has been quite dead lately with no or less updates compared to those days when I first started blogging. You don't have to ask why because firstly, its too simple! The blogger is getting lazy, full stop. Second, the blogger will not be able to give you a satisfying answer as she herself is too, wondering why is she leaving her blog like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a really miserable mood recently. Not that anything bothers me, nothing does actually, but there's a feeling of hoping to be left alone whenever I'm home or even sometimes in school. Now when I go online, I prefer to appear as offline as I want nobody to disturb or mess around with me. Not that I hate to social but I'm just simply not in the mood for it. It feels so frustrating whenever some bloody annoying windows pop out on the toolbar, and I tend to ignore them no matter what or who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I'm lack of mood and the 'push' to do anything, almost everything including school, study, games, blog and stuff like that bore me to death. There's nothing I could do to cheer myself up even just a lil bit. Everything seems so boring and life has been really dull these days. I know it shouldn't be this way, I know I should be enjoying my life as a teenager. Yes I know very well and I really want to, but somehow I failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that I'm one who will never hestitate to treat someone or something with no mercy whenever I feel it is not right. It is called self- centred I guess? Well, yeah I do admit that sometimes I am. When it comes to certain matters, I really am. I care nothing about the rest but only myself and my own desire. But afterall it only happens once in a blue moon, as most of the time I tolerate ALOT with people and matters around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not ashamed, nor I am thick- skinned to say it out. I had been really really patient with people around me all the while that people tend to think I'm so soft and bla bla bla. Well the fact is, I wasn't really that soft actually, its all about the patience and the tolerance I've trained myself to practise. Because I know, there's no point to argue over some small matters. Why waste energy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no longer a prediction, its now a fact, a solid- hard fact that can not be debated. Something has gone out of the frame, beyond the boundary. I do know I stand a mini-tiny-almost-zero chance but it couldn't be resisted. I had fallen but I did not regret for it, I'm not regret for it, and I won't be. It will always be a secret until the day it should be revealed comes. Orelse, it should be kept forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0.2"&gt;&lt;I&gt;I feel a tinge of jealousy, telling me its not just an imagination.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surprised it actually hurts so much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;, I'm really sorry for the way things are going lately. I seriously don't know what the hell is wrong but everything seems so different that there's nothing left unchanged from the past. I feel so drifted away but there's nothing I could do. I did try to fix and send it back on track again but sadly, it didn't seem to work. You might not even bother anyway, even I wonder whether I really care or not but still, I'll try hard to not let it be this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there might not be anything left in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a single piece of memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMYMAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-4982006290345756411?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/4982006290345756411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=4982006290345756411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4982006290345756411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/4982006290345756411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/officially-fallen.html' title='Officially fallen.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8688089910078295580.post-8999813109660935505</id><published>2008-09-14T00:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:10:23.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>Found out something really really surprising that&lt;br /&gt;I had never, never, NEVER expect it to happen, not even a thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its so FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing right now, LOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8688089910078295580-8999813109660935505?l=whispering-cookie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/feeds/8999813109660935505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8688089910078295580&amp;postID=8999813109660935505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8999813109660935505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8688089910078295580/posts/default/8999813109660935505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispering-cookie.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA.'/><author><name>Shhhh...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14442038462495184766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
