<?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-1779196059835303643</id><updated>2011-11-25T02:22:27.835+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Editorials of a Brainless Deviator.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-7336133962003193302</id><published>2008-11-17T18:27:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:00:27.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Japanese Hairstick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a year of preparing for PMR&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a storybook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my own money! Darnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday I watched Madagascar 2 with Zana at KLCC. It was hilarious! Way funnier than the first one. I just couldn't stop laughing in the cinema. Every scene was sure to crack me up. Zana too. Before we watched the movie, we went from place to place with no definite purpose. Actually, the reason we went there was to meet my ex-classmate from Sri Inai. It has been 6 years. We reached there early so we wandered. You know me, right? Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't buy anything BIG. Just spent my money on a Japanese hairstick, a pizza for lunch, a TGV movie ticket, and that's basically it. OH WAIT. I- I bought a book. A really great one indeed! It took me some time to find the perfect book. Zana had to take a few magazines, read em' at the Teen Chick-Lit section for me to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the book, right 'ere.&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.barnesandnoble.com/images/14510000/14517457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 279px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14510000/14517457.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it half-way. Maureen Johnson excites me! She's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-7336133962003193302?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/7336133962003193302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=7336133962003193302' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7336133962003193302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7336133962003193302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/11/japanese-hairstick.html' title='A Japanese Hairstick.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-6476741756563517157</id><published>2008-11-17T14:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:37:57.861+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has to do with Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Nur Afifah.&lt;br /&gt;Go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://whateverlife.com/twilightlayouts.php"&gt;http://whateverlife.com/twilightlayouts.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight%20or%20twilight%20movie/?page=7&amp;amp;homepagequad1"&gt;http://photobucket.com/images/twilight%20or%20twilight%20movie/?page=7&amp;amp;homepagequad1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That will really please you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;END.&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/1779196059835303643-6476741756563517157?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/6476741756563517157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=6476741756563517157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6476741756563517157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6476741756563517157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Has to do with Twilight.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-2507716425370808211</id><published>2008-11-15T22:45:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:17:30.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parsley-green Grass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putrajaya&lt;br /&gt;A heavenly place to take heavenly shots&lt;br /&gt;Precisely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That explains it, then. I went to Putrajaya just now.  What was my aim? I had stated that already, to take pictures. Abang Firdaus, Kak Ita, Faris and Fahim also went there. Abang Firdaus has a new SLR, so he wants to try it out on Malaysia's most popular spot. True. Breath-taking views and spectacular sky-crappers they have there! Wonderful. Just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa and Ma had a little trouble on the road. Yes, what else if it's not for the directions. It took us some time to find Putrajaya's Mosque. We had to go back and fourth many many times to look for it. We keep ending up in the wrong route. So, we changed our plans and decided to stop in front of The Palace of Justice. Or in Malay, Istana Kehakiman. Erkk, that's not a direct translation for it, but that was what the building stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A carpet of parsley-green grass was lying ahead of our car. We parked the Latio by the elbow of the road and stepped out. A pleasant sight it was! Faris, Fahim and I ran along the field chasing each other and playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sapa sampai dulu dia menang, &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;typical infants' game. Faris also lied his body on the grass. Heck, it's very clean and well-maintained. I too, sat on the wet grass without worries. Not a single stain could be seen on my pearl-white trousers, how do ya' explain that, huh? Ahahha. Speaking of the field, the background was scenic. There was an (unknown by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mua&lt;/span&gt;) bulding lit by numerous yellow+orange+white coloured bulbs. The lighting was nice. So so nice. Romantic as they say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Fidaus was happy to use his SLR. Oh, how I envy him! Considering the fact that he had just bought a 250 mm lens which costed nearly a grand. A 250 mm lens is already around 10 cm in length okay, imagine the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; using much longer ones. Phewh, I would give a shot, it's not everyday I get to grow mucles ya' know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends (Syirin, Fieka, Meera, Syafiqah and others)&lt;br /&gt;told me to get one for myself, the SLR I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whhhaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da heck mann&lt;/span&gt;? They think money grow on trees? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tunggu I keje McD dulu ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Using my OWN money to  fullfill my desires is more satisfying than using my parents' money.&lt;br /&gt; Everyone feels the same way, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures for my darlings will be uploaded very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1779196059835303643-2507716425370808211?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/2507716425370808211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=2507716425370808211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/2507716425370808211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/2507716425370808211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/11/parsley-green-grass.html' title='Parsley-green Grass.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-6690072524191024316</id><published>2008-11-07T17:39:00.061+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:02:01.305+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRUaHjn7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/9sJFOFwRw5s/s1600-h/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRUaHjn7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/9sJFOFwRw5s/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266144056403781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to High 5 Breadtown, was miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought it would turn out dull but it was the other way around. I'm grateful. Overall, I had visited a bread factory twice. Yesterday can be considered as my second time. It was much more fun than my last trip to a bread factory, Intisari Bakers. That was six years ago, when I was in Standard 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I felt like not participating. But after having a long thought about it, I decided to take an interest in it. I figured instead of wasting my time at home/school with absurd things to do, why not have a little fun. Not to mention, I'll get a certificate. That may benefit me  in the future as extra curricular activities are important in applying for scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took an hour for us to get there. When we first got there, we were amazed by the Egyptian frieze. It was eye-catching! It looked really real and genuine. The moment we ate the provided food (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meehoon yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;kind-of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-sedap&lt;/span&gt;) like a bunch of gluttons, we stepped out of the bus. Our main objective was to take copious pictures of the place.&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVJQKB6bZI/AAAAAAAAAts/czJKq1fXUd8/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVJQKB6bZI/AAAAAAAAAts/czJKq1fXUd8/s320/IMG_0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266195881198775698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of, we went into the Bread Museum. We watched a multimedia show about the history of bread and where bread originated from. It was a short and enjoyable one. The Egyptians were believed to be the first ones to make bread. Wow, I didn't know that. Yep, surprisingly, I did learn a few stuff just by watching the multimedia show. It was useful information.&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVl_v2_NoI/AAAAAAAAAus/aYt972wBezc/s1600-h/IMG_055b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVl_v2_NoI/AAAAAAAAAus/aYt972wBezc/s400/IMG_055b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266227485132928642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance door was so cool that I hugged it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we toured around the museum. The building design was based on an Egyptian theme. It seemed like we were in Egypt. Even the floor was covered with sand! Cool, huh? Haha. We were not allowed to take pictures of the items and whatsoever, that sucked. The items displayed were awesomeeee. Awesome I tell you! Grr. We also got to press buttons so that the robots would move. They somehow looked scary. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked along the museum and reached at the end of it. That was when we got to see the actual factory! We were trapped in a kind-of-square-shaped-glass-tunnel. Outside were people  in hair nets and green-coloured uniforms working their asses off to make sure the breads 'invented' were perfect! (No, I'm making this up). The people who were working looked like robots. They seemed calm and settled not like what I had in mind. Everything was in slow motion. My friends and I couldn't think of any better idea than waving at them! And ya' wanna know what? THEY ACTUALLY WAVED BACK! Haha. Yes, a fun experience it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and walked along the tunnel until we arrived at a mini bread store. There, I bought a couple of Swiss Rolls, (RM1 each) and a bottle of orange juice. There was also a bowl of dough for us to punch our hands in. We ended up wiping flour in each other's faces. That was when our journey ended. We sat at a cafe for several minutes and stuffed on our hotdogs. Eheh, we got a hotdog for free. Nothing to brag about, really. Ahah.&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVbBCzNzdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hxqgoZgPVls/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVbBCzNzdI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hxqgoZgPVls/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266215412769344978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later, it was time to go home. Everyone got a goodie bag. A loaf of bread and a few munchies were in it. The time we had to get on the bus, Rahman, Zafirah, Hazwin and I quickly took pictures. We had to rush as the bus might leave us. Haha, here are the pictures that I had taken.&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVf1bxAdqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mnxrvwbIoFo/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVf1bxAdqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mnxrvwbIoFo/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266220710870677154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, the flying pose. It's not easy as it looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okeh.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVg_18n2jI/AAAAAAAAAuc/XumFGN-m8Ec/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVg_18n2jI/AAAAAAAAAuc/XumFGN-m8Ec/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266221989209037362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Zafirah to point. So she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRViaddPZTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/gd3DUNA1B2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRViaddPZTI/AAAAAAAAAuk/gd3DUNA1B2Q/s400/IMG_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266223546003055922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazwin took this one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really look like I was jumping, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRWyPya_xcI/AAAAAAAAAv8/-Z-P_bZFCC0/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRWyPya_xcI/AAAAAAAAAv8/-Z-P_bZFCC0/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266311323582449090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the sunlight was penetrating her pupil.&lt;br /&gt;That's why she made that face I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day ya' know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW0LhXhPQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0nb-9kZieMY/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW0LhXhPQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0nb-9kZieMY/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266313449308241154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafirah, Rahman and Hazwin. I took this at the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was already on the bus, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(Ni Rahman punya idea ok, :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-6690072524191024316?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/6690072524191024316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=6690072524191024316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6690072524191024316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6690072524191024316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-5-breadtown.html' title='Hi5!'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRUaHjn7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/9sJFOFwRw5s/s72-c/IMG_0570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1896670687147321538</id><published>2008-11-05T20:47:00.025+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:03:52.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss The Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colbie Caillat, I'm starting to like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I'm a huge Disney fan, I'm telling you this. I was watching Whose Line Is It Anyway just now. Then, there was a commercial break. I had to flick through a couple of channels to wait for the ads to end. God, they never stop. As I was doing so, I heard Colbie Caillat singing a song on MTV. It was pretty familiar. My ears were very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Kiss The Girl, an Original Soundtrack from Disney's Little Mermaid. When I was 5 to 8 years old, I watched Little Mermaid over and over again. It's my all-time fav Disney movie. As a result, I developed an interest in underwater-related things. I liked collecting seashells and make necklaces out of them whenever I went to the beach. I also memorized the songs from the movie. Haha. No wonder, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss The Girl is a calypso song, sung by Samuel E. Wright (voice of Sebastian). He's a Jamaican. Jamaicans are awesome singers, no doubt about that. Alan Menken was the one who wrote the song, he's the best composer I know, (more like the only composer I know). His songs are always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank God Coco is hear to save the day. Ashley Tisdale's version was less 'charming', however quite catchy. Now, try watching these videos and compare them yourself, they differ so much you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley Tisdale's Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYnGaI72Gwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYnGaI72Gwo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Coco's Version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WM-UrD5ov_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WM-UrD5ov_g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-1896670687147321538?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1896670687147321538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1896670687147321538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1896670687147321538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1896670687147321538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-since-im-huge-disney-fan-im-telling.html' title='Kiss The Girl.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-8821672092210736022</id><published>2008-10-31T09:39:00.029+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:36:41.475+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovable Beads.</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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVombsONRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_1EbdyJwcMU/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVombsONRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_1EbdyJwcMU/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266230348757218578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love beads, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days ago I went to IKEA with my darling cousins. I bought a couple of things which I fancied a long time ago, namely IKEA PYSSLA beads, and a multipurpose-thing-a-majiger. I don't know what it's called okay. So, have a look.&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVnYAgTCzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xZ7yNcZnEtc/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVnYAgTCzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/xZ7yNcZnEtc/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266229001429650226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without hesitation, I took it and bought it straight away. I didn't want to lose the golden opportunity, Ma wasn't there! If she was, my possibilities of getting this likable-object is very low. I still have no idea where to put it yet. My room is packed with many useless furniture, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, the fun part. Today, I did a witty thing. Look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVq9bhtcpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Yqfia7_I1Bc/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVq9bhtcpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Yqfia7_I1Bc/s400/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266232942873375378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVq9jJEfWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/5WozTSYZs0M/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVq9jJEfWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/5WozTSYZs0M/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266232944917511522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRWmkxdsmtI/AAAAAAAAAvs/pWtBqRXrlec/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRWmkxdsmtI/AAAAAAAAAvs/pWtBqRXrlec/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266298489963059922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVq-Vv-RGI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WJ5CcX8qthM/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVq-Vv-RGI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WJ5CcX8qthM/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266232958502454370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW55QfxNJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/X0nbL_YmEAI/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW55QfxNJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/X0nbL_YmEAI/s400/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266319732611560594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW6jOcsceI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ldm09xRzCls/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW6jOcsceI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ldm09xRzCls/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266320453616300514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW6ixyh1FI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XXyKNy6vaEg/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW6ixyh1FI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XXyKNy6vaEg/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266320445923251282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW9p-dVClI/AAAAAAAAAwk/842ks-lu9Yc/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRW9p-dVClI/AAAAAAAAAwk/842ks-lu9Yc/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266323868117961298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had put a single bead at a time to prevent them from falling apart. Bloody hell, it was difficult! My fingers are huge compared to the beads. Imagine having to collect one by one with a gigantic thumb and a gigantic point finger. It was dreadful. But, it ended up looking okay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for posting such stupid things, I'm bored).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1779196059835303643-8821672092210736022?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/8821672092210736022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=8821672092210736022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8821672092210736022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8821672092210736022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovable-beads.html' title='Lovable Beads.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRVombsONRI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_1EbdyJwcMU/s72-c/IMG_0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-7566024502012169840</id><published>2008-10-27T23:13:00.049+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:01:29.848+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy IKEA Chalks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRGiunGZG7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Kw1kuWIQEWw/s1600-h/Img13539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRGiunGZG7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Kw1kuWIQEWw/s400/Img13539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265168361026296754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait a second!&lt;br /&gt;Today's Monday right?&lt;br /&gt;OH, YEAH. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go any further, there's one more thing . .&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepavali to all Hindus throughout the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm, I'll start with last Friday. Last Friday was a blast. (okay&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;)  Despite knowing that majority of my classmates were absent from school, I was not all that surprised. As Monday's a holiday, might as well skip the last day, yes? Heck, the only reason I came was to help out Puan Noorhayani. She's my art teacher who needs a hand in decorating the school's art classroom. Not only me, but Dee, Zafirah, Jaz, Syazleen, Syikin, Dila, Fifa and Dine were glad to be of help.  Sadly, only 4 out of 9 turned up on Friday.  There were more on the  day before. To make things worse, Puan Noorhayani kept deferring the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'gotong-royong'&lt;/span&gt; till the end of the school period. That really miffed us off. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I DID have a good time though. I knew there were going to be lectures again, so I brought my pastel crayons and IKEA chalks for just-in-cases plus to entertain myself.&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQr9YDE2JhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WSRjOpiuxoA/s1600-h/Img13534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQr9YDE2JhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/WSRjOpiuxoA/s320/Img13534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263297704120165906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious-looking chalks they are, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like I said before, we were kind of mad as we had to wait, wait and WAIT. So we wandered around school to demolish our irritation. Eventually, as I expected, there WAS a case,  we got bored of wandering. Therefore, my friends and I settled down near the bombastic entrance gate (which was locked, damn it). A couple of seconds after that, I took out the multicoloured chalks. With them, we vandalized the tarred school compound with chalk scribblings and doodles! We were on a frolic of our own, without a care for the world! (But, ehehehh, to be frank, I did turn around once in a while, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut cikgu ah&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQbxsRkJwDI/AAAAAAAAApU/IyRy2vZddBQ/s1600-h/Img13488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQbxsRkJwDI/AAAAAAAAApU/IyRy2vZddBQ/s320/Img13488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262158957560578098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's me right there.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling my way to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQb0Ke_Ex0I/AAAAAAAAApc/P36rgucgqSc/s1600-h/Img13500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQb0Ke_Ex0I/AAAAAAAAApc/P36rgucgqSc/s320/Img13500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262161675582490434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                              Dee, Zafirah and Zana, the bird-wannabes.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQr6LQaBohI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0rko7JRPb0A/s1600-h/Img13505.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQr6LQaBohI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0rko7JRPb0A/s1600-h/Img13505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQr6LQaBohI/AAAAAAAAAq0/0rko7JRPb0A/s320/Img13505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263294185825477138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQp1BrBCXAI/AAAAAAAAApk/WQO6q_CFCiY/s1600-h/Img13485.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQp1BrBCXAI/AAAAAAAAApk/WQO6q_CFCiY/s320/Img13485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263147786123238402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQsAvFcvI5I/AAAAAAAAArc/o9u4Br0tuEo/s1600-h/Img13490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQsAvFcvI5I/AAAAAAAAArc/o9u4Br0tuEo/s320/Img13490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263301398429115282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQsAuWiIzZI/AAAAAAAAArU/ueLCrhe5SCg/s1600-h/Img13489.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQsAuWiIzZI/AAAAAAAAArU/ueLCrhe5SCg/s1600-h/Img13489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQsAuWiIzZI/AAAAAAAAArU/ueLCrhe5SCg/s320/Img13489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263301385835302290" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zana, Zana, Zana and Zana again.&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRGkZClH5xI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uo_Zqt9TUS4/s1600-h/Img13487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRGkZClH5xI/AAAAAAAAAtE/uo_Zqt9TUS4/s400/Img13487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265170189469083410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee looks so sweet in this photo, doesn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRGkYefT1GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/171v6qdyIe0/s1600-h/Img13497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRGkYefT1GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/171v6qdyIe0/s400/Img13497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265170179781022818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQsAvvC1RJI/AAAAAAAAArk/uN1QQWLuV50/s1600-h/Img13493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SQsAvvC1RJI/AAAAAAAAArk/uN1QQWLuV50/s320/Img13493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263301409594754194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's Mar to pose for ya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1779196059835303643-7566024502012169840?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/7566024502012169840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=7566024502012169840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7566024502012169840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7566024502012169840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/10/wait-second-todays-monday-right-oh-yeah.html' title='Yummy IKEA Chalks.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SRGiunGZG7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/Kw1kuWIQEWw/s72-c/Img13539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-829243365322720466</id><published>2008-10-23T00:36:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:07:46.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultra Cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 days had gone by since the big day&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WOWW right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Several days after PMR, I became really restless, that I did not know what to do. My head went blank, as usual. "What ever happened to all the things I had planned?" I thought. Apart from watching television, taking showers for extra hours (singing while at it), dancing with glee- not realizing that the curtains in my room were widely open, and again watching television . . . What a boring life I have here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Regardless, I am determined to implement all my tasks, involving my friends when the second semester break approaches. This way, it'll be easier for me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;programme my programmes, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah, Mak Long and Kak Ana, which happens to be my uncle, aunt and cousin respectively,  are staying over my house. They wanted to shop a bit of that and a bit of this so Ma was happy to show them around. Yesterday, we went to Ampang Point. Of course, 'we' includes yours truly, correct? No one could stop me now, no one! Anyway, I crept to Popular Book Store after not having such a good time at where they were currently being. There, I hunted for mangas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Manga hunting was a success, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With a little bit of cash Pa had given me on the second day of Raya, I exited Popular Book Store with 3 mangas in my bag. That was right after I observed and analysed the plot summaries with greatest care. Never would I buy such a manga without flicking through its pages first. Unless it's sealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of course. Plus, I got them at a very reasonable price, quite shocking too. Two of them costed RM24 and RM14 for the other one. Ultra Cute, Instant Teen and Pita-Ten were the tiles that caught my attention. I completed reading two of the mangas already, and looking forward on reading the last one, Pita-Ten. Ultra Cute was rather well, ya' know- cute, and Instant Teen was amusing. Both of them were average, nothing extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51WEXM5AMWL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51WEXM5AMWL._SS400_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://www.justmanga.com/jmcover/pitaten6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.justmanga.com/jmcover/pitaten6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scans.mangafox.com/store/manga/1106/cover.jpg"&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://www.justmanga.com/jmcover/ULTRACUTE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.justmanga.com/jmcover/ULTRACUTE2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, yesterday was a horrid day. We had to go to the school hall and hear deadening lectures regarding our Form 4 streamings. Later, we had to return to our classes. Afifah and I decided to toy around school because if we were to stay in class, we would do nothing besides cleaning the class and rearranging the desks and chairs, WHICH WERE NOT EVEN OURS. How cruel is that? It's like baby-sitting, only there's no pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shall I proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the slowest motion we could possibly go, we headed to 4 Waja, our temporary class for now. On our way there, we bumped into Rahman and Jazrina. Most expectedly, we chatted for a short while. We talked about movies, television shows and celebritities. This was when I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it.&lt;/span&gt; Jaz was holding a blue-coloured reading material which was moderate in size that was pretty familiar to my sight! At that moment, I asked Jaz whether she could hand over the book so that I could get a better look at it. Goodness me, it was a manga! I never thought Jaz, my friend since standard 5, read mangas! Wow! Nothing to be shocked of actually, but it was really eye-popping to find a person who was a manga-maniac too. Delightful isn't it? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1779196059835303643-829243365322720466?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/829243365322720466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=829243365322720466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/829243365322720466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/829243365322720466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-days-had-gone-by-since-big-day-like.html' title='Ultra Cute.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-3110896680314508656</id><published>2008-10-17T10:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:53:28.279+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PMR IS OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to paint the town red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/1779196059835303643-3110896680314508656?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/3110896680314508656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=3110896680314508656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3110896680314508656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3110896680314508656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-guess-what-pmr-is-over-time-to.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-5317553692995772196</id><published>2008-10-05T17:27:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:12:28.921+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stress Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOOO-NI-CHIII-WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am &lt;span&gt;intellectively&lt;/span&gt; pooped. BIG TIME. Hate it what that happens. I completed a few exercises just now, and typing this stuporous post at the moment. The exercises were done right after Ma returned home from Auntie Mimi's open house with some brand new books for me to cramp my brain with. Not blaming Ma though, I asked her to do so. Since my Sejarah and ERT results are normally unstabble, or in other words, Cs or worse, I have no other choice. It's either do it or "toodles 8As".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am actually continuing this post after returning from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in it, I kept on repeating this sentence over and over again&lt;br /&gt;in different ascents, and MY OH MY, it was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Listen to me child, other people have worse cases than this, but they don't hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;If you continue to do this, there's no other choice but to bring you downtown,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote from Crime Scene Investgation.&lt;br /&gt;But ada a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tokok tambah sikit&lt;/span&gt; ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of, I tried saying the sentence in German ascent.&lt;br /&gt;NAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tried Indian ascent.&lt;br /&gt;Nailed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaican ascent was the next.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Chinese ascent.&lt;br /&gt;So-so lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, English ascent.&lt;br /&gt;Has to be my favourite above all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was then, I had come to my senses and realized that I was spending 5 minutes, (perhaps more) in the toilet talking to myself. If a complete stranger happened to pass by the toilet, he must have thought I was a total nutcase! Heck, it was fun anyways. For PMR candidates batch 2009, call this PMR's side effects. Beware &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tense and peer pressure, yesterday, I totally entertained myself by doing a  pleasurable dance. It's called "The Stress Dance". At first I thought it was a bit silly. Later I found out that this peculiar dance was a real stress-get-away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For those who are interested, this is how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. With both hands, hold your waist with moderate grip.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start twisting your waist round and round like a circle. Slowly though, not too fast.&lt;br /&gt;3. Maintain the speed in order to obtain peace.&lt;br /&gt;4. After some time, say "stressed" as many times as possible. The more you say it, the calmer you may be.&lt;br /&gt;5. Close your eyes while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing all by myself, when I stepped into the kitchen and found Ma, there. At that point, I dragged Ma into it. She wasn't really good at it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR is on the 13th of October.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7 days till PMR!&lt;br /&gt;13 days till freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1779196059835303643-5317553692995772196?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/5317553692995772196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=5317553692995772196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5317553692995772196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5317553692995772196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/10/kooo-ni-chiii-wa-i-am-intellectively.html' title='The Stress Dance.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-4039640461207561398</id><published>2008-06-14T23:57:00.022+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:14:58.838+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voyage of The Dawn Treader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQD0UgolQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/a5leNgRc_hI/s1600-h/hott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQD0UgolQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/a5leNgRc_hI/s200/hott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211794866168173826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skandar Keynes&lt;br /&gt;One of the major English hotties&lt;br /&gt;He's hot&lt;br /&gt;17 seventeen&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;freaking talented for God's sake&lt;br /&gt;GOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In case you're wondering, he plays the role of Edmund Pevensie in both The Chronicles of Narnia; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and Prince Caspian. I have always been a fan of The Chronicles of Narnia since I was 12, before it came to the cinemas. I have the first book, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe and looking forward to buy the third sequel (or whatever you call it, it's beyond my knowledge), The Voyage of The Dawn Treader. I had read the plot summary and it sounded like it's really interesting. The movie is coming out two years from now, 2010. God's will, I'd be able read it, and watch it as well? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Kakty contacted Ma last week, I was like so eager to talk to her, HAHA, regarding the book actually. I asked her to look for it at any book stores located near her university. I was kind of bombed as she said she doesn't go to the book stores (or any other stores) often. And she also said "You read books like that?". :P As a matter of fact, I do Kakty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm, perhaps I could get the book cheaper there, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kat sini mahal lah. Rental sana, rental sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minyak &lt;/span&gt;price had gone up recently, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Niways, Tieqa came the other day. Before the semester break. I was the one who made her intention of coming; study. Otherwise, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma marah nanti. &lt;/span&gt;But the saddest thing of all, she ended up tutoring me piano lessons. We played the keyboard in my room.  I was so distracted by her terrorness of playing the keyboard. Gah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pandailah kau, Tiqu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But but but buttttttt, we DID study OK. Sejarah. And believe it or not, Tieqa had only studied that single subject, then. However, the thing that differs us is, I read many subjects at a time, but everything that I read just can't seem to stay put in my head! She, on the other hand, reads a single subject at a time, and everything remains in her head. How lucky of you to be owning a type of brain that obeys you. Isk isk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a particular necklace, which I wear at times merely. I bought it at Bandung last year. The only reason I bought it was only because of the stripes. Really cute beads coated with stripes. I was wearing it around my neck. When Tieqa came, she took a look at it and wore it around her head, like a headband.&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQCaowH0oI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DUXptwT0bQM/s1600-h/hhh%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQCaowH0oI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DUXptwT0bQM/s200/hhh%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211793325413618306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes after we studied, Ma called me. She was watching AFC (Asian Food Channel). She kind of ask me to sit and watch the programme for a while (wow, how encouraging). Tieqqa, HAHA, she had to do so as well. Ma was like "Tieqa, come come, sit here," The way she said it was like a pirate saying "Ahoy, shiver me timbers!". You'll know if you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[I discovered that Tieqqa is really good at cooking].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma said after PMR, my friends can come over and bake cupcakes! Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1779196059835303643-4039640461207561398?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/4039640461207561398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=4039640461207561398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4039640461207561398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4039640461207561398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/06/skandar-keynes-one-of-major-english.html' title='The Voyage of The Dawn Treader.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQD0UgolQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/a5leNgRc_hI/s72-c/hott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-3200008796935875151</id><published>2008-06-14T21:19:00.025+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:14:59.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play-Doh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFSIikY1u4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/4ywg7TMVRWc/s1600-h/woa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFSIikY1u4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/4ywg7TMVRWc/s200/woa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211940796239297410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Play-Doh&lt;br /&gt;Play-Doh makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fascinating fact about Play-Doh is that it doesn't give out a certain odour. Other plastercines give out unpleasant smell, which may worsen the condition of an asthmatic. I used to be one you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, around 9, I went to Nadiah's house and was the first one to arrive. I have always been a lazy ass when it comes to Saturday mornings. Instead of working on the script of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde for my Literature group, I brought along my Play-Doh from home. Why, to play with them of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The unfavorable thing about Play-Doh is because Play-Doh is costly. I had to pay RM 20 for 10 tiny containers of Play-Doh. Which is not reasonable, for me. I bought them at Jusco. My cousin was picking out a casual clothing. While she was facing a dilemma as to which clothing to buy, Faris and I crept to the Kids Corner to check on some cool new toys. He, as usual, was interested in the robotic kind of stuff; the cartoon-made-into-robotic-toys type. The ones they show you on Cartoon Network. Like; Ben 10, Batman, Action League, and so on. Ben 10's his fav. Nevermind&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah, &lt;/span&gt;kids will always be kids. Speaking of which, Barbie has never caught my attention, I mean, HAHA after standard 2 I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regardless, while waiting for late Ofie and late Syafiqah to come, I insisted Nadiah on playing the Play-Doh I had brought from home. I shaped the different colours of Play-Dohs into tiny spheres, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bulat-bulats&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the time Ofie arrived, it was already taking-pictures time. And you know Ofie when it comes to taking pictures, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa lagi, pose ah. &lt;/span&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures I had taken.&lt;br /&gt;Hope they fascinate all of you. I know I was. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPkG6sCpDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/5H8iqTbx01k/s1600-h/hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPkG6sCpDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/5H8iqTbx01k/s200/hehe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760001282122802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPmF4YWuOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9eLpdRkkvHw/s1600-h/utt.jpg"&gt;          &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPmF4YWuOI/AAAAAAAAAmE/9eLpdRkkvHw/s200/utt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211762182506068194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPmEFrN_OI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6GL3TwX_47o/s1600-h/uy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPmEFrN_OI/AAAAAAAAAl8/6GL3TwX_47o/s200/uy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211762151715110114" border="0" /&gt;          &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPkHFoIh1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/AxMmNN4uETE/s1600-h/uu.jpg"&gt;     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPkHFoIh1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/AxMmNN4uETE/s200/uu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760004218521426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPobvEqGfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Y_kA5HftWyk/s1600-h/yee.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPobvEqGfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Y_kA5HftWyk/s200/yee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211764756987910642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPkHFDqncI/AAAAAAAAAls/KwppXWETbtA/s1600-h/yy.jpg"&gt;          &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFPkHFDqncI/AAAAAAAAAls/KwppXWETbtA/s200/yy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211760004065566146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found a video while I was surfing for Play-Doh. I got it from Mojo Hannah's blog. Whoever she is, her blog's pretty cool! Due to the adorableness of the video, I decided to share it with all you.  Besides, it's kind of relevant to this post. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLUAbkRUvVQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLUAbkRUvVQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-3200008796935875151?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/3200008796935875151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=3200008796935875151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3200008796935875151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3200008796935875151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-doh.html' title='Play-Doh.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFSIikY1u4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/4ywg7TMVRWc/s72-c/woa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1965826190550700280</id><published>2008-06-13T19:00:00.029+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:14:59.954+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Particular Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a different day at tuition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQGUeXGgBI/AAAAAAAAAms/NwTsg35GCHU/s1600-h/fiff%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQGUeXGgBI/AAAAAAAAAms/NwTsg35GCHU/s200/fiff%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211797617591615506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEY.&lt;br /&gt;Missed y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's&lt;br /&gt;8.02 pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday night&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;my darling parents&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can a girl of my age want?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formerly, after our mid-year test, (meaning after the semester break), my classmates and I gathered in class whenever our form teachers were not around (you know how they love to delay marking our papers). We told each other ghost stories. Ikhmal, (a classmate of mine who happens to be an annoyance to me most of the time) was one of the people who started this ghost story-telling act. The way he tells it, you see is really captivating. And once your ears are glued to his stories, there's nowhere you could go other than staying and hear the story till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must say, we could not possibly continue this habit on, PMR is just 3 months away! You may think that I have been occupying myself with studying and such, but BELIEVE ME, I had wasted my time a lot. I'm starting to study for real now. I mean, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, to make a long story short, this was what happened 3 hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Teacher's Fidzah English tuition. Surprisingly, for the first time ever, today's lesson hadn't been quite helpful as normal. You see, Pandu Puteri's AJKs are  coming over  her house tomorrow. They will be baking some cupcakes and bring them over to school later for the other girl guides to decorate them, (isk isk). Anyways, as I had said before, Teacher Fidzah was in charge, so she had to go out for a while and buy the ingredients while me, Ofiellia, Syahirah, Syafiqah, Liyana and Haris had to stay put to complete an essay Teacher had given us. We were soo not in the mood of writing, however, had to complete it as soon as Teacher got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         The minute Teacher Fidzah and her son, Faris, stepped out of the door, we started to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      THAT is however, not the point I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had to do an essay in a letter form, it somehow reminded Liyana of her ex-home, Kelantan. Thus, she took out her phone and let us hear lots of Kelantanese songs, loud and clear. Everything was okay until she skipped track and let us end up hearing a song that crept the hell outta us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda like a song. A baby was crying. She said it used to be one of her fav hearings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like songs also lah. &lt;/span&gt;Then, Haris started to tell one of his scary experiences. Ofiellia was already covering her ears by then. I was about to, till I remembered the ghost stories Ikhmal had told us on the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah and I shrugged. She, too, had also told Ofie and I a ghost story of hers while she was in Singapore, during the ghost-story-telling period in class. The fact that it was kinda creepy and REAL made me shiver. Due to the sudden chill I felt on the back of by neck, I looked back. Nothing. My mind was somewhere else, heh. Creepppy, I'd say. Syahirah and Syafiqah used to live in an apartment in Singapore. They used to play in the living room. Their uncle took a picture of them and found 'something' else besides them, in the picture. A figure. HAHA. You know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Teacher was not home and all, fear was running through our bloodstreams.  For the time being my parents aren't home as well as my brother. He had gone out to buy Kentucky Fried Chicken. And my parents are having dinner, celebrating a relation's birthday at a classy restaurant; (where I'm not invited). Isk isk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Forgive me If I have some grammatical errors. I'm in a hurry).&lt;br /&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/1779196059835303643-1965826190550700280?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1965826190550700280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1965826190550700280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1965826190550700280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1965826190550700280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey.html' title='The Particular Picture.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/SFQGUeXGgBI/AAAAAAAAAms/NwTsg35GCHU/s72-c/fiff%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-3115662953744263406</id><published>2008-03-08T13:29:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:18:04.364+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some major, must-answer questions for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Your gratitude will be much appreciated! If you can, then please go ahead and answer them. Otherwise, no harm done, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who attended Titian Cahaya or Sistem Tunas Akademik &lt;span&gt;last year (07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;/this year (08)&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;If so, what days are/were you in? The night/day session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more specific, shall we? &lt;span&gt;Who was in the Thursday night&lt;/span&gt; class? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like a fool for posting unnecessary posts sometimes, forgive me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&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/1779196059835303643-3115662953744263406?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/3115662953744263406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=3115662953744263406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3115662953744263406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3115662953744263406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/03/attention-everyone.html' title='Thursday Night.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-6075049644579610967</id><published>2008-03-07T22:40:00.057+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:06:31.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Striking Colours Are Not Aprroved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today is the first day of the semester holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Explains why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The renovation is still going, not done yet. It's gonna be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in 3 days, hopefully. That was what Ma said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I am so excited of how my room is going to look like. My former room was kind of unpleasant. Ordinary bedrooms have four walls right? Well, in my case, there are only three since the other one has been torn down. All my 3 walls differ in colour. Light green, lime green and gray. It's kind of complicated. Heck, I don't really care. The walls shocked a few people, but later they got used to it. I think of painting the other 3 walls, pink, as in below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://comps.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/SBY/SBY189/STK119397RKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://comps.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/SBY/SBY189/STK119397RKE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; No way, kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. As if Ma's gonna approve that colour.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a lighter pink. Something like below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://comps.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/SBY/SBY189/STK118116RKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 257px;" src="http://comps.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/SBY/SBY189/STK118116RKE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, let that be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Malas nak pikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last Saturday, SMKTM had a kawad kaki competition. PANDU WON! I'm really happy for you guys. Worth all your hard work, eh? :) Oh, Pengakap girls came in second. I'm so gonna join kawad next year, no tuitions will be in my way, woohoo! (At least I think they won't). Arghhhhh, going to tuitions are sooooo tiring. Oh yes, speaking of which, I joined a new tuition at 4 pm just now, English, second English tuition that is. Teacher Fidzah's tutoring! I like the fact that her house has an English-tuition-environment. Only two people are in my session, Syafiqah and I.  Perhaps more people will be attending it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Off Topic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the time being, I like listening to these songs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bleeding love - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overprotected - Britney Spears or in other words hit-me-shave-my-head-one-more-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, if you have some spare time that you're probably not going to use, try listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy them, then hi5! Welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Off Topic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma and Pa went somewhere, since today's the last day before election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomorrow's the big day! For the candidates of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;May there be less corruptions throughout this year, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I never thought that people my age would be interested in political issues.&lt;br /&gt;But now that I do, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Off Topic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yatta!!~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recently, I bought the third volume of Tennen Bitter Chocolate, the manga which I admire, apart from Kamikaze Girls. Apparently, it was the last chapter. And the sad thing of all, I knew the starting, I knew the resolution, but bloody hell, I don't know the climax! The second volume was out of stock. (Hmm hmm maybe there was, considering the fact that Ma was there with me when I bought it so I didn't have the time to search for it properly, oh pickles). And later today, after going to Teacher Fidzah's tuition, I bought a new manga. Frankly speaking, I regretted buying the manga. The stories were so common and not- not- Arghh, SO NOT SATISFYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Based on my experiences in reading manga, I think that most of the storyline goes the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A likes X - A really really likes X - X don't know A likes X - On the other hand, A's best friend, K, likes A - A doesn't know that, but keep telling what A feels about X - K is kind, sorta depressed by all that, but never really tells K's own feelings towards A - A meets up with X, through some happenings, with the help of K - A is happy because of this - K is suicidal (wahahaa, exaggerating gila) A and X is now a couple - Tiba-tiba muncul pulak si V, who appears to be a former gf/bf to X - Jealousy strikes! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pastu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;K saves A from all this - A thanks K, AS A FRIEND; OUCH - X is grateful as well - K gets even sadder - bla bla bla - X doesn't really like A as much as K does - When something shocking happens - During the perfect timing, K tells K's feelings towards A - A kiss K (definitely, you won't miss this part); and X returns to X's gf/bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that's roughly how it usually goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lah, mesti punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dah letih lah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; believe it or not I've been typing for 2 hours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tapi tak banyak mana pun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what a shame. Anyways, got to go. Need to sleep. I'm gonna get a deep slumber tonight, oh wait, it's already morning, LOL. Scratch that, I wanna go watch the television. Just got the television repaired, eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sayonara miuchis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-6075049644579610967?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/6075049644579610967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=6075049644579610967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6075049644579610967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6075049644579610967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/03/holiday-b.html' title='Striking Colours Are Not Aprroved.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-2177377349638747612</id><published>2008-02-12T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:08:29.843+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam; Gotta Study Like Mad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back later, exam's next week, and I really wanna ace all of papers.&lt;br /&gt;If not, depression's coming to town, and my days would suck. Laters. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1779196059835303643-2177377349638747612?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/2177377349638747612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=2177377349638747612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/2177377349638747612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/2177377349638747612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/02/exam-gotta-study-like-mad.html' title='Exam; Gotta Study Like Mad.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1300126917658487773</id><published>2008-02-11T14:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:05:43.115+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    OMG, I'm so sorry for taking ages to upload these pictures, Kak Sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few problems came up, no seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I just realized that I uploaded them a long time ago, just that, I forgot. LMAO. I uploaded the pictures at zooomr. Nak dijadikan cerita lah kan, zooomr somehow screwed up and now all the pictures cannot be viewed. Plus, all this while my computer rosak, kena sambar lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zooomr.com/photos/qeyla/&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/1779196059835303643-1300126917658487773?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1300126917658487773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1300126917658487773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1300126917658487773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1300126917658487773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/02/gig-pictures.html' title='Gig Pictures.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-6473463631372624209</id><published>2008-01-13T15:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:01.969+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocuriculum Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yesterday I went to school, first curriculum day for this year. Before this, I was in Pandu. But this year I decided to be a little more adventurous, MUAHAHA. I'm a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pengakap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now. Yay! I was kind of shocked that some people were a bit angry with me. I never knew that it would bother anyone. First, the students had to queue up. We were a mess, that's why. Everyone was not in their actual classes. The teachers started to babble, a lot. You know how things are, they say it would take only a minute as they will be saying "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;a thing or two", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but at the end of the speech there are probably countless words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, school's canteen. Softball. Briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Makmal D2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photography Club! I like I like. Anyway, I was siting with Syazleen at the front of the lab. We shared the same stool. That made our bums swell. It was easy to hear what Cikgu Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was talking about. Plus, our view was perfect as no sweaty students were blocking our way. Phewh. It was voting time. The manager of the club; Faris! I voted for him. (I know his works are all bloody good, though he doesn't know who the heck I am, LOL). Proceeding, it was time to vote for AJKs, form 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5 AJK : Azzrai. Yeah. Adeeb was one of noisiest guys who volunteered him. Azzrai was busy asking them to keep quiet. But they didn't. Why would they care? Haha. I voted for him If I'm not mistaken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 AJK : Acap. Yup! Zeqi, Acap and Hafiz were nominated. Again, Adeeb volunteered them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bising ah dia tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA. When everybody was calling Zeqi's name, he, himself, said his own name, LOL. He came to the front, after that. Acap, on the other hand, was startled when he was called up front. Hafiz was volunteered by one of his friends, who sat at the back. He walked to the front, shyly. The voting began. I voted for Hafiz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  I don't remember. In the end, Acap had the most votes, and he was appointed as AJK Form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 3 AJK : I can't recall who. This time, Adeeb was volunteered by his friends who were with him, since we was so keen to call his friends, right? LOL.  I forgot who the other nominees were. All the volunteers were boys, so Cikgu Erin asked everyone to volunteer a girl. At first, Cikgu Erin called me to the front to be one of the volunteers. ARGH. But then, I said I had no SLR, WHAT A SICK REASON I GAVE,  and I was afraid that nobody would vote for me, SIOT AH. Acap and his friends were at the side of the table taking snapshots of the people in the lab with Cikgu Erin's SLR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot. &lt;/span&gt;I didn't know whose SLR it was. Uuu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Best gila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt like snatching it and pressss the capture button as long as I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2 AJK : Omg, blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tak ingat langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Form 1 AJK : Nad, Nadhirah Rashid. She was appointed as the AJK of form 1. I hardly recognized her! She looked slightly different. All the form 1s volunteered her, made her grinned. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I went to the back of Block E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pengakap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meeting. Awan, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pengerusi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;talked about what we were supposed to wear, do, write in our log books, etc. We stayed out in the sun, luckily, Block E blocked us from getting exposed to the sun. Some of us were still suffering from the heat of the sun, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What difference does it make, eh? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R4nhgUSEOKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mPYmBd0x3gs/s1600-h/kaos-lemon02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R4nhgUSEOKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mPYmBd0x3gs/s200/kaos-lemon02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154899193818790050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S THE END OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-6473463631372624209?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/6473463631372624209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=6473463631372624209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6473463631372624209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6473463631372624209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/01/cocuriculum-day.html' title='Cocuriculum Day.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R4nhgUSEOKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/mPYmBd0x3gs/s72-c/kaos-lemon02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-7340311773003258666</id><published>2008-01-10T15:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:26:19.320+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello. Today's a public holiday - Awal Muharram, the start of Muslim year. I'm stuck at home, with no where else to go, no better things to do. My parents are out, visiting a relation I can't recall who. Kakty had run off to Langkawi, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat amenda ntah&lt;/span&gt;, 4 days ago, last Saturday. She's spending 1 month there, before shifting to Welly Land. My brother's back from college, but it makes no difference 'cause he's out, at his friend's place. My school life is getting a bit better. Just a little. You know . . . every now and then, I'm getting used to the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, I woke up at 7.30 a.m. this morning, should have gotten up later, knowing that I'm not going to school. Jumped off the bed and the first thing I heard were noisy mutterings  coming from the television outside the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I noticed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was watching a movie, inspired by F. Scott Fitzgerald's life, a famous writer, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0280234/bio"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;who went from being the high priest of the Jazz Age to a down-and-out alcoholic within the space of twenty years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0280234/bio"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The moment I settled my buttock on the sofa, the movie ended. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, I changed the channel and noticed that Star Movies was showing a movie which went by an odd title. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Banshee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Banshee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was an Irish term for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pontianak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;dracula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in other words. It's not that different than any other movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;girl was abused at young age - got older and became violent - stole cars - car belonged to a cold blooded killer - had a boyfriend - boyfriend was killed - officers came in - one was hot, the other was not - suspected the girl, the other didn't - girl was in trouble - girl kicked asses - ran away to a friend's crib - advised friend - friend didn't believe her - went to a club - borrowed girl's jacket - danced - DJ (killer) recognized the jacket - brought friend home - killed friend  - blah - blah - blah -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, that's enough I guess. Not really in the mood to write right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;END.&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/1779196059835303643-7340311773003258666?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/7340311773003258666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=7340311773003258666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7340311773003258666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7340311773003258666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-657169237103222125</id><published>2008-01-06T06:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:22:03.357+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Info On These Items?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P8854&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;Stila's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P8854&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt; Cover Up Stick &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.adiscountbeauty.com/page234.html"&gt;Judith August's The Everything Pencil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to know where I  could get them, tell me OK (:&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/1779196059835303643-657169237103222125?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/657169237103222125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=657169237103222125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/657169237103222125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/657169237103222125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/01/everything-pencil.html' title='Any Info On These Items?'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-4754814127774091285</id><published>2008-01-05T19:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:31:48.473+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Capricorn take note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two heartbreaking days of school had passed. Morning session seems to be different than the way I expected. I'm trying to get use to that change of state. It's OK once you get use to it, right? I mean, it's not like I'm not used to all the shouting and shrieking every 6.00 am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At random, I hadn't been myself for the last two days, including today. That sounds like a 'fresh' start for the beginning of 2008. Three days of depression really makes my face go green. I have some tolerable reasons, go ahead and ignore them if you want. Apparently, yesterday, which happened to be my birthday, was the most grieving day of my life. Everytime I try to get over one thing, something worse comes ahead. What a sick life I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; something took place at school. I had to hide myself in the guest room, downstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two,&lt;/span&gt; not one of my family member wished me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Three,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I was supposed to go to school and then go a for an eye-check-up (which I had waited for three long weeks, I was so keen) but I had to stay at home, and wait for the plumber, contractor, and other repairmen to come to my house and fix some damages, BUT THEY DIDN'T SHOW UP, WHICH SUCKED, FUCK. If it wasn't for them, I could have gone to school and discussed about whatever there was to be discussed as Ofiellia and Syafiqah had appointed me as the Art Deco. of my class. Plus, the eye-checkup would be very useful for me, I was longing for a pair of, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Four,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the supposed-to-be-one-day checkup expanded to three weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Five, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and her friend went out to eat lunch just now and bought me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Briyani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gam's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Arghh. Of all the food in Malaysia, why rice?  I ate two breads, spread with nutella in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't blame her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, but you CAN see how my day is going right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The more I occupy myself with patience, the worse things get. Sometimes I think that it would be fun to have a P.P.P., a portable personal psychiatrist, just for fun. They hear stories &lt;strike&gt;and every type of shit&lt;/strike&gt; that comes out from anyone's mouth and say what people are expecting them to say. Feel like taking my brain to the doby, so that my brain could be brain-washed and I won't be able to remember a thing! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Look, look! I've done a survey! And it looks like my . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 620px; height: 210px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;Depression Level is&lt;br /&gt;72%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudepressedquiz/depressed-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You seem to have moderate depression. Your symptoms are bad enough that they're effecting your everyday life. You would benefit greatly from professional help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wohowwww, a little bit more, and I'll score. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Yup, I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/1779196059835303643-4754814127774091285?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/4754814127774091285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=4754814127774091285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4754814127774091285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4754814127774091285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-heartbreaking-days-of-school-had.html' title='I&apos;m a Capricorn take note.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-5400928823840608107</id><published>2008-01-02T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:18:29.481+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not even sure how to start. *Coughs* I might not be able to toy in front of the computer anymore, till the end of the year. No more online-ing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Not till PMR's over I'm not. Maybe I'll just check my emails, google things up, and perhaps blogging could be a weekly routine, but not Myspace, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skali skala dah ah.&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to, I'm not allowed to, and I'll feel guilty if I did so. Myspace is starting to bore me anyways, the reason I still have an account there is because I want to upload some pictures and communicate with people if I don't have the chance to talk to them, face to face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yahhhh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;call me whatever you want I won't bother what people are going to say about my protest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, I'm really happy. I got back from Mrs. Wong's tuition just now. We had to complete 26/29 questions of Math, lines and angles, first form 3 topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay okay, there are two sessions now, one at 4.30 pm and the other one is at 6 pm. Oh my god, most of my ex-classmates are in the second session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'm in the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;session. Alaaaaa. I saw the Kashmeer dude, what's his name again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh yeah, Sufian. And there's this new girl who I think her mother is rather friendly, she somehow looked very familiar. Fieka has decided to join as well. She just called me a few minutes ago to inform that she is going to be in the same English tuition as I am. Mrs. Wong told her about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, and why am I not surprised? YAY. I'm 100% positive that Adib and Firdaus will drool over her. Haha. They goof around most of the time like I said before, right? But if Fieka's there, they'll probably keep quiet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;control macho weii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LMAO. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ouu, I'm so excited. My next English class is on Tuesday and Thurs, 3.50 pm - 5.30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY, TILL THEN, SEE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's gonna be hard for me to say that anytime else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*waves frantically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1779196059835303643-5400928823840608107?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/5400928823840608107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=5400928823840608107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5400928823840608107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5400928823840608107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-even-sure-how-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-5706288184331737281</id><published>2007-12-27T10:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:10:14.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Shall I Die, Shall I Fly' - William Shakespeare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've just got back from English tuition. Tons of homework should be submitted by 2nd of Dec, damn! Ugh. I'm munching on the latest Tiger Biscuits, choc flavoured biscuits. While &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is her room, praying. She asked me to eat a banana, which was downstairs. My lazy arse is already glued to the chair, so I think that's not going to happen. I'll eat it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR results. Today, OH MY GOD. The thrilling begins! *drum rolls&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all form 3 students. All the best! I'm feeling nervous myself, although MY PMR is 10 months away, LOL. I gotta study hard. Cos' my year is always the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swey &lt;/span&gt;one, right? The bloody government (or whoever's changing the format)  always leaves us (form 3, batch 2008) in jeopardy. Why do they keep doing this?! You guys are not the one whose taking the bloody examination?! A little bit of consideration would be horribly enough, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;To Kak Sha, Kak Zeza,  Scott, Kak Yaya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iman,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kak Zahra, Sakeena, and my cousin Natasha.  GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;(You're gonna need that from me. Heheh). I'll bet you guys will pass with bloody rolling colours! LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Updated at 12.54 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sudden blackout shocked me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"&gt;Aisehmann,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;"&gt;terkejut siot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I was typing this post till the computer broke down. I thought it was overheated (as usual) till I found out that every electrical appliance in my house can no longer be used. Haha, the whole neighborhood was experiencing the same problem.  The blackout lasted for like, half an hour. Think so. While waiting for the blackout to last, I took loads of snapshots, outside my house. As I had just transfered the pictures from my phone to the computer before the blackout occured. My phone gallery was empty so I needed some pictures to fill it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a green apple instead of a yellow banana and went outside. Munched on it. Yuck. Not that it was rotten or anything, just that I can feel the coated juice of insecticide sprayed on it. Eww. I figured, besides stuffing myself with this poisonous fruit, let's have a little fun with it. Why not? It's my only chance to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      A PLAY BY QEYLA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Shall I Die, Shall I Fly' - William Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights, Camera, Action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Why are you disturbing me? I'm licking my fur . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6KUSENmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zWBMVjLJ6A0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6KUSENmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zWBMVjLJ6A0/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522747932194402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is that you say? You want me to eat that?&lt;br /&gt;That green not-so-delicious-looking object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6KkSENnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ENkUaCAwUJY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6KkSENnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ENkUaCAwUJY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522752227161714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Haha, and what's in it for me? I don't come cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6K0SENoI/AAAAAAAAAfc/G37NdO-SvyI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6K0SENoI/AAAAAAAAAfc/G37NdO-SvyI/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522756522129026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A fresh can of tuna? Hmm, I'll consider it. But not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6K0SENpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JM3XXnH1L40/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6K0SENpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JM3XXnH1L40/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522756522129042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Three cans of fresh tuna? Oh no, you're making me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M7WESENsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/KYImws8dT9c/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M7WESENsI/AAAAAAAAAf8/KYImws8dT9c/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148524049307285186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You really want me to eat that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6M0SENqI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iOG6hCnG-XU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6M0SENqI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iOG6hCnG-XU/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148522790881867426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Even the smell is horrid. What can you say about the taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M7V0SENrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-mBDqzBu7CE/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M7V0SENrI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-mBDqzBu7CE/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148524045012317874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Okay, okay, I'll eat it. Give me a second.  I'm saying my prayers to God.&lt;br /&gt;Although I have 8 more lives to live, I don't put much hope on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M9xESENwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kLZMXg2cO20/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M9xESENwI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kLZMXg2cO20/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148526712187008770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Don't do it John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M-3ESENxI/AAAAAAAAAgk/TfvLBnZqGZA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M-3ESENxI/AAAAAAAAAgk/TfvLBnZqGZA/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148527914777851666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Oh quiet, mother! What do you know about eating?&lt;br /&gt;You haven't eaten ever since the master bought us Friskies!&lt;br /&gt;*bites the apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M_OUSEN1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ahYg9MrQ6mE/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M_OUSEN1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/ahYg9MrQ6mE/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148528314209810258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) *coughs and spits out the apple&lt;br /&gt;What's happening? Why is my throat itching?&lt;br /&gt;*coughs again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3NADkSEN2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/vojLP6bkrQI/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3NADkSEN2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/vojLP6bkrQI/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148529229037844322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) You! You tricked me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M9wkSENuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/R2KFJQuURcs/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M9wkSENuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/R2KFJQuURcs/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148526703597074146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I never should have trusted you in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M-3ESENyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/07sVA4gVF8k/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M-3ESENyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/07sVA4gVF8k/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148527914777851682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) And now, shall I die, shall I fly.&lt;br /&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M9wkSENvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6vrUoNpZ8To/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M9wkSENvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6vrUoNpZ8To/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148526703597074162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was truly bored, then. Hope you enjoyed my 'presentation'. Thanks for the cooperation, Johnny Nagasaki (feline uncle), and Rei Nagasaki (my feline grandmother). Couldn't have done it without you guys.&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/1779196059835303643-5706288184331737281?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/5706288184331737281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=5706288184331737281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5706288184331737281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5706288184331737281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/shall-i-die-shall-i-fly-william.html' title='&apos;Shall I Die, Shall I Fly&apos; - William Shakespeare.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3M6KUSENmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zWBMVjLJ6A0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1081321923227949123</id><published>2007-12-25T20:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:07.711+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Helloo. I'm back again, to announce my current celeb crush. GREGORY SMITH. I first noticed him when I was watching Krippendorf's Tribe on Star Movies, channel 413, astro. The movie is old, it was made 8 years ago, imagine. Just got to my senses and realized that. He played  Mickey Krippendorf, a son of a professor who tried to invent a fictional tribe, when he can't find one. Wow, that's hard. He wore glasses in that movie, he's cute either way, don't mind that! Greg acted in other movies too like, Zenon; Girl of the 21st Century (just noticed that), Harriet The Spy, Small Soldiers (which I watched at 4 pm, a while ago). I was out of control, trying to figure out where the heck could I find a movie the ones Greg acted, like Kids in America, Nearing Grace, and Everwood. The movies were released years ago, there's no possible way that the movies would still be in any local CD stores. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greg! 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 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3KJhESENlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t742rPslOgA/s1600-h/normal_seventeen_nov02_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3KJhESENlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t742rPslOgA/s400/normal_seventeen_nov02_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148328525216101970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3KJOUSENgI/AAAAAAAAAec/VH1XY37bh1k/s1600-h/normal_b-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 405px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3KJOUSENgI/AAAAAAAAAec/VH1XY37bh1k/s400/normal_b-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148328203093554690" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3KJhESENkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/rTsp6jItqA8/s1600-h/normal_seventeengreg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 404px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3KJhESENkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/rTsp6jItqA8/s400/normal_seventeengreg01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148328525216101954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOVIES/SHOWS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harriet The Spy (1996)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=xQ-pvAZSKsw"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Scenes From This Movie] (1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Y05y8lrvOho"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Scenes From This Movie] (2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=G38Vng7C-_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Scenes From This Movie] (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SglUSEN7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AycS4VF1Cz0/s1600-h/co3.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SglUSEN7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AycS4VF1Cz0/s400/co3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148916836951406514" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SglkSEN8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/h5e1X7es4xU/s1600-h/co6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SglkSEN8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/h5e1X7es4xU/s400/co6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148916841246373826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SglkSEN8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/h5e1X7es4xU/s1600-h/co6.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SglkSEN9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/TzLDNcfqRWE/s1600-h/smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SglkSEN9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/TzLDNcfqRWE/s400/smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148916841246373842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Review; &lt;/span&gt;Harriet M. Welsch is a spy. But when Harriet's friends find her secret notebook the tables are turned on her.&lt;br /&gt;Can she win her friends back and still keep on going with the spy business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zenon; The Girl of 21st Century (1999)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_Hhs4gvCLe8"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Movie Clip]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SpA0SEN-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/W7dstSJprLQ/s1600-h/kirstenzenon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SpA0SEN-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/W7dstSJprLQ/s400/kirstenzenon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148926105490831330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/brethi/gz3.gif"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/brethi/gz3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/brethi/gz3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SpNUSEN_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/8c1P_LtOLQs/s1600-h/kirstendisney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3SpNUSEN_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/8c1P_LtOLQs/s400/kirstendisney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148926320239196146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Review; &lt;/span&gt;Zenon Car is a trouble-prone 13-year-old girl who, in the year 2049, lives on a space station with the rest of her family. When she runs afoul of Parker Windom, the owner of the station, Zenon is d&lt;span id="extraSynopsis" style=""&gt;etermined to be "incorrigible", and as punishment is exiled to the worst place to imagine, the planet earth. After several painful weeks of adjustment to her new surroundings, Zenon enlists the aid of her earthbound pals to return to her real home with evidence that the respectable Mr. Windom is up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Brasher (2001)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="readMoreLink"&gt;...( &lt;span class="jlink" onclick="synopsisWidget.showMore();"&gt;read more &lt;img src="http://www.flixster.com/static/images/icons/right-arrow.gif" alt="read more..." /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=N_yMPWdEaY0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;[View Scenes From This Show] (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsinamericamovie.com/_trailer/large.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Scenes F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=raVjC9M01m0"&gt;rom This Show] (3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6BsC6cSvLgw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Scenes F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rom This Show] (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vE7n8twt-vE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Scenes F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vE7n8twt-vE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;rom This Show] (5)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Review; &lt;/span&gt;The show follows a young single mother, raising two high school-age boys in Los Angeles while juggling multiple minimum-wage jobs. Masterson's character is stiffed on a paycheck and subsequently referred to a local non-profit advocacy center for help in making her employer pay up. Intrigued by the agency's cases, she winds up with a job as a case worker for them. Rhea Perlman plays a lawyer who has recently signed to the agency. Hector Elizondo will play the agency's director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids In America (2005)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidsinamericamovie.com/_trailer/large.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Trailer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HlWkSENdI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NbppLvsHdBw/s1600-h/503951%7EKids-In-America-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 417px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HlWkSENdI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NbppLvsHdBw/s400/503951%7EKids-In-America-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148148024920520146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Review; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="movie-body-text"&gt; Holden Donovan (Gregory Smith) is fed up with Principal Weller (Julie Bowen) who goes to great lengths to stop the students from exercising their right to free expression. She expels a young woman for passing out condoms and advocating safe sex on national “safe sex” day and suspends two boys who were kissing in the hallway. Meanwhile, she is running for the Superintendent of their school district, which will give her a chance to practice her brand of administration beyond Booker High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nearing Grace (2006)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nearinggracemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Trailer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HkMESENZI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ODackG5nEAw/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HkMESENZI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ODackG5nEAw/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148146745020265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HkMUSENaI/AAAAAAAAAds/TF5hmO13k_A/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HkMUSENaI/AAAAAAAAAds/TF5hmO13k_A/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148146749315233186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HkMkSENbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VHzB2Z5ylXA/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3HkMkSENbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VHzB2Z5ylXA/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148146753610200498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Nearing family seems to be dealing with the death of their mother by making every bad choice possible. Henry busies himself with the lapses in judgment available to an intelligent high school boy: falling hard for the school vixen, failing to notice the attractions of the girl next door, and allowing his existential ruminations to distract him from any actual schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everwood (2002 - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.aol.com/video-detail/everwood-season-1-trailer/3649682434"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[View Trailer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3JGI0SENeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WBJHsUW7rsQ/s1600-h/2003EverwoodLockerPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3JGI0SENeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/WBJHsUW7rsQ/s400/2003EverwoodLockerPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148254441325213154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Review;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Following the death of his wife, Dr. Andy Brown, a world-renowned neurosurgeon relocated his two children, Ephram and Delia to Everwood, Colorado to start a new life. Determined not to ever allow his career get in the way of his family ever again, Andy sets up shop as a general practitioner in the small town. Ephram, a promising pianist, is constantly at odds with his father. Soon after moving to Everwood, he falls in love with Amy Abbott, whose father happens to be the other general practitioner in town. After a year-long romance, Amy and Ephram part ways – but Ephram never gives up hope that one day they will get back together. Delia is coming into her own these days and plays the peacemaker between Andy and Ephram. She is the grounding force in this family and will one day be a force to be reckoned with.  Although they struggle with many personal and professional issues, this family has fought (literally) to make Everwood their home. They have faced their demons, made many mistakes along the way and have forever impacted the lives of the residents of Everwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Pretty much like The Oc. If you liked it, you might like this too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&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/1779196059835303643-1081321923227949123?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1081321923227949123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1081321923227949123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1081321923227949123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1081321923227949123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/greg.html' title='Greg.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3EHN0SENVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dB8bwTWMxJ8/s72-c/BFFFF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1811559632660284141</id><published>2007-12-25T20:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:07.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie Underwood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countrystarsonline.com/images/artists/2005/CarrieUnderwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 352px;" src="http://www.countrystarsonline.com/images/artists/2005/CarrieUnderwood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie, I'm beginning to like you, lucky you. LOL. Okay, I'm SO into her new song right now, "ever ever after", (Enchanted OST). This song is currently stucked in my head. The video clip, nah, not that 'original', Haha. Supposed to be the way the movie went. And it did. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's the song! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3EB1kSENMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/q0nyIDec6u0/s1600-h/image13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3EB1kSENMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/q0nyIDec6u0/s320/image13.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147897868845331650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get paid for this!&lt;br /&gt;I'm promoting Carrie Underwood for God's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FjEMmHABUE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FjEMmHABUE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;(Just in case you wanna sing this song while taking a shower).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside we want to believe they still do&lt;br /&gt;And a secret is taught, it's our favorite part of the story&lt;br /&gt;Let's just admit we all want to make it true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;If we just don't get it our own way&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;It may only be a wish away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting your fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you reach what's real just by making believe&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid, unashamed&lt;br /&gt;There is joy to be claimed in this world&lt;br /&gt;You even might wind up being glad to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Though the world will tell you it's not smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;The world can be yours if you let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Believe in ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder your heart feels it's flying&lt;br /&gt;Your head feels it's spinning&lt;br /&gt;Each happy ending's a brand new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Forever could even start today&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just one wish away&lt;br /&gt;Your ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-1811559632660284141?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1811559632660284141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1811559632660284141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1811559632660284141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1811559632660284141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/carrie-underwood.html' title='Carrie Underwood.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3EB1kSENMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/q0nyIDec6u0/s72-c/image13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-8356015525661250593</id><published>2007-12-25T17:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:08.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho.</title><content type='html'>I haven't any presents to surprise you people with but the least I could do is to wish "Merry Christmas" to all my Christian friends! May you all have a splendid Christmas this year! I'm not very certain about St. Nicholas or any Santarinas coming to town and all, but what I do know is, LOL, many of you have been naughty and nice. Hopefully, the nice-list is full! Excluding guilty prisoners. Ugh. Oh, and Hilary Duff!&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3EB10SENOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dUey6DtxDAY/s1600-h/image19.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3EB10SENOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dUey6DtxDAY/s320/image19.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147897873140298978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, year 2007 is coming to the very end. I have gone through many ups and downs, good and bad times throughout the year. And to be honest, I have many regretful pasts (compared to satisfying ones). HAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lantaklah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Merry Christimas, everyone! And have a blasting new year! WOO! Good luck to all PMR candidates, work hard! (Speak for yourself, Qeyla, shish).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-8356015525661250593?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/8356015525661250593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=8356015525661250593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8356015525661250593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8356015525661250593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3EB10SENOI/AAAAAAAAAcM/dUey6DtxDAY/s72-c/image19.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-4358815974903926063</id><published>2007-12-21T22:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:09.447+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluorescent Sticks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day of Syirin's party, I bought a box of glowing sticks, there were 50 of 'em! I don't really know what to call it you see. Hmm, I think glowing stick is good enough. If you want to make it glow, you have to break gently and let the liquid flow in order to make it glow. Wow, it rhymes, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKkSENGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1pyYHDYV-bE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKkSENGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1pyYHDYV-bE/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146451272320431202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick-a-boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKESENDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/w4q6GNfXODc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKESENDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/w4q6GNfXODc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146451263730496562" border="0" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKUSENEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Kfb2QhfsTGI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKUSENEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Kfb2QhfsTGI/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146451268025463874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2vfwUSENII/AAAAAAAAAbc/kdlHQYFwKC4/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2vfwUSENII/AAAAAAAAAbc/kdlHQYFwKC4/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146453020372120706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKUSENFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OficOwv8FFc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKkSENHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/hKHFR9CoZ3U/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKkSENHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/hKHFR9CoZ3U/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146451272320431218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They're prettttttttyyyyyy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o7cUSEMhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pOkxhlKGJOA/s1600-h/kaos-peas03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o7cUSEMhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pOkxhlKGJOA/s200/kaos-peas03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145990881891070482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-4358815974903926063?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/4358815974903926063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=4358815974903926063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4358815974903926063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4358815974903926063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/fluorescent-sticks.html' title='Fluorescent Sticks.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2veKkSENGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1pyYHDYV-bE/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-5069369737321162785</id><published>2007-12-21T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:11.474+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayang, Kyle, Hugging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to Giant the other day, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang masa pegi makan kat &lt;/span&gt;Pizza Hut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a mag, which had a cover of Kyle Patrick and Dayang hugging! Not that it bothers me or anything, I'm just wondering. Okay, so now I have something to be envy of, LOL. Since when did The Click Five meet Dayang? I didn't hear anything about that in Quickie. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2unhESEMyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Hl_GlfsAb78/s1600-h/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2uuC0SEM4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/wFjEcu4ZzZw/s1600-h/qq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 420px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2uuC0SEM4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/wFjEcu4ZzZw/s400/qq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146398362618311554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2urGkSEM0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EdI4PTcEizI/s1600-h/wr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2urGkSEM0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/EdI4PTcEizI/s400/wr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146395128507937602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2utfESEM3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/VEX3DlPDMAc/s1600-h/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2utfESEM3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/VEX3DlPDMAc/s400/we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146397748437988210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, when when did this happen?&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/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2uGHkSEMwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JYX6IwU9dpQ/s1600-h/y.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2uGHkSEMwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/JYX6IwU9dpQ/s200/y.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146354463757579010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And that's all there is, there isn't any more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Ethel Barrymore.&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/1779196059835303643-5069369737321162785?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/5069369737321162785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=5069369737321162785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5069369737321162785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5069369737321162785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/dayang-kyle-patrick-hugging.html' title='Dayang, Kyle, Hugging.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2uuC0SEM4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/wFjEcu4ZzZw/s72-c/qq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-8902998083993784463</id><published>2007-12-21T14:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:12.928+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why hello, universe. My blog's new look is making me feel content for the moment, I'm happy with it. Very. Kakty helped a lot, with the CSS and the HTML coding. "Happy? I'm giving you credit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;tuu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enough of that, let's move on to another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to the hair saloon with Rina today. Tragically, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;said no at the very last minute and that made me feel very blue. She asked me to revise Form 1 and 2 syllabuses instead of going out all the time, ( It's not that I am, I barely go out) you know how nagging mothers are like, right? Upon hearing her nagging, I quickly 'ran' downstairs and revised &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sejarah.&lt;/span&gt; Ohhh, how it bores me. I still had to, I'm flunking this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2t5rESEMoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xpWifzLMVV8/s1600-h/RR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2t5rESEMoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xpWifzLMVV8/s200/RR.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146340779991773826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns widely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina was actually going to pick me up, till I told her my bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, Aunt Zana and Rina are dropping over to sign some agreements anyway. Uu, can't wait to see how her hair's going to look like! Must be very funky. I know it's going to be that way as she brought a mag two days ago, when she was decorating the hard-cover book, (if you have no idea, scroll down to see what I'm talking about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2t1ZkSEMlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zFpPYfkV5PU/s1600-h/deff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2t1ZkSEMlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/zFpPYfkV5PU/s200/deff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146336081297551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we browsed through a website, a hairstyle make-over website. You can put your own picture and try on different hairstyles. Cool. The mag above has a website of it's own, but, you gotta pay. And it sucks when you have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Rina's Hair. Now. Cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3NtS0SEN6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/ozSYtb8D2nU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R3NtS0SEN6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/ozSYtb8D2nU/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148578969054099362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-8902998083993784463?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/8902998083993784463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=8902998083993784463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8902998083993784463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8902998083993784463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-look.html' title='New Look.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2t5rESEMoI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xpWifzLMVV8/s72-c/RR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-3170712479067870264</id><published>2007-12-20T06:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:15.331+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Aidiladha, Eid ul-Adha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*this particular post seems to be having a lot of brackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o3i0SEMQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dJB8mkOlIxI/s1600-h/onigiri_happy_hands.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o3i0SEMQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dJB8mkOlIxI/s200/onigiri_happy_hands.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145986595513708802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 40 minutes and I'll  be at the mosque, &lt;span&gt;Al-Muhajirin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(the one near my house)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to perform Eid prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my whole family to get dressed. However&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abang's &lt;/span&gt;still half dead, (asleep). Hmm, I wonder what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;has made for breakfast. She said she had made something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to the mosque, my family and  I will be going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aci Wancak's &lt;/span&gt;(Papa's Auntie) house. Then, we will proceed to Auntie Mimi's, (happens to be &lt;span&gt;one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma's &lt;/span&gt;close friend, back then in college) and lastly, Auntie Ara's (Papa's first cousin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm stirred! Kaching! LOL, jokinglah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Mimi's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6tESEMbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y4akTAUNP2Y/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6tESEMbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Y4akTAUNP2Y/s200/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145990070142251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6tUSEMcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QySP7R_BKdo/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6tUSEMcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QySP7R_BKdo/s200/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145990074437218754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6uUSEMdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/USyU5TSRqKg/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6uUSEMdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/USyU5TSRqKg/s200/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145990091617087954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6u0SEMeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hw9TlWj73yw/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6u0SEMeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hw9TlWj73yw/s200/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145990100207022562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6v0SEMfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/p0EZQUW11Uw/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o6v0SEMfI/AAAAAAAAAWU/p0EZQUW11Uw/s200/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145990117386891762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o7cUSEMgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/v4wF7ZPC-Qc/s1600-h/Img6433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o7cUSEMgI/AAAAAAAAAWc/v4wF7ZPC-Qc/s200/Img6433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145990881891070466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Ara's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1mUSEMCI/AAAAAAAAASs/wkmGSObRtHw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1mUSEMCI/AAAAAAAAASs/wkmGSObRtHw/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145984456619995170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1mkSEMDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/x9ageyAZCDA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1mkSEMDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/x9ageyAZCDA/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145984460914962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1m0SEMEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/h-2j23jRTXE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1m0SEMEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/h-2j23jRTXE/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145984465209929794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1nESEMFI/AAAAAAAAATE/wN9Htyh8eGk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1nESEMFI/AAAAAAAAATE/wN9Htyh8eGk/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145984469504897106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1nUSEMGI/AAAAAAAAATM/KMO14upO9ho/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o1nUSEMGI/AAAAAAAAATM/KMO14upO9ho/s200/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145984473799864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4ikSEMRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/egn1WCkASEI/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4ikSEMRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/egn1WCkASEI/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145987690730369298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4i0SEMSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/BGUtVIZJaDY/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4i0SEMSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/BGUtVIZJaDY/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145987695025336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4jUSEMUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BI4W8mTcXz4/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4jUSEMUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/BI4W8mTcXz4/s200/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145987703615271234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4jkSEMVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q0W4d2g446Q/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o4jkSEMVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Q0W4d2g446Q/s200/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145987707910238546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it seems that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pa &lt;/span&gt;had made some change of plans.  Due to the unsuitable wheather, we didn't go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aci Wancak's &lt;/span&gt;place&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It was raining cats and dogs,  massive traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;END.&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/1779196059835303643-3170712479067870264?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/3170712479067870264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=3170712479067870264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3170712479067870264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/3170712479067870264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/hari-raya-aidiladha-eid-ul-adha.html' title='Hari Raya Aidiladha, Eid ul-Adha.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o3i0SEMQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/dJB8mkOlIxI/s72-c/onigiri_happy_hands.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1341581517514191983</id><published>2007-12-19T21:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:16.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Spears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wanted to buy Breeze, so she made up her mind to go to Giant. Kakty and I were supposed to accompany here. She also felt sleepy, inactive, dull at the same time. Whatever happens, she needed to go, she had to. Considering the fact that tomorrow's Hari Raya Haji. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she said she was starving.  We all were starving too. Pizza Hut was the first thing that popped in her head. So Pizza Hut it was! Plus, we had to send a cake to our relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the number of cakes we were supposed to 'mail' were three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, we headed off to Pizza Hut. Stepped into the restaurant and ordered what we wanted to stuff our tummies with. There's nothing special about Pizza Hut actually.&lt;br /&gt;Translation~ there's nothing I would be eager to talk about. Unless it's Nandos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAbkSEL6I/AAAAAAAAARs/IFVEsKds56Q/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAbkSEL6I/AAAAAAAAARs/IFVEsKds56Q/s200/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145714891587596194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAb0SEL8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/42wHHPhFRbo/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAb0SEL8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/42wHHPhFRbo/s200/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145714895882563522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAcUSEL9I/AAAAAAAAASE/d4TLBJNSsz8/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAcUSEL9I/AAAAAAAAASE/d4TLBJNSsz8/s200/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145714904472498130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAcUSEL-I/AAAAAAAAASM/pEo0W2CLGTM/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAcUSEL-I/AAAAAAAAASM/pEo0W2CLGTM/s200/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145714904472498146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lCQ0SEL_I/AAAAAAAAASU/wyUEQEwQqDU/s1600-h/yy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lCQ0SEL_I/AAAAAAAAASU/wyUEQEwQqDU/s200/yy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145716905927258098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lCRESEMAI/AAAAAAAAASc/2DSW15fYfDk/s1600-h/yt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lCRESEMAI/AAAAAAAAASc/2DSW15fYfDk/s200/yt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145716910222225410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I somehow thought that Pizza Hut's soup  bowl looks pretty much like the "precious"&lt;br /&gt; dude from Lord Of The Rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAb0SEL7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/rCgFja4vA-Q/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAb0SEL7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/rCgFja4vA-Q/s200/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145714895882563506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAb0SEL7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/rCgFja4vA-Q/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bestuff.com/images/images_of_stuff/210x600/my-precious-10257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://bestuff.com/images/images_of_stuff/210x600/my-precious-10257.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then again, hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and just for the record, there's this new pizza, Mexican style. Nachos all over. Looked tasty, but no no no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You actually think that I'm gonna eat you? Huh, huh? Listen up, junk food.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, never shall I eat you! You yellow-evil-triangular-crispy-appetizing-mouthwatering-delectable-chemical! Never would I be fooled by your decoys! NEVERRRR! And the same goes to all of you guilty (yet, tasty) convenience food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, it seems that my zany self has come to town again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just got some news, from Kakty's friend, Kak Iqa, (which got THIS news from E News). It seems that Jamie Spears, a younger sibling of Britney Spears, (so obvious) is pregnant. And she's 16. GAHAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't really understand teenage celebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-1341581517514191983?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1341581517514191983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1341581517514191983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1341581517514191983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1341581517514191983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/jamie-spears.html' title='Jamie Spears.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2lAbkSEL6I/AAAAAAAAARs/IFVEsKds56Q/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-5629387003663719210</id><published>2007-12-18T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:26.295+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art is Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just got back from English Tuition. I have missed many classes, for two weeks already, including yesterday, due to my laziness plus my vacation. I was back early from Bandung; Was supposed to go right after :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; gave many sheets of papers, tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked us to complete a grammar test, then do summary.&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, grammar tests are usually in objective format and I have the mood to do it, so I didn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had done all the objective questions already, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Auntie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;asked me to do some summary exercises referring the sheets she had given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed it. Yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Auntie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;asked me to do another one, THE HORROR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o5XUSEMXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3Lvf20beE-E/s1600-h/kaos-panda23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 36px; height: 36px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o5XUSEMXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3Lvf20beE-E/s200/kaos-panda23.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145988596968468850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By this time, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;semangat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to write has dropped increasingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adib, my friend who was siting in front of me, kept on asking questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's like our class clown, goofing around whenever boredom surrounds him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Auntie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seldom gets headaches because of him, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's what she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o5XkSEMaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LRIHSD8n960/s1600-h/kaos-pinkusagi32.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o5XkSEMaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LRIHSD8n960/s200/kaos-pinkusagi32.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145988601263436194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my tuition class was over, we all went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Papa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fetched me.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived home, I took an egg mayo sandwich that was lying on the dining table and nibbled on it. Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;started to fuss about everyone in the house being untidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cleaning! Tatatadaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorted all my old books so that it would be easier for me to transfer them to my new room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papa's&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're exchanging our rooms by January. Hope so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy sorting the books, I realized that it was getting quiet upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Kakty and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;were downstairs, talking to Rina and Aunt Zana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly ran downstairs and discovered Rina and Kakty was wrapping a hard-cover book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had all these papers, multi-coloured ones. Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;There were all very delicious-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. Take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eL80SEKoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5TPtCHeT8j0/s1600-h/colorrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eL80SEKoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5TPtCHeT8j0/s200/colorrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145234976236907138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eL9ESEKqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lhnB5nyKlko/s1600-h/clr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eL9ESEKqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lhnB5nyKlko/s200/clr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145234980531874466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eL80SEKpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bCkN4V2U0tM/s1600-h/coo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eL80SEKpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bCkN4V2U0tM/s200/coo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145234976236907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eNzkSEKtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SRMNdtjLQqQ/s1600-h/dee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eNzkSEKtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SRMNdtjLQqQ/s200/dee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145237016346372818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eLYESEKnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Cs43hezmN0I/s1600-h/color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eLYESEKnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Cs43hezmN0I/s200/color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145234344876714610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eMWkSEKrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mTYMlm6zrwo/s1600-h/colorr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eMWkSEKrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mTYMlm6zrwo/s200/colorr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145235418618538674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eNokSEKsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xJO4gHYUWIM/s1600-h/rrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eNokSEKsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/xJO4gHYUWIM/s200/rrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145236827367811778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eOg0SEKuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gPjU6R2ky6w/s1600-h/fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ePKESEKwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dadYXUP5yao/s1600-h/fer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ePKESEKwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/dadYXUP5yao/s200/fer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145238502405057282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ePJ0SEKvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BBWUDtZa_wg/s1600-h/sdee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ePJ0SEKvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BBWUDtZa_wg/s200/sdee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145238498110089970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, this was the result, the one she was wrapping? Yeah, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2evzESELOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tHAkVj2DkQc/s1600-h/dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2evzESELOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tHAkVj2DkQc/s200/dew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145274391151783138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tutuuuuuu.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, Aunt Zana needed our help on decorating the pages which were inside her book, she asked me to punch some coloured papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Using these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etnUSELNI/AAAAAAAAAME/rdj7C2nDac0/s1600-h/w8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etnUSELNI/AAAAAAAAAME/rdj7C2nDac0/s200/w8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271990265064658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These were the papers that I had punched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2esv0SELEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/t4ILr5uAY6U/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2esv0SELEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/t4ILr5uAY6U/s200/w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271036782324802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eswESELFI/AAAAAAAAALE/2ear5Hsz0T0/s1600-h/w1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eswESELFI/AAAAAAAAALE/2ear5Hsz0T0/s200/w1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271041077292114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eswUSELHI/AAAAAAAAALU/pizL--zLBU4/s1600-h/w3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2eswUSELHI/AAAAAAAAALU/pizL--zLBU4/s200/w3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271045372259442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etm0SELKI/AAAAAAAAALs/q66locgk_oY/s1600-h/w5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etm0SELKI/AAAAAAAAALs/q66locgk_oY/s200/w5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271981675130018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etm0SELLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/g5GHmvkSIYY/s1600-h/w6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etm0SELLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/g5GHmvkSIYY/s200/w6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271981675130034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etnESELMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/14aVZT61pwI/s1600-h/w7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2etnESELMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/14aVZT61pwI/s200/w7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145271985970097346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I used them to decorate this book . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ebTkSEK7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9RRNU40vzLc/s1600-h/deeef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ebTkSEK7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9RRNU40vzLc/s200/deeef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145251859753348018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ebT0SEK8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jU6e5RBGB_U/s1600-h/fr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ebT0SEK8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jU6e5RBGB_U/s200/fr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145251864048315330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ebUESEK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DZO8QfPjAWM/s1600-h/ferr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2ebUESEK9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/DZO8QfPjAWM/s200/ferr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145251868343282642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edi0SEK-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TDvvcw3tAj4/s1600-h/der.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edi0SEK-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TDvvcw3tAj4/s200/der.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145254320769608674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edi0SEK_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/1wQbwWr59SE/s1600-h/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edi0SEK_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/1wQbwWr59SE/s200/we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145254320769608690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edkkSELAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_p40rCt6-GA/s1600-h/wer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edkkSELAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_p40rCt6-GA/s200/wer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145254350834379778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edw0SELDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PAXUkCbFGd4/s1600-h/juk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edw0SELDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PAXUkCbFGd4/s200/juk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145254561287777330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edlESELCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eeQycEG5yE0/s1600-h/frt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2edlESELCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eeQycEG5yE0/s200/frt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145254359424314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those are only the basics things she has, wait till you see Rina's stickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIJUSELPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QpbMdFo-pBg/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIJUSELPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QpbMdFo-pBg/s200/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145301161682939122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIJkSELQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dvYDsDy-kJA/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIJkSELQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/dvYDsDy-kJA/s200/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145301165977906434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIJ0SELRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qSozr_78M8E/s1600-h/ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIJ0SELRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qSozr_78M8E/s200/ccc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145301170272873746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIKESELSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_cEQhjOE9Do/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIKESELSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_cEQhjOE9Do/s200/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145301174567841058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIKESELTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q8v-yQNeZAw/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fIKESELTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q8v-yQNeZAw/s200/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145301174567841074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKdUSELUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rF16cZ6Hbb0/s1600-h/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKdUSELUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rF16cZ6Hbb0/s200/ddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145303704303578434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKdkSELVI/AAAAAAAAANE/a7ZV-btnG40/s1600-h/ddds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKdkSELVI/AAAAAAAAANE/a7ZV-btnG40/s200/ddds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145303708598545746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKd0SELWI/AAAAAAAAANM/ExduCUi6-QA/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKd0SELWI/AAAAAAAAANM/ExduCUi6-QA/s200/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145303712893513058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKd0SELXI/AAAAAAAAANU/gzuCICx9WOQ/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKd0SELXI/AAAAAAAAANU/gzuCICx9WOQ/s200/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145303712893513074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKeESELYI/AAAAAAAAANc/4-ltn81mVyA/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fKeESELYI/AAAAAAAAANc/4-ltn81mVyA/s200/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145303717188480386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLikSELZI/AAAAAAAAANk/8KyVSlpf21Q/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLikSELZI/AAAAAAAAANk/8KyVSlpf21Q/s200/h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145304894009519506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjESELaI/AAAAAAAAANs/civ2uyuzt0Y/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjESELaI/AAAAAAAAANs/civ2uyuzt0Y/s200/i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145304902599454114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjESELbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DKJuEB4wQRg/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjESELbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DKJuEB4wQRg/s200/j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145304902599454130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjUSELcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/n1J-dbeW7CY/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjUSELcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/n1J-dbeW7CY/s200/k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145304906894421442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjUSELdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S4k10rR-WR0/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2fLjUSELdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S4k10rR-WR0/s200/L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145304906894421458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJUSELoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TErI5c6lFxc/s1600-h/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJUSELoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TErI5c6lFxc/s200/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145514466938728066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJkSELpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qWTzgPDg-Eg/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJkSELpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qWTzgPDg-Eg/s200/n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145514471233695378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJ0SELqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Hvr8FmX83pI/s1600-h/o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJ0SELqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Hvr8FmX83pI/s200/o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145514475528662690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJ0SELrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/be1SUdncS_Q/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iKJ0SELrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/be1SUdncS_Q/s200/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145514475528662706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iVikSELtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/44adUnQHj4M/s1600-h/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iVikSELtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/44adUnQHj4M/s200/r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145526995358330578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iVi0SELuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7JriH0c6Cfs/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2iVi0SELuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/7JriH0c6Cfs/s200/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145526999653297890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's like she has a whole house full of art tools! Lucky her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said I could borrow their stuff whenever I need them, wheeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And that's all there is, there isn't any more.&lt;br /&gt;- Ethel Barrymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-5629387003663719210?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/5629387003663719210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=5629387003663719210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5629387003663719210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5629387003663719210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/art-is-fun.html' title='Art is Fun.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o5XUSEMXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/3Lvf20beE-E/s72-c/kaos-panda23.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1119184207354469828</id><published>2007-12-17T21:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:26.617+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Laptop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2jifkSELwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SJrl7WC3Itw/s1600-h/sw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2jifkSELwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SJrl7WC3Itw/s200/sw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145611606214061826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2jifUSELvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zBBTsS0uggU/s1600-h/sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2jifUSELvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zBBTsS0uggU/s200/sw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145611601919094514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2jigUSELxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WRineMzeU-w/s1600-h/sw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2jigUSELxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WRineMzeU-w/s200/sw3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145611619098963730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Rina came. Again, haha. 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat on the carpet and toyed in front of her new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Her laptop was awesome! It was pink! Stylish. Sony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keypads were amazing, I like, I like.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle bought it for her from PC Fair, at KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;She got it cheaper, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laptop's ram is 4 GB. WTH? 2 GB is enough already. Imagine 4 . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to ask my brother a favor on installing some softwares.&lt;br /&gt;(There were soooooooo many softwares in her laptop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak terkira.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And that's all there is, there isn't any more."&lt;br /&gt;- Ethel Barrymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-1119184207354469828?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1119184207354469828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1119184207354469828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1119184207354469828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1119184207354469828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-rina-came.html' title='Pink Laptop.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2jifkSELwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SJrl7WC3Itw/s72-c/sw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-4011937680437204986</id><published>2007-12-17T20:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:40:49.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomyam Noodles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 8 a.m.,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kakty, Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I went for an eye exam at Dr. Aziz's Clinic, in Chow Kit road. He's a specialist and he's really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kakty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had to register first because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had difficulties on finding a place to park her car. After that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I went in the clinic and waited for our names to be called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kakty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and soon after that it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I jumped into my sit to read the alphabets-thingy showed that I was pretty eager. Nah, I didn't feel anything extraordinary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Biasa je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The doctor chuckled and said to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kakty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, "It would be much easier if all the patients were to be like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, didn't realize I was making a total fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor examined both my eyes and said everything was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Good for me! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yatta! &lt;/span&gt;Relieved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah kan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to eat Tomyam Noodles! Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;But, I hadn't the mood to enjoy my dish as I had a gastric. Damnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home, I helplessly went to bed on the living room's sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuu, comfy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I woke up, it was already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maghrib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went upstairs and bathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And that's all there is, there isn't any more."&lt;br /&gt;- Ethel Barrymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-4011937680437204986?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/4011937680437204986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=4011937680437204986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4011937680437204986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4011937680437204986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomyam-noodles.html' title='Tomyam Noodles.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-9221283264298764563</id><published>2007-12-10T22:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:23:12.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure, Passion, Taste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dum dum dum dummmmmmm! Presenting Nandos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nandos.com/images/k_bottles_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.nandos.com/images/k_bottles_top.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nandos.com/images/k_bottles_bottom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 179px;" src="http://www.nandos.com/images/k_bottles_bottom.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At  about 8 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;tadi, Ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I went to JJ to buy school equipments; Baju kurung, and school shoes. The main purpose we went there was to buy a new belt for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Papa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As his old one was torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We walked and walked. Windowed-shopping at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of a sudden, we got hungry. Very hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first, we wanted to eat at Mr. Tapanyaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My favourite Japanese restaurant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oashi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Yummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I ate chicken breast. Not too big, quite satisfying. There were also fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took non-spicy fries as the chicken was spicy itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scared that I could not handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eh no no no, don't get the wrong perception, I eat spicy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm actually a big fan of it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give me a small bowl of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and I'll finish it right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wanna bet? Finger likin' good, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However good a particular food is, there's always some bad to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sambal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is not healthy, the condiment I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It'll make you have zits, everywhere! Ohhhh I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forgot to mention one important fact about Nandos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nandos provides you 4 sauces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a.    Garlic Sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;b.    Peri-peri Sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;c.    Hot Sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d.    Super Hot Insanity Sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahaha, as a customer, I would like to suggest the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's spicy, a bit pungent and hot. What do you expect, aiye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, I'd like to take my friends there, and we shall have a greatttt time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And that's all there is, there isn't any more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Ethel Barrymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-9221283264298764563?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/9221283264298764563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=9221283264298764563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/9221283264298764563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/9221283264298764563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/nandos.html' title='Adventure, Passion, Taste.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-2151239764868619899</id><published>2007-12-01T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:24:23.139+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, Yellow, Black and Brown Henna.</title><content type='html'>Arghhh! It's 11.03 pm already, and I'm almost done packing. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claps with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.    Toiletries, set!&lt;br /&gt;b.    4 pairs of jeans, set!&lt;br /&gt;c.    7 Long Sleeved-shirts, set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Why not type the whole list,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aiye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the house at 4.30 a.m. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, tomorrow's gonna be an exhausting day, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get a good night sleep so that I could get up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dumps everything in her hand luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my cousin Rina, dropped by, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of crosswords puzzle, prettayy challenging. I was kinda fed-up because I couldn't find plenty of words that should be highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She managed to finish a number search puzzle all by herself, she's pretty observant. Good for her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yatta!&lt;/span&gt;  (&gt;_&lt;)  While at it, Kakty, Rina and myself ate corn flakes, plain cornflakes! (W/o milk or sugar or other stuff that should be eaten with it.)  Okay okay okay okay, I'm getting really excited here.  I dyed my hair! Woohoo! XD So did Rina, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kakty&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red. The color was red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad thing of all, my hair was black.&lt;br /&gt;I waited 3 long hours to wash my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV while waiting for the henna to dissolve in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Joe Black was on HBO. So I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;Played by Brad Pitt and Claire Forlani.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nndb.com/people/370/000099073/claire-forlani-3-sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/370/000099073/claire-forlani-3-sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;                                &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.searchandgo.com/images/Brad-Pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.searchandgo.com/images/Brad-Pitt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I washed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda difficult as the henna had dried itself on my head. I was in the shower about an hour. I was unhappy because the colour didn't turn out to the way I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wipes tears on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And that's all there is, there isn't any more."&lt;br /&gt;- Ethel Barrymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-2151239764868619899?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/2151239764868619899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=2151239764868619899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/2151239764868619899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/2151239764868619899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/12/bandung-here-i-come.html' title='Red, Yellow, Black and Brown Henna.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1681685789888669036</id><published>2007-11-23T13:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:15:27.124+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.  Back. You see, every time I post something, I will do it continuously.&lt;br /&gt;But once I stop, there will be huge gap in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch. Dayyyyuuuum, I'm not supposed to. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o2mUSEMHI/AAAAAAAAATU/-tGwMWl-2PM/s1600-h/onigiri_crying.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o2mUSEMHI/AAAAAAAAATU/-tGwMWl-2PM/s200/onigiri_crying.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145985556131623026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;I was eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama's &lt;/span&gt;specials, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mee Kontong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Not that certain about the spelling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt;. All of a sudden, I realized that it was tasty. So I went 2 rounds. 2 bloooody rounds! Gosh. I should have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; do that! Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then something made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, what is it that you put in the soup that is carbohydrate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt; seems to be a bit surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, the spaghetti of course!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gasped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o2mkSEMII/AAAAAAAAATc/fp87GzLJ1ls/s1600-h/onigiri_big_eyes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o2mkSEMII/AAAAAAAAATc/fp87GzLJ1ls/s200/onigiri_big_eyes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145985560426590338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wha . . aa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"The spaghetti? The freakin spaghetti? Which I ate 2 rounds already? Oh my god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Kamar Aniah (My dad's friend, also a lawyer) was there when she saw my steaming worried plus upset expression. &lt;a border="0" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cugy.net/forums/images/smilies/uhoh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 17px; height: 17px;" src="http://www.cugy.net/forums/images/smilies/uhoh.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What's wrong with eating carbohydrate? It gives you energy, Aqilah! If you don't eat it, you will remain short. You see, reducing weight is fine, any ages will do, but when it comes to height, it's too late. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau dah pendek tak boleh tinggi dah tau?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and agreed but I was still worried, I mean come on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la, &lt;/span&gt;I didn't eat rice for like 3 days already and now I have ruined that 3 magical days of mine just by eating noodles! Which was full of carbs, isk isk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finished whatever I was eating and left the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out a piece of paper and a pen to list down all the names of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;(To-buy-presents-for list).&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this in the living room, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiba-tiba  &lt;/span&gt;Auntie Kamar Aniah called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqilah, come and sit here. "&lt;br /&gt;(Here ; The dining room, where I sat before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to draw a food chain, and write types of food in columns! OMG, I felt like a 12 year old. But, WOAH, she was pretty good with this stuff. I mean, people could live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I had to hear a 10 minutes lecture, hers plus Papa's.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My ears almost bled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Malaysians eat rice. (carbs). Aussies and Americans eat potatoes and bread, (carbs). Indians eat Attar breads, (carbs?). Saudi Arabians eat wheat and bread, (carbs). Africans eat Ka*something*something, (carbs). You see Aqilah, many counteries' capital food consist of carbohydrate ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-1681685789888669036?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1681685789888669036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1681685789888669036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1681685789888669036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1681685789888669036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/R2o2mUSEMHI/AAAAAAAAATU/-tGwMWl-2PM/s72-c/onigiri_crying.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-4427548533573476892</id><published>2007-10-14T14:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:31:31.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAMI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wahhhhhhh! All this while I heard people talking bout it, didn't realize that it would be such a realistic TV series! Thank you, Red Films. Thank you, God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses earth&lt;/span&gt;. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.projekkami.com/miniseries.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.projekkami.com/images/gigs/cd.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;AMI.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, from now onwards I gotta and I'm gonna learn to love all Red Films Productions. :)&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like it so much, you say?&lt;br /&gt;Two important factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Good acting, stiffless!&lt;br /&gt;2. Good &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;script!&lt;/span&gt; This is what matters most! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tieqqa yang kecoh-kecoh pasal Abu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And speaking of which,  Abu is the one who has extremely good acting.&lt;br /&gt;He's natural. He goes with the flow, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see him in other movies. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so I saw all the episodes already. Finished everything. Phewhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*wipes forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their gonna have a movie pretty soon;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.projekkami.com/movie.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" class="style1"&gt;&lt;span class="style8"&gt;KAMI – The Movie, a theatrical Film scheduled for 2008 release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(proof! for youuuu Non-believers, bububu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/03.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the show, cool graphics, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm one of the number one fans around here, I just HAVE to copy the link and put it on my blog. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/kami02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 108px;" src="http://www.projekkami.com/images/downloads/kami02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaa, the borders ruined the cool pictures.&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/1779196059835303643-4427548533573476892?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/4427548533573476892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=4427548533573476892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4427548533573476892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4427548533573476892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/10/kami.html' title='KAMI.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-7502561100383752430</id><published>2007-09-20T20:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:32:41.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>So There's This Baby Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A baby was born.&lt;br /&gt;Date : 19/09/07&lt;br /&gt;Time : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Around 5.00 pm or something.&lt;br /&gt;Education : Sri Hartamas.&lt;br /&gt;[We talked over, another 5 months will doo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was born by the name of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Mia'qleyashiqa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweeeeet right? God, I wish I had that name :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parents of this gifted child happens to be Meera and Radzi.&lt;br /&gt;Radzi was outstation working, and didn't even realize his wife just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Work is everything for men nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Apa punya suami nih, Radzi? Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm, buttt, Meera couldn't cope up with all the burden!&lt;br /&gt;So she hired us! All 5 of us!&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Fieka, Nadiah, Ofiellia and Syirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were good nannies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kannnn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever it is, the person who has to take the most responsibility is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;mua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness Mia' doesn't wear any diapers!&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'll have difficulties changing them! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and she doesn't eat too! She doesn't eat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't have to waste my money over baby food and stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DID told you guys about the name right? HOW we got the name?&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Her name is a combination of;&lt;br /&gt;Meera's+Radzi's+Qeyla's+Nadiah's+Syrin's+Ofiellia's+Fieka's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's kinda sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia'  has an illness you see.&lt;br /&gt;That was what made us performed surgery.&lt;br /&gt;She's okay I guess, right now.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, we'll find a way to raise you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;elok-elok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Okay, Mia'?&lt;br /&gt;Love you! Hugs and kisses from us, your nannies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-7502561100383752430?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/7502561100383752430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=7502561100383752430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7502561100383752430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7502561100383752430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-theres-this-baby-right.html' title='So There&apos;s This Baby Right?'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-7379776222261339518</id><published>2007-09-18T19:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:47:09.349+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Told them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I told my friends about the I-wanna-get-a-job-at-Baskin-Robbins thingy.&lt;br /&gt;And I dragged them along as well! Yay. Syirin had that mission also.&lt;br /&gt;But she said something about working at a phone shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ang tukang jual top-up tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fieka said that she wanted to work at a CC. But, that job might take a few risks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at late hours &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pun&lt;/span&gt;  dangerous for teens these days. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I told Nafeesa that I wanted to work there right? And she wanted to join with me too.&lt;br /&gt;(She has an SLR. She's the person I asked, "How much did it cost you to get the DLSR?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't wait about the photoshoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak sabar gileee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If only there were DLSR rentals in Malaysia. But there aren't.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks like cow-poo! Ugh. Stupid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I forgot, thrilling news today!&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Fieka and my good fellow, Izzat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tied a knot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo happy for them. Wohooo! But sad though, it seemed like just yesterday I changed her diapers, grew her up and stuff, and now they're actually together! Yipee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1779196059835303643-7379776222261339518?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/7379776222261339518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=7379776222261339518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7379776222261339518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7379776222261339518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/09/told-them.html' title='Told them.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-4644356263999629955</id><published>2007-09-16T14:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:57:42.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DSLR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the past few days, I've been thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How the hell am I going to get money at the age of 15? Next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Besides allowance of course. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gah. I've been drooling for a dslr, since - since when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? A month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.hexus.net/v2/lifestyle/news/sony/dslr/dslr-a100_18-70mm_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 153px;" src="http://img.hexus.net/v2/lifestyle/news/sony/dslr/dslr-a100_18-70mm_c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it! I want it! I want it! I want itttttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;Just think of all the photos I can capture with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Waaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, doubt my mom will buy it for me; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As I had just bought something else, which I think is better off without! Ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm, got some info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A DSLR costs around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, my estimation is most likely around RM 3200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Money left in my piggy bank = None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babygiftstation.com/photos/BA-1048-2T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://www.babygiftstation.com/photos/BA-1048-2T.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh noes, it's empty! " i said, when all I found in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tabung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a few researches and found some sources of where I could get money.&lt;br /&gt;(For next year, like I said before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moodymommy.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/maggiestanding.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 127px;" src="http://moodymommy.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/maggiestanding.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.kansas.com/weblog/images/diaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 111px;" src="http://blogs.kansas.com/weblog/images/diaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildmanstevebrill.com/JPEG%27S/Clipart/MilkCarton.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 129px;" src="http://www.wildmanstevebrill.com/JPEG%27S/Clipart/MilkCarton.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.    Selling books, and unwanted kiddies stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.engineersedge.com/catalog/images/books.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 151px;" src="http://www.engineersedge.com/catalog/images/books.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blank, then.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked help from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kakty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and Shabubu.&lt;br /&gt;But, she was no help, and Shabubu either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu yang sedih tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ended up calling Tieqqa and she gave me happy results! Wohooo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She said that a girl, 15,  got a job at Baskin Robbins while waiting for her PMR results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(She read it somewhere in seventeen magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://baskinrobbins.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.wbir.com/life/advertorial/holidayguide/images/spash_graphics/baskin-robbins-bigheader.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Click to find out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guarantee, working there would sure make me gain lots of weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which is bad news for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh wait, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just guessing, just guessing, if  I get RM 50 per hour,&lt;br /&gt;That would make me end up with RM 400 a day, (still, just guessing)&lt;br /&gt;And RM 400 would make me have RM 3200 in a week!&lt;br /&gt;A week and a day actually. 8 days, correct?&lt;br /&gt;And RM 3200 will; OMG. OMG, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSLR = RM 3200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means?&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, some fantasy I have there, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'll give it a shot anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;It's worth a try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bon Voyage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-4644356263999629955?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/4644356263999629955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=4644356263999629955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4644356263999629955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4644356263999629955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/09/dslr.html' title='DSLR.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-4217326592003825192</id><published>2007-09-15T12:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:14:54.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Fasting month. A month of hunger. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not today though, today's the third day.&lt;br /&gt;Awh man, I should've posted this thing two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;That will be even more thrilling! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I overslept till 9 a.m. a while ago after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sahur, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ate 2 sandwiches and 2 bowls of corn flakes!&lt;br /&gt;(After my sis bought a huge box of 'em)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed them, really! They're yummy you know?&lt;br /&gt;Yet, kinda tasteless. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else to say?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, currently online-ing Myspace, as I have no better things to do besides Math. :P&lt;br /&gt;Ya' know, Maths these days, they're kinda though!&lt;br /&gt;Especially grade 8th's Maths.&lt;br /&gt;And when it's though, I spend most of my time figuring out solutions&lt;br /&gt;to the problems!&lt;br /&gt;And when that happens, I stay up late, causing my eye bags to become more obvious, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I mentioned that I overslept right?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, there's a reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamnt of the same dream, thrice.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, felt sleepy, got back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And find that repeatations of dreams are pretty disturbing. Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;What do ya' expect when you keep dreaming of a bloody salted fish who keeps eating food which are not likely theirs like breads, and crabs?! I mean, seriously! Ugh. :[&lt;br /&gt;And there were these scarecrows that ate people, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So so unlogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tump, tump, tump.&lt;br /&gt;Sis's going up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Arrived. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terus dunia tak aman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heard something like she said,&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, what'd you say if- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, where's your phone-"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh jap, takda pun Ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like,&lt;br /&gt;"Charging."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's like,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, charging!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is history. :)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they talked about.&lt;br /&gt;NOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. I'm off, hands are getting numb.&lt;br /&gt;Tata. Back in a month &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Can't be serious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-4217326592003825192?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/4217326592003825192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=4217326592003825192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4217326592003825192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/4217326592003825192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-fasting-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-7191238614134577757</id><published>2007-07-08T20:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:51:58.322+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Wedding. Nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good, now that I've expressed my feelings, It's time I tell you what I really did yesterday. A wedding. I went to a wedding. A really grand one like what I stated in my title. Hee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Auntie Atek's daughter, Syazwani, got married. And my mother was one of the little helpers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; wait, she has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a daughter. The rest are boys. HAHA. Lol. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Che Mek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not really certain how to spell it actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lantaklahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; He's the younger brother of Syazwani. My sister's badge. 20. He bumped into my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard them talking, and he was like,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm taking animation, and you, Zaty? Law right?"&lt;br /&gt;and my sis was like,&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, no! You actually thought I'm taking law? My brother is! Zafran!&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking A'levels lah. Gonna be a teacher imagine that!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they laughed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has really long hair, I mean, longer than any usual guys do. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw Pinky, Illiani, Azreen, and Tasneem as well.&lt;br /&gt;They looked so different. :)&lt;br /&gt;Prettier I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and the bride! Wah, she looked really stunning. Stunning I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and the house, couldn't even describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I went yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays, love 'em. Sundays, hate 'em. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess that's it for today. I've babbled a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Tata readers, and comment please? Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779196059835303643-7191238614134577757?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/7191238614134577757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=7191238614134577757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7191238614134577757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/7191238614134577757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/07/grand-wedding-nice.html' title='Grand Wedding. Nice.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-8415194344612354841</id><published>2007-07-01T13:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:06:47.199+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy. Full of Joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Last Sunday, my friends and I went to Sunway Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it was so much fun I tell you, even only 3 people came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Syahidah, Athirah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Syieda actually invited a lot of people, but many could not make it.&lt;br /&gt;And that sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;It's like another dimension out there, filled with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;extreme rides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cool&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I rid almost everything, every single thing. Except for one ride which looked freaking scary. It looks like a ball, the sits are meant for two people. The ropes were everywhere, everywhere! I wouldn't ride it even for a million bugs. Or maybe I would. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;D I might not have the time to spend it, as I'll be in heaven. Or the hospital. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syieda insisted me to ride it. And I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thought;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Why the hell should I risk my life?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm only little still and I'm to young to die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Or else she'll call me a bloody chick-en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Later, We went to the wetland. God, huge place. Swimming pools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sana-sini. &lt;/span&gt;Well, let's just say, we're girls. We did what we're supposed to. We pretty much did our job? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And the results were;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)    Arabian.&lt;br /&gt;b)    Red Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 102);"&gt;c)   The Peace Dude. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d)    Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. We're so clever. Forgive us. Forgive us.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't help &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usha-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After that, we decided to eat. Very hungry by that time. Syieda's dad bought us french fries.&lt;br /&gt;And we dug in. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lapit perut je kan. &lt;/span&gt;We went to Leka-Leka. Ordered what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;And went in a mag store while waiting for the food to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARADISE. MAG STORE, ALERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flicked throguh a few mags and bought some, (Syieda lended me some money as I was short of 'em). Oh, a a click-it pencil as well. There's a strawberry on top of it, how cute. Anyway, ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomyam&lt;/span&gt;. Not that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomyam-ish! &lt;/span&gt;I won't reckon it sorry you guys, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat &lt;/span&gt;bankrupt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;je. &lt;/span&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We stopped by Syieda's house while waiting for Thiera's mom to pick Thiera and I up. We were at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tanjong Rambutan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gila lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We sung and danced like a couple of baboons. No, not bafoons, baboons.  And Syieda recorded it. Hopefully no one sees it. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;*Bites her fingernails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Overall, I had a great time. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks for the memories even though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;great.&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ans there's all there is, there isn't anymore."&lt;br /&gt;- Etherl Barrymore.&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/1779196059835303643-8415194344612354841?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/8415194344612354841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=8415194344612354841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8415194344612354841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/8415194344612354841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/07/joy-full-of-joy.html' title='Joy. Full of Joy.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-6777085891357853659</id><published>2007-02-13T18:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:43:45.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Amigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't write what happened yesterday as i was unable to sign into my account. Forgot my password! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright,  here goes. There's a new girl in my class. Afiqah Syazni. Her voice is soo soft. You can barely hear what she's saying. She has very fair skin, and she wears glasses. She looks cute with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I recommended her to my friend, a boy of course. Haha, he looked interested. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END! &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/1779196059835303643-6777085891357853659?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/6777085891357853659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=6777085891357853659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6777085891357853659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/6777085891357853659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-amigo.html' title='New Amigo.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-5632363474490773330</id><published>2007-02-11T20:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:04:41.642+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing Blood. Oh Noes!</title><content type='html'>Oh hello. Yes, I'm back with some chips. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got cut with a razor, on my finger! Ouch, it hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was all busy arranging things in my drawer and didn't  realize that a cellotape holder was lying on top of my desk! The way it sounded, was pretty much like this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;screeecccch. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got cut once, before this, with a blade. A rusting one. The same finger too. Only on the left hand. I was rushed to the nearest clinic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Klinik Idzham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The doctor had to give me an injection to prevent me from having &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kancing Gigi.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what's the english word for this disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when your upper teeth is attached to the bottom ones. And you can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's very awful as in can cause death you see.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well this makes it twice then. (The just got cut part.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gah! I put some antiseptic already. It will heal off easily now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more for tomorrow!&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/1779196059835303643-5632363474490773330?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/5632363474490773330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=5632363474490773330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5632363474490773330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/5632363474490773330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/02/flowing-blood-oh-noes.html' title='Flowing Blood. Oh Noes!'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779196059835303643.post-1454177172015796116</id><published>2007-02-11T17:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:00:11.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Greetings to the people who are reading this right now. This is my first post.&lt;br /&gt;Just did it a few seconds ago,  and i like it pretty much. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now,  I will tell you a bit of where i went an hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My little cousin's son, Faris, 6 years old,  was selected into a TV programme called "Macam-Macam Aznil". He was in the "Kantoi" section, where his reactions towards a few pieces of salty doughnuts was caught on camera (hidden). Rather exciting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was funny when I saw him on the studio's screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;He said it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sedap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;From where i come from, it means delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He was given a few more pieces, but he refused to take  any of them by saying he was stuffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kononnya lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's one good way to avoid hurting anyone, yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL. His face was hillarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But, he ended up admitting the doughnuts were damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;masam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When there were actually salty!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After the Kantoi section, he was asked to go on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aznil asked him, "Kenapa tak suka donat tu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Faris replied, "Donat tu masin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aznil asked again, "La, kata masam!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Faris said, "Tak..Masa tu kite tak tawu macam mane nak cakap!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aznil said, "Kenapa Umi tak cakap masin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Faris said, "Sebab - sebab - Orang tu bagi Umi kite yang tak masin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how the conversation went, more or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The audience laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Later he went off stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, that's my activity for today. It was really fun to go there as it was my first time at a recording studio. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cool gile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; But, it was a bit different from what I usually see in the television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alrite, gotta go eat some chips, be right back with a new topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1779196059835303643-1454177172015796116?l=coco-plushie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/feeds/1454177172015796116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1779196059835303643&amp;postID=1454177172015796116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1454177172015796116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779196059835303643/posts/default/1454177172015796116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coco-plushie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-world.html' title='Hello, world.'/><author><name>Qeys.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15566895579719410553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdbdEQm3jB8/TQsTYT4-qPI/AAAAAAAABS4/zbiD8OhqJCs/S220/qeys.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
