<?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-4517264905530484356</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:07:08.582-07:00</updated><category term='party'/><category term='moody'/><category term='fun'/><category term='blanked'/><category term='tension'/><category term='positive'/><category term='great expectation'/><category term='apology'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>cookiesandsuch</title><subtitle type='html'>fun,witty yet sweet!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>finally i knew it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry for everybody who 'tersinggung' with my words.i use this Malay phrase just incase there are people out there cannot define more on my words.i believe in tolerance and i try to do it in my writing.thank you for everybody who have been really helpful on being my personal advisor in order to improve my attitude.i knew sometimes i just blurted out my words without considering my colleagues' feeling.and i'm really sorry for that.if u have the anger, just tell me.if u are sick of my attitude, just let me know.i'm ready to improve.i'm going to be a grown up and i have to act rationally if someone has that bitter feeling over my words.i will be rational no matter how ridiculous my words are.i'll take that guilt totally on me.i'm not an angel and i've been the complete human being for the last 20 years but still, there are not enough rooms for me to change.as time goes by, i have already matured to consider my attitude problem with different approach.and i'll improve for the sake of my friendship.i will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-7351053777862862645?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7351053777862862645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-i-knew-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/7351053777862862645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/7351053777862862645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-i-knew-it.html' title='finally i knew it'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-5730788665731054221</id><published>2009-10-02T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:50:29.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>i'm moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sick of it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sick of my mood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm moody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm very moody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have tried to change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for million times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but failed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's still the same,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who has the cure?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only God will tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm praying for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and still hoping for the medicine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopefully there's one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-5730788665731054221?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5730788665731054221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-moody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/5730788665731054221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/5730788665731054221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-moody.html' title='i&apos;m moody'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-766759005352813685</id><published>2009-09-11T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:32:58.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>birthday,mercun and seaweed</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380448278048689602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsxM7l0TcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uoRkMuiEQYI/s400/100_1568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We’ve been celebrating a really over-the-top birthday bash recently at Teluk Cempedak. Because it’s Farah and Faizah’s birthday!! We went gaga all over the night! The girls-only allowed party went so smooth to make the birthday girls surprised! Special thanks go for the ‘Jelitas Crew’ to make the party succeed. You rock girls! Check out the exclusive photos courtesy of the blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqss49g6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jY4XTzpGOdk/s1600-h/100_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380443536921081218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqss49g6NYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jY4XTzpGOdk/s400/100_1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mai,Nor,Ada and Iqa were busy preparing for the bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsr-NqliDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ry5q3tDvgbo/s1600-h/100_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380442527644354610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsr-NqliDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ry5q3tDvgbo/s400/100_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We kept our lips tight before the cake arrives.So,we entertained the birthday girls with some chit-chatting to keep them unnoticed.What's up with Noor and Kina back there?Joget lambak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsk8bYA39I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wtg_JOTyk28/s1600-h/100_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380434800383418322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsk8bYA39I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wtg_JOTyk28/s400/100_1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally,the moment arrived.Surprise!!We were thrilled to surprise the birthday girls.We planned every single thing to make sure the girls will suffer the heart attack.Just look at Farah for bukti.Woho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsjaap6zyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r0S1HvN5Ak0/s1600-h/100_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380433116562902818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsjaap6zyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r0S1HvN5Ak0/s400/100_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake bought at Sungai Wang bakery. The cheapest we could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsie0AyG5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rap2mVnWzmc/s1600-h/100_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380432092577536914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsie0AyG5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rap2mVnWzmc/s400/100_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally the birthday girls blowed the candles. Hey,where’s the wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsf76RepSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qcW8iuF8_Ew/s1600-h/100_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380429293939500322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsf76RepSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qcW8iuF8_Ew/s400/100_1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at Asyiq Jo!! She was conquering the photo.Dasar wataniah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqserU_40hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IU4AOqeJjGo/s1600-h/100_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427909544071698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqserU_40hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IU4AOqeJjGo/s400/100_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No need Secret Recipe.The only word to describe Sungai Wang's cake.Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsd6EoTZqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MRxXqOM9vNA/s1600-h/100_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380427063336593058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsd6EoTZqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MRxXqOM9vNA/s400/100_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's playtime. Mercun and Bunga Api bought by Asyiq Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsb9dA12kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9LfyqKUylV0/s1600-h/100_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380424922398317122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sqsb9dA12kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9LfyqKUylV0/s400/100_1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun!! They were trying to lighten up their bunga api using my burned bunga api. Caya lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsbhtKmJKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7MYwcFMVFA0/s1600-h/100_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380424445697860770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsbhtKmJKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7MYwcFMVFA0/s400/100_1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preparing for the mercun 'thunder cat' to take off.Posing la dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsawZV9STI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Jln3QkLaUbc/s1600-h/100_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380423598563215666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsawZV9STI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Jln3QkLaUbc/s400/100_1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Packing up before going back. Look at the blogger’s hair. Gune jari pun tak boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsaQ20DlgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6YvYEg_ez4s/s1600-h/100_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380423056718272002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsaQ20DlgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6YvYEg_ez4s/s400/100_1669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Gossip Girls a.k.a Oh!Bulan Crew strike a limited special nasyid pose. Just for geng Ustazahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380421674654076658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsZAaORjvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/arWc5kSQ3fY/s320/100_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsYYtyOmaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NemxMa4rv10/s1600-h/100_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our cool driver, Farah. Walaupun sesat sampai Bukit Goh, she was still cool enough to handle it. Asyiq la ni.Confident sangat nak ikut shortcut.Sorry Asyiq. You’re not qualified to be the road conducter. You were just born for Wataniah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsXo3g1h5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lcu2Om_y1Ko/s1600-h/100_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380420170688071570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsXo3g1h5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/lcu2Om_y1Ko/s400/100_1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, at the back seat.I was trying so hard to put my seaweed hair back on their place and Kina candidly took the photo. Kejamnye die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsXIZ8fqZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7Kdz_xhxFhw/s1600-h/100_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380419612995201426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsXIZ8fqZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7Kdz_xhxFhw/s400/100_1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the seaweed!!God!!I’m stucked. Kina!!Turn off the camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsWjodnj2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0hJeg-U3Qs4/s1600-h/100_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380418981237067618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsWjodnj2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0hJeg-U3Qs4/s400/100_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeh !!! Finally, I managed to comb back my seaweed hair to stay back on their original places. Time to pose!!!Happy for the party and ready for the assignment back at UMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-766759005352813685?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/766759005352813685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SqsxM7l0TcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uoRkMuiEQYI/s72-c/100_1568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-4471225899674232395</id><published>2009-09-08T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:23:54.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><title type='text'>i'm not angry (saya tak marah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm very sorry if my last post causes quite a stir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;basically, it was just my sincere opinion and i didn't really mean to hurt anybody especially if it involves someone that is highly-respectful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm very sorry for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i portrayed every single word carefully and maybe other people understood them in a wrong way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i should write in Malay to picture the whole thing correctly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to make people more understand on what i'm trying to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'saya minta maaf'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will try to write in our mother-tounge language after this to avoid this thing happens again.deep down, i didn't blame anybody for this.trust me.if you find my words were distracting, this is my apology to you.i'll take back my words and i will never write something like that again.if my blog annoys you, i'm very sorry.i didn't expect that, one particular unexpected people will visit my blog.let alone to read it.i'm too surprised about that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe syazwan nizam understands more about my last post.he knows me best.and maybe i should not write about that.maybe i should not give my indirect opinion regarding the whole situation.maybe i should not make that matter complicated. most importantly, i'm not angry at all about what has happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'saya tak terasa hati dan tak marah'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously i'm ok with all the attention.don't misunderstood me.i will feel the guilt right on my head if you think, i'm angry.like what i've said, people may understand it in wrong way.i don't have any cruel intention to combat anybody.and trust me,i didn't intend to point out my anger on anybody.and for one last time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'je suis desolee' (saya minta maaf).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-4471225899674232395?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4471225899674232395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-angry-saya-tak-marah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4471225899674232395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4471225899674232395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-angry-saya-tak-marah.html' title='i&apos;m not angry (saya tak marah)'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-8763074075437552645</id><published>2009-08-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:18:46.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great expectation'/><title type='text'>to sir with love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blushing when writing this.&lt;br /&gt;i personally thank him because reminded me more than twice to go through all the questions before i repeat the same silly mistakes again and again.well, you know what i mean.even if, i was so nervous to answer the quiz that time, but the relieve was at me when i managed to flip onto the other page.of course, i thank him again.&lt;br /&gt;if not,surely i'll be the laughing material for the next class.and of course,being the clown to be laughed at again and again.at first, i'm not used to it.but, eventually i started to fit into the ambience for being the crowd-puller.and it's because of him.&lt;br /&gt;of course, deep down i'm embarassed if my name is mentioned in class because i'm a very not- so-popular and famous student to be mentioned.the pride is at me actually.and i don't take it, just for my laughing material but i take it as my indirect source of paradigm uplift.i do feel that, i have to do something for not being the clown in class.and of course,i have to prove that, there's something i can do to take the pride of being clown, to the pride of getting significant.it took me quite a lot of sacrifices to transform myself from zero to hero.God,it’s not easy to do something completely out of the norm.i once took one step to be different.i was getting my hair tied in a ponytail just for few days(God!have done it and embarassed by him again,because participated in Jangan Lupa Lirik in one particular day.will never do it again), wish to get great marks,wear wedges and kebaya and there i'll go.sounds like a desperado, but sincerely if i have the chance,i'll do it.hopefully,i will turn out to be drop-dead gorgeous if i really do it.do you think i dare to do it?no laa.never.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i'm mad in some sort of way.but, it's just that i'm embarrassed in his class.considering myself as a 20 -year-old student, i should say that, i'm totally embarrassed if i get excessive exposure to my surrounding.i don't know how to explain it in my own words.to make it simpler, it sounds like this.maybe because, i'm just a plain student and there's nothing so special about myself that drives people in curiosity.and that correctly explains why i should feel peculiar about instant fame.but i think, everybody knows it.it's true that i still managed to laugh to death and still focusing in his class.but, deep down,i'm still not used to be the centre of attention.with my freezy hair like seaweed and lanky proportion,i don't feel the need to get noticed.let just my other famous friends have them.let them have it.there's so much to say about this.but, i just want to share some of my thoughts regarding this.and still, i don't get the idea why i should be in the centre of attention.i'm just an average jane with little pennies in my pocket.i can't sing like a songbird,i'm not pretty like Cinderella and i'm not as genius as ayam tambatan.but, afterall, i love to be in his class.and because of his originality in his words and the acting drama he done to make me understand about the whole complex subject, it makes me feel more to respect him.there's nothing i can say for not to like him.how can i say no to someone who did the whole dance routine and amusing facial expression over there just to make sure i'm not blur with the Hibbeler?i completely respect you.and i'm not angry with you at all.that's my ultimate promise.i love all your jokes and you are just one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to sir, with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-8763074075437552645?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8763074075437552645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-sir-with-love_26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/8763074075437552645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/8763074075437552645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-sir-with-love_26.html' title='to sir with love.'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-4429101445194035649</id><published>2009-07-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:09:55.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blanked'/><title type='text'>the day i forgot to flip on to the other page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was really in a devastating moment when i realized that i made a really silly mistake during the Theory of Structure quiz.i thought i've answered all the questions but instead, i wasn't.i didn't intend to do it let alone to live the last question blanked.did u know what in the world i'm talking about?in that exact time,i was really nervous plus trembling all over my body.the pressure came close to my head and everything seems so wrong.the last thing i knew was that,i didn't turn to the back page to answer the last question.really clever of me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when the lecturer shouted,"you got 4 minutes to go!" i was in a complete amazement.i only realized that,there was one question to be completed!God!what was i supposed to do?in the very few minutes, i didn't have any choices but working hard to do the all the FBD,unknown forces,the cutting stuff in that LAST question.but u know what?i only managed to just sketch the FBD.and the rest was history..could u ever imagine how dissapointed i was that time?could you ever imagine how devastated i am?if u put yourself in my shoes, u will definitely feel the true emotion.i promise.additionally, today, my name was mentioned as the person to have low mark in that quiz witnessed by my own friends.did u know how i feel?i felt like crying+screaming+fainting and everything.God.i was in complete mess this morning.i couldn't picture the whole explanation from my lecturer that time.the whole lecture seems so empty.i was so sorry for that.how depress i was that time.i'm so sorry for the lecturer.i don't have to mention his name because i knew that was my fault to live the last question blanked.and i was blanked for not completing it.i'm blanked all over my medula oblongata for the aftermath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it was because of this silly one step,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not flipping on to the other page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-4429101445194035649?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4429101445194035649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-i-forgot-to-flip-on-to-other-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4429101445194035649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4429101445194035649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-i-forgot-to-flip-on-to-other-page.html' title='the day i forgot to flip on to the other page'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-7874408449659105990</id><published>2009-04-12T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:09:43.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you farahiyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i dedicate special thanks to my dearest friend,miss farahiayah(pronounced as farahiyah) for being my perfect life's coach.kudos to you my friend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup.she really indeed bring me into positive atmosphere.did i tell u you that i actually had a really tumultous+exhausted+worst  days in my life recently?i was like giving up in whatever i do.because i'm a human being.and being tangled in problems is a complete outrageous thing to have.i do learn something new from her.a true friend doesn't mean she's always mine.mine you:true friend.and i'm actually in the middle of happiness because i can move on to another phase of my life without enduring the fungus of friendship.being happy isn't all about having a lot of money,being beautiful or famous itself.i enjoy it in my own way.it's ok if i just have little pennies in my pocket,i wear plain clothes to class,use a very cheap and classic mobile phone.but as long as i'm happy being myself,than it's a bless.do we really need something bold to make statement among our friends?i don't think so.i have my own circle of friends and family who always supporting me in whatever i do.i do share secret with them though.and i have farahiayah,oops.farahiyah to share everything that i desperately wanted to tell.time passes so fast that i don't realize that i actually went through these all mind-blowing moments without my so-called best friends!so,that's an achievement that i have without i ever realize it!if i can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn back the time,i wanna shout out loud this phrase:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't 'hadap' with all your b*,g***,l**** and blah,blah,blah.don't be so arrogant in what you have.we are just the same.all i need is your down-to-earth,sweet and demeanour attitude that u have back then.do i ever regret losing you?no way.all i need from you just this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D.I.G.N.I.T.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-7874408449659105990?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7874408449659105990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-farahiyah.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/7874408449659105990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/7874408449659105990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-farahiyah.html' title='thank you farahiyah'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-7216033390170183144</id><published>2009-04-11T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T06:07:53.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to you mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SeCTqiyiJMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2G01DAp1XFU/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323417118654473410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SeCTqiyiJMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2G01DAp1XFU/s400/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to you ibu!!bonne anniversaire pour ma mere!today is so wonderful.the bird and the sunrise is showing every here and there.because it's your birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what should i give you as a present?coz you just deserve more than a Chanel handbag!you are so precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will always support you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventhough we are always being faraway with each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the backbone of my success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will never ever achieve my dream without you at my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so proud to have you as my mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you show me when i was young just how to grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you show me everything that i should know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz mom u always were my perfect fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to have you in this world,is a total bless from God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to you!&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' 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mama!'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SeCTqiyiJMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2G01DAp1XFU/s72-c/Image041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-1629558225058855082</id><published>2009-04-10T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:26:54.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is him.the gallery of mr syazwan nizam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sd9We3LMUDI/AAAAAAAAADI/ucbkse1kfVU/s1600-h/DSC01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323068372782174258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sd9We3LMUDI/AAAAAAAAADI/ucbkse1kfVU/s400/DSC01498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  hmm.getting smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sd9VLGgz8oI/AAAAAAAAADA/F_SN7sgRsl8/s1600-h/PA180030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323066933790372482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sd9VLGgz8oI/AAAAAAAAADA/F_SN7sgRsl8/s400/PA180030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               oopss!he did it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sd9UpHeaTTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-91YkiiKkrc/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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/&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/4517264905530484356-1629558225058855082?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1629558225058855082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-himthe-gallery-of-mr-syazwan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/1629558225058855082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/1629558225058855082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-himthe-gallery-of-mr-syazwan.html' title='this is him.the gallery of mr syazwan nizam'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/Sd9We3LMUDI/AAAAAAAAADI/ucbkse1kfVU/s72-c/DSC01498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-4679389800691639193</id><published>2009-04-08T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:40:53.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>syazwan jj nizam desperado!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>this particular guy has actually leaked out the story!!!i DIDN'T intend to take mr aidil or aidir or aidi or wutsoever laptop.he included the photos of me bringing out and about the huge plus heavy laptop for the proof.what a really 'kind' thing to do.i thought it's fara's, kak ayu's or most probably mr syazwan jj nizam desperado's laptop.so i just took it with full confidence.and i was like so annoyed when i knew the truth!pheww!what a completely outta mind things to do.i don't care if it's other people's laptop.but it's his!one thing for me to learn.don't be so confident in helping others.don't be good in everything.unless you are so sure in what you are doing.and i'm the one who just experienced it.the aftermath:being the clown to be laughed at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING:you are so creative Syazwan Desperado.thank you for the publicity.i'll pay the revenge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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desperado!!!!!!!'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-6829736553781112830</id><published>2009-04-05T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:16:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell blogger!</title><content type='html'>i don't say that i will stop blogging.it's just that i have to slow down my confession-writing in my own blog because i'll be getting so busy for my final exam.and i do hope that i will continue writing in my blog.it was such a very long  journey  during  this semester since i am blogging.and i enjoy every inch of it.i love to write something and share it with others.a huge step that i've taken so far= to write and share with others at the same time.so,till i meet u guys in the same class next semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au-revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-6829736553781112830?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6829736553781112830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/6829736553781112830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/6829736553781112830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/farewell-blogger.html' title='farewell blogger!'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-6896623875715302669</id><published>2009-04-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:06:44.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm nervous.am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tonight, i''l be counting just for the very few hours for my english presentation.and of course.it's hard for me to sleep.i'll be dropped-dead sleeping with my one eyes opened!yup.i'm an over-the -top nervous kinda people.i don't know why this kind of attitude emerged suddenly within me.i've watched Maid in Manhattan movie.and i've learned something new+interesting fact in that film.In one scene,the actor, Ralph Fiennes was asked by J.Lo's son to grip a steel clipper when he was about to give a speech. Because in that particular time,he was nervous all over the place to give his scripted spech in front of his voters.He was NY Governor in that story.And he was so nervous that time until he needs something to losen his nervousness.And the simple thing to do for him is to grip the clipper.And I remembered, while watching the movie,I was babbling for many times about, does it work on him?Does that method really work on anybody?i've tried to do the same thing.i mean to tight-gripping the clipper.but,i don't really have the heart to do it because i don't believe it!is it a fact or myth?i don't know.maybe I should try it tomorrow.seriously, i'm thinking on how well i'm gonna perform in front of everybody.i just feel that am i looking great tomorrow?will a huge pimple will grow on my nose?can i remember all the facts and bombastic words i just memorized?God help me.ok2.maybe i shan't think too much about it because it driving me nuts!hopefully, i'm doing great and everybody will enjoy it.i'm ready for it.and good luck to you guys too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;chow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-6896623875715302669?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6896623875715302669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-nervousam-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/6896623875715302669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/6896623875715302669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-nervousam-i.html' title='i&apos;m nervous.am i?'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-594592021579213333</id><published>2009-04-02T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:13:44.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mazlina said:take your bath early.i replied:hissh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have learned one new thing from my dearest friend, mazlina a.k.a maz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to take my shower earlier.it's hard to get rid of my habit.i'm a tough cookie.i love to take bath so late in midnight.i have heard so many stories because of this habit.mystically and reality.but i just don't wanna change.i just feel very fresh after midnight bathing.whether i'm at home or hostel, i just love to do this thing.my parents and friends kept babbling to me million times because of my peculiar habit.but no change that i make so far.so i am hoping that i'll change a lil bit.maybe i'll take my bath at 7 or 8.that's the earliest that i can make.i will start it today.hopefully i will maintain that.but i have my own reason.my life is complete after i took my late night shower.because i will feel freshier than before.and i was like being an energetic-transformed kinda human after that.i don't have any idea of why i just love to do the midnight bathing.i don't jog or exercise in the evening.and i don't perspirate.is that because of my biological flow that i inherit from my ancestor?is there a word 'midnight bathing gene' has ever exist is this world?i don't know.can anyone explain it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span 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title='mazlina said:take your bath early.i replied:hissh'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-7886084326053770260</id><published>2009-04-02T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:17:19.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't hate you Shazwan Nizam.we are still friends?aren't we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;first of all,i would like to make a big apology to everyone especially for the person i just stated his name(up there).and i know we are heading for a very big day after this.i mean the final examination.and i've done so many mistakes and several missteps in my life for this semester.especially towards my friends.for Shazwan Nizam,thanks a million for giving us a cooperation after we 'basuh' u.it's a lie if i tell u i don't feel guilty after making those 'blog' and and calling u the nicknames.it's just that,in that particular moment,i was just so sick for those tests,quizzes,assignments,lack of sleep and etc.and i just want to say,i'm still good at heart even my face is a total stiff.i made headline because of getting angry to you.and people around me keep guessing who's that 'lucky' guy to be stated in my blog.but afterall,you are my friend.you are always be till the end of time.your jokes,singing and other unknown reasons stuf that u made,created the whole funny moment.and i enjoy that.and i would like to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'M SORRY.if this matters you,this matters most to me.if there's no surveying subject, maybe this kind of drama will never exist.but, i'll be missing the site,the suffer we encountered to complete the task and the whole complete moment.it taught me to be stronger than ever.and for the drama that i've created,it's a thing that i don't really wanna do.i don't mean it to be happened.things came naturally that time.and if i have the time machine to turn back the time, i will.to prove you that i'm not that cruel to do such things.afterall,we are old enough to think about that and to work profesionally.my final word: i am so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/4517264905530484356-7886084326053770260?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7886084326053770260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-hate-you-shazwan-nizamwe-are.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/7886084326053770260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/7886084326053770260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-hate-you-shazwan-nizamwe-are.html' title='i don&apos;t hate you Shazwan Nizam.we are still friends?aren&apos;t we?'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-9072383999181225513</id><published>2009-03-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:09:48.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'>i thought i'm good,but i'm not</title><content type='html'>i actually wonder,if there are 3 things that i can wish for,what are they will gonna be?maybe i'll go for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;beauty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fortune&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;intelligence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;unfortunately,i'm sure that i will never ever got that chance in reality.perhaps,there are no one in this world deserve perfection.even,siti nurhaliza has the torn in her flawless life.the fact that he got married to Datuk K!it's actually the biggest misstep she has taken so far.and it was the talk of the town eversince her wedding event was held.and i was one of the gossip girls catching up every inch about the fairytale wedding.yup.i just love gossip.girls just love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry folks.i don't wanna talk about gossip here.but i just wanna say,if there'll be one thing that i can change on myself,i'll change.maybe for certain people,they just be grateful for what they already have,but for me if there's certain thing that can make me better,why don't i just go for it?i don't want to say i'm selfish but there's a part of me that i just hate to have.and my wish is that,i want to lead my life without thinking what people think of me.coz i just love to do thing and put the consideration on people's perception.it's hard to please everyone in every single thing.but, i'm the one who just love to put the matter on it.there's so much time i kept repeating that ,'just do whatever i want'.but i am a failure in doing that.that scares me so much because i'll feel the pressure after that.and i'll do nothing.it's hard to change that attitude.i'm not that sensitive nor that insensitive.in sense of living in this college life,that will probably be a barrier for me to go far.and i just hate to say that i'm an introvert person because i don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people near me may think,this will never make sense to them.but,it's important for me to change because i know my limitation.at first,i thought this is just a wonder.but the minute i think about it,i just knew it straight away.i have to change.i've experienced so many dramas just because of this 'kind' of attitude.seriously,i suffer because of this 'too much to care' attitude.if i can change it.i will.for the sake of myself.and to lead a normal life just like everybody else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-9072383999181225513?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/9072383999181225513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-im-goodbut-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/9072383999181225513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/9072383999181225513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-im-goodbut-i-dont.html' title='i thought i&apos;m good,but i&apos;m not'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-5753076220488774415</id><published>2009-03-10T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:24:40.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><title type='text'>i just need your COOPERATION.please understand</title><content type='html'>this is my writing dedicated to a guy who just DON'T understand the concept of giving cooperation.you know why?it's useless for me to repeat the same thing again and again.undoubtedly,we are already in the middle of getting older day by day.but this kinda human+student just don't understand how to cope up with the group member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't say it like i'm an empty can.i say it with reason.but seriously,if you're at my shoes,u feel like u want to give a punch to this kinda human.just think how many times i manage to cool down with his behaviour.think, i just gave a smile even he apologized.that was the kindest thing i could do afterall.eventhough it's an 'artificial' smile.i just don't want to rise the tension that was already there.u know why?i just don't want to create a chaotic scene out there.if i did,the world will get to an end.seriously,i am a type of human who just don't want to make people waiting to do the work.yup.i am a super-serious human in doing work.i just want to give my all out.and to get involved with the ultra-contrast human with my attitude, that definitely will create some more messes.i don't wanna say i'm the best.but,i try to be the best among the best because i know my friends are one of the best.and to be in circle of the best,we have to give our very best.and i completely hate 'janji melayu'.eventhough i'm not really a pure malay,(my grandpa is actually dutch+javanese),but i have encountered so many 'janji melayu' practicioner.in a so-called case like,'sorry la datang lambat.bangun lambat la tadi'.hellooo...do you have kids?are u a desperado?or are you trying to make a 'janji jawa'?this is the worst nickname i can give to this kinda people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please,please,please respect others.please don't try to make others waiting for you.please don't make fool of others.please don't expect people to give the artificial smile again.and please don't make people will be happy with all the sweet words,the beverages and the breads you showered them.it's just not practical anymore to a matured-thinker in my age.excusez-moi...i am 20 years old.and that's fine for me to act maturedly in doing work.i know i am a bit childish,poyo,tensioner etc.but in doing work,i try to be serious because i know it's very hard to survive.please respect people who wait for you and still be good eventhough they are already on the peak of anger.and one more thing.i don't understand why this particular guy can't act like the other group member of him.we have 2 boys in our group.but they are strikingly different!one is a complete mess and the other one is too good to resist.seriously,i can see it within my own observe.sorry to say this.but we respect this one guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing,please respect others,before others respect you.i don't want to be a jerk telling lies here,but i am more than angry for this particular guy who just don't understand how to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last word is easy:MAKE A CHANGE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-5753076220488774415?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-8635013095369038224</id><published>2009-03-09T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:44:43.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.i just hate him</title><content type='html'>i just don't know why i can't really accept people who are just too poyo.being snobbish to me means you are a bunch of mess.i have experienced this lately.i just hate this one guy who is just a complete mess.to me it was like a full burden working with him.i have never encountered this kinda creature in this world.and this was the first time i pulled myself out from the challenge so far.i am giving up for all the huffs and puffs.the real deal is that,i cannot really work with someone that is kinda 'talk more work less'.he just loves to talk rubbish.even a thing like 'i want a band that costs only RM 300.00'.wait hello..are you nuts?and asked us to do so many urgent stuff in a very short period of time.are you the second dumber mr?oh wait after jim carrey and jeff daniels.i mean you are possibly the third.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know how people react with this guy.and i am completely sure that i have voted for the wrong people to be the leader.i've just probably done it.and it was such a big mistake to make.and the most horrible,horrendous people i have ever voted so far.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want to physically challenge him.because he's like a Shrek.except for, he's not green in color.and Shrek is kind-hearted.but i do physchologically challenged him by stopping from doing my task.yup.it's a very ego and emo thing to do.but it's my instinct that says,'girl,stop doing thing that annoys you'.and i just did.and for me, my task is the most significant for that work to progress.but,hey.i shouldn't let that guy+beast steps on my head.and i shouldn't feel any doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i feel really free right now.instead of thinking,'why on Earth i am getting involved in all that mess?'.i probably shouldn't think it now.because i knew i won in the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral values:stay away from that guy+beast.only they knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-8635013095369038224?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8635013095369038224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorryi-just-hate-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/8635013095369038224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/8635013095369038224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorryi-just-hate-him.html' title='sorry.i just hate him'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-4410779759107991275</id><published>2009-03-08T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:48:40.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my words on the reasons why i'm staying SINGLE.</title><content type='html'>This is an article written by a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sincere "single" citizen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from a planet named Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Proud author:Emma Rauf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that, people are scrambling to be hooked up with someone, either for exclusive relationship or marriage.Yeh i can see it right now in UMP.It's just a messy thing to do for them while they are still studying.In fact, if i am already in my mid to late twenties and i'm still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, people will look at me as if i'm  grown like an&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anak dara tua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".But who cares?These people are just love to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thrash-talking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.These are people who are very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;short-minded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like a frog in an empty hard coconut shell. In a time when getting a partner seems to be as easy as getting your morning brewed coffee, being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seems to be the exception to the rule. What’s more, if you’re a child of a conservative family (especially if you’re from the East), it’s the parents themselves who expect you to be with someone already.Don't get me wrong.It's a fact. It is perhaps this kind of pressure, both from the family and society, that forces &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people to be with someone, or else. It is sad since, being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; isn’t really all that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Contrary to the song, one isn’t the loneliest number at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;o honey, more money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The first obvious reason why i'm being&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is totally rocks: i can spend all my hard-earned money on myself.While many people will claim that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is not significant in sustaining a relationship, you have to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;realistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here, u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will always be a factor in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, even more so in your quest to make your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;significant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happy. Sure, your boyfriend may say it’s okay if you don’t spend much, but there’s a part in you that says otherwise.When you’re in a relationship, there are things you are obliged to do. For example, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anniversaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are almost always required &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gift-giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; events, especially if your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;significant other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a bit on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;materialistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; side(like me.i'm a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;material&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.so,who cares?). Going out on dates also means you always have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Dinner dates always mean an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; after all, you wouldn’t want to treat them out to McDonald’s all the time, would you? We’re not even going to take into account the various events that are going to be added to your life such as your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;partner’s birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the extra &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special gifts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you need to give them on the other major holidays.Just think about it you guys.You only have that small budget &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PTPTN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;money.I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you’re &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, especially if you’re a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are expected to provide a home for your new family, as well as the basic necessities like food and clothing. When the child comes into the picture, you will literally see your savings trickle like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;water on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bullet-ridden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;water bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.How's that?Like an old-sayings &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"bukan senang nak jage anak dara orang cik abang oii."(it's not that easy to look after people's virgin daughter mr.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the single girl can sit back and enjoys his brand new 100” LCD she bought for himself.My word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question:&lt;br /&gt;Who among you partnered folks have experienced this:&lt;br /&gt;You’re with your partner and suddenly, you have this urge to go geek out on some hobby or clothings shop for the rest of the afternoon, but you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can’t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because you know he'll be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Or how about your  friends ask you for a girl's night out and you’re about to say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you see the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; disapproving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look on your boy's face?If there’s one thing that attached people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;envy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; among &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it’s the fact that their time is their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one else’s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That means you will be able to go where you want and do what you want without having to feel&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; guilty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or think whether your significant other is also enjoying himsellf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;married &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people, this restriction is almost like a prison. Since you now have an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obligation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to your family, you can’t go out without either &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consulting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your partner or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bringing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them along. You can’t even go home late without notifying them in advance or there will be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to pay, usually in the form of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flying plates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saucers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.It's typical &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay war&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and everybody knows it. Of course, there are times when you don’t have to, but compare that to someone who is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou will get the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinking about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in-laws&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There’s a joke poll going around that asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who you’d have assassinated if you can off one person without feeling guilty about it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in-laws&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rate very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up there in the list.Seriously it's a fact. If you’re &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you would just know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are an example of why nothing is perfect.I have heard so many cases involving &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in-laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because it happened to my cousin too.You can have the perfect wife or husband who happens to have the perfect job and you both may have the most perfect children in the entire world, and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in-laws&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be there to put a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blemish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on that shine of perfection.I am not saying that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in-laws&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are all bad, mind you. It’s just that for most of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people, they are. Maybe it’s their parental instinct kicking in, especially if they think that their son or daughter is the most perfect creation in the universe and deserves nothing less, but more often than not, they try to meddle in on your relationship. They always have to have a say on everything like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The name of your child &lt;br /&gt;2.Even the color of the disposable diapers they’re wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is you can’t just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them away, or risk either being their&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of your natural life or alienating your spouse.Does the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person like me have this problem? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Collect and collect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And collect some more. If you’re &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you can enjoy the privilege of going out with every &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;human being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When you’re &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unattached&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you can have your own choice of men or women, any day of the week.It’s a known fact that part of the reason why relationships fail is because sooner or later, one gets tired of the same partner. Note that this happens to almost all, and not just to the playboy/playgirl types.It happens to me too.I am a type of girl that simply gets boring on the same guy.Even the most devoted will feel the need to try something new now and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words:&lt;br /&gt;If you’re &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you won’t have this problem at all.There’s a reason why &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anuar Zain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plays the most &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eligible bachelor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; card all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No heartaches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, it’s &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but it’s true. If you don’t have someone, you won’t ever get the risk of having your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. People say that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falling in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and being &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Unfortunately, these same people haven’t told&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you that being left behind by someone you loved so much hurts like no other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Do you think all those talk of heartaches aren’t really as bad as people make them out to be? Then you haven’t really been heartbroken before! Some people get so depressed that they even take their own lives, or turn to psychiatric treatments, just so they could forget about their ex-lovers.I have observed my friends suffering from love depression.So nothing to cheat on. Again,do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people like me go through all this? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ignorance is bliss, as they say, but if you can enjoy life by yourself, then why complicate it by getting into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;These are my solid reasons for staying single. There may be more and all the single people around the globe can provide them, but they’re probably out there enjoying their lives unattached right this very minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I am so sure about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just proud to be single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C'est la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/4517264905530484356-4410779759107991275?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4410779759107991275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-words-on-reasons-why-im-staying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4410779759107991275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4410779759107991275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-words-on-reasons-why-im-staying.html' title='my words on the reasons why i&apos;m staying SINGLE.'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-4751436279039517297</id><published>2009-03-08T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:59:35.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how much i knew about my wacky brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SbOaPndQGUI/AAAAAAAAACg/guhrn1ef-EE/s1600-h/Picture+0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310757978680334658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SbOaPndQGUI/AAAAAAAAACg/guhrn1ef-EE/s320/Picture+0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what ru doing bro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if u read this, you will know there's so much to say about brother+sister's relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brother's name&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mohd Mirza (my dad initially called him as Edward Mirza Agundung.but switched to Mohd instead of Edward for religion reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Birthdate&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;can't really remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Birthplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;:Johore Bahru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt;:78 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt;:6'3 and half(183 cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eye color&lt;/span&gt;:dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shoe size&lt;/span&gt;:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blood type&lt;/span&gt;:unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Favourite foods&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sambal goreng ala javanese style.his all-time favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Status&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;single(i doubt&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Affiliations&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;shisha trading,college student(degree in hotel and management).particularly UNITAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talents&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;singing like a real star(huh?),jamming and playing basketball.has a height that suits this game well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Best friends&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bob,Zafri,Shamil(aren't they?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Interests:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tell jokes.he's a maestro in doing this&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Favourite pastimes&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sleeping.yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Favourite magazine&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mastika,body-building related,cars mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Favourite actress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Irma Hasmie.haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Favourite band&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dewa 19,Andra and the Backbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All-time memoirs&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;had an experience of being an overweight teenager when he was in high-school.he had the diameter of waist;approximately 4o inches.weighing around 100 kg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aftermaths&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so hard for a girl to fall for him.and it was SO hard to buy baju raya.have to go to extra large department to buy his clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inspiration of getting slim and slender&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my dad.his memorable words:you look like a big fat snake when u sleep.haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girls that used to date him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;private &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;confidential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perfume&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Euphoria by CK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jeans&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Diesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tees&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anything from Giant to BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Favourite movies&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hindustanis and action movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;a male cat named Cimut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Attitude&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;bad boy,poyo,funny,witty,anak mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tagline&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;streetballa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Style&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the sister's verdict&lt;/span&gt;:5 out of 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt;:so much to improve about yorself bro.head up for the challenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-4751436279039517297?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4751436279039517297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-much-i-knew-about-my-wacky-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4751436279039517297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4751436279039517297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-much-i-knew-about-my-wacky-brother.html' title='how much i knew about my wacky brother'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SbOaPndQGUI/AAAAAAAAACg/guhrn1ef-EE/s72-c/Picture+0323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-4184470634980552936</id><published>2009-03-08T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:17:26.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More than a fortnight since I have nicely seen internet.Yup.I don't go back for Maulidur Rasul's break.So all i have to do is just staring at my laptop and doing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life’s difficult being away from my parents. And all this time I had this realization for this short yet seemingly unending period of time, again, as the last two years after my matriculation life that I was away from home, for my degree requirement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a realization about how incomplete I was without a system and the internet. I didn’t require a laptop for anything that could help me in studies anyway, for the last two years.I mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But, now that I am in an Engineering College in Civil Engineering department, I have got my very life in the form of a laptop and the 9 to 5 of (wi-fi in) college.&lt;br /&gt;Only I know what hard time it was for me after I came to UMP on 30th of June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I missed typing all those thoughts that I’d want to share with my friends back at house… And I often noticed my fingers awkwardly moving in the fashion of movement on my keyboard as I sat idling away for my college break at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did I mention the dream that I had a few nights back in which I had got the world’s most powerful laptop (Now I really don’t know which one is that…) and my day was of 30 hours as compared to 24 hours for the rest so I could spend all the more time on the INTERNET during this Maulidur Rasul holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But today I am more than happy and content. I am back and back in form.Eventhough my life is completely boring.serious.&lt;br /&gt;All aside, there’s something that has kept me wondering. Did I really live through all these days without Internet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God! Don’t let this be a dream, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wrotethis: im BORING and can't live without my laptop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-4184470634980552936?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4184470634980552936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-just-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4184470634980552936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/4184470634980552936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-just-wonder.html' title='it&apos;s just a wonder'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-2267437693692518020</id><published>2009-03-07T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:35:51.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just NOT that into you.believe me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is hard to do .Some people can get over break-ups easier than others but most people will go through one or all of these stages:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.Anger.of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.sadness or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.possibly denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everyone deals with his or her emotions differently. Having some remedies handy will help us to get through it.You might suggest throwing caution to the wind by eating entire pints of ice cream, drinking sweet beverages of hitting a tiramisu.But some prefer practical remedy like seeing friends or exercising.So these are the breakup antidotes that probably work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1.Use his picture as a dartboard. Get that anger out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2.Going out to eat with friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3.Get a totally&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new outfit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4.Learn something &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Pole dancing,singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5.Go to the gym workout, burn off anger and get really buff doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6.Take a mini vacation if you can. Something as simple as getting away for a weekend can refresh you while helping you to see that this is for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7 If you cannot get away for a vacation then use self tanner to look like you did. You will look totally hot and every one will think you went on a vacation to the Bahamas or somewhere else great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8.Curl up with a blanket and let yourself cry but for no longer than 60 minutes. Then get up, dry your tears and get on with getting over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9.Get a cool new hairstyle. Try a totally different color with the corresponding make up changes. If your hair is long then consider a short haircut for something completely different. You will have heads turning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10.Go ahead and do something that he always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do. If he hated to do the things you used to love and you stopped doing them to make him happy then start enjoying them again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do not give up the things you love for anyone. You lose a part of yourself when you do that. No man is worth giving up what makes you happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. Get dressed to the nines, go out and then Flirt Like Crazy just because you can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;13.Indulge in eating a pint of ice cream.We girls do love ice-cream right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clean Clean Clean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It gets your mind off him, burns energy and you have a super clean home for your efforts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! - Need I say more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16.Tell him you lied when you told him that he was the best you have ever had?Serves him right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17.Long walks on the beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20. Try to remember that some people are in our life for a reason :to teach u something. Maybe he has taught you all that he was supposed to and now you can find the person you are meant to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, although breaking up is hard to do you will get through this and usually your life will end up better for it. That goes"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;does not kill us will make us stronger"&lt;/span&gt;. This too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are all clichés but they have been around for years and that is because they are true and they work.&lt;br /&gt;Like the old song says "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will Survive&lt;/span&gt;!" Yes, you really will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You go girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-2267437693692518020?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2267437693692518020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-no-that-into-youbelieve-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/2267437693692518020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/2267437693692518020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-just-no-that-into-youbelieve-me.html' title='He&apos;s just NOT that into you.believe me'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-6136982038023413716</id><published>2009-03-07T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:28:33.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tips to be fashionable teens!</title><content type='html'>This is just a post about looking fabulous without emptying your pocket.So enjoy the reading u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.Research designers and look at their ready to wear collections. True, you probably won't be able to buy that fabulous &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Marc Jacobs&lt;/span&gt; dress, but it helps to have some inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Look at reputable fashion magazines such as &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vogue, Elle and Cleo&lt;/span&gt;.If you want something targeted for your age group, try &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teen Vogue&lt;/span&gt;. Again, these are awesome sources for inspiration (and fashion gossip!).love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.After inspiration comes (you guessed it)...shopping! You don't need to shop at stores like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Replay&lt;/span&gt; to be fashionable (actually, these stores are often frowned upon in the fashion industry.) In fact, you'll have better luck at thrift stores! This decade in fashion takes vintage and adds a twist to it. Try places like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Factory Outlet Store&lt;/span&gt; for excellent vintage clothing. If you don't want to shop vintage try department store like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reject Shop&lt;/span&gt;.It has a wide selection of clothing, so you are bound to find what you are looking for. If you are a bit more into band shirts and skinny jeans as such you would find in Topshop, don't overdo it. If you are a guy, wearing girl pants portrays in many people's eyes like an "emo kid" image. Maybe find some slim-fitting, not skintight jeans, at &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diesel&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chargers Outfitters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4.Keep colors in your wardrobe! Wearing black and white all the time is not the way to go. Try to find clothes with bright colors, but keep some darks in there too. A general rule of thumb is to keep colors varied.&lt;br /&gt;5.Now that you have a wardrobe, it's time to flaunt it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6.Don't try to match things. The fashion industry is not about mitchy-matchy. Look at silhouettes from designs you like and emulate them. Or even better, create your own designs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Stay up to date by reading fashion blogs, looking at new fashion lines, and reading &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Elle&lt;/span&gt;. Seventeen is a good magazine, but it is more "trendy" than "Fashionable." Incorporate the trends you like from the runway into your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="Tips" name="Tips"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A big no-no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Try not to dress like a slob everyday. It's okay to have the occasional lazy day where you just chill out in jeans and a sweatshirt, but don't do it everyday. It doesn't portray a tasteful image.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about brands. Fashion is not a tee with "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MNG&lt;/span&gt;" plastered on the front. Labeling yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to do and just proves that you are more of crowd follower than a fashion foward teen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.There are more designers than &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chanel&lt;/span&gt;! Research them, love them! But don't worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.People don't care if you are rich. In fact, with all the fake bags, wearing a bag with a giant logo will just make you look tacky. Don't flaunt your &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PTPTN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;money. Be conservative with it. Of course, logos aren't terrible, but if you can't afford it never buy a fake one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Don't be snotty with people. Respect their style, even if they do just follow the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?Be a fashion-forward now!&lt;br /&gt;Fashion verdict:Excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-6136982038023413716?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6136982038023413716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/03/tips-to-be-fashionable-teens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/6136982038023413716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i am about to rest for a while right now.but the scary part is,i have to sit for mechanics test which for me is the most &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killer,bizarre and outrageous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;subject i had in my life so far.seriously,i have the complete feeling of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i can't do the thing and if i did, i'll fail'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's hard to understand the unknown forces,the formulas, all the invincible stuff that can't be seen through our naked eyes.seriously,when i got the questions,it seems like i am going to tremble all over the floor.all the formulas that i have previously memorized had vanished.my hands shaking and i was in total nervousness.i just don't understand how people can actually sort out the problems and cases in a certain amount of given time during the test or quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and importantly,i can actually manage a little bit about the whole problem solutions, but the minute when i get the paper on my desk,i will try so hard to think what the question asks me to do?what is the exact equation i have to fill in the spaces?to hear people surround me clicking on their calculator will add me some more disastrous feeling of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leave me alone!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but thank God,i have the spirit to face the challenge within my comfort zone.and that explains why my paper is full of equations for the solutions even i don't have any idea what i actually did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;there are terms that tounge-tangled in the mechanics subject like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stress,strain.shear force,shear strain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and so on.the difiiculties are everywhere in the questions involving these terms.as an engineer to be,we are trained to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;think out of the box not to 'think what is inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the box'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.i am in complete amazement how can people actually see through the problems and how they can actually find the right answer within their own borderline.i am just so impressed and amazed wtih these all gifted people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;so i actually wonder how can we actually think like what Hibbeler thinks.in some questions i can understand a bit.but when the question does the trick,i'm in complete nowhere.i am super amazed how these brainy people can actually create this subject just to find something that can't be seen within our own eyes.sometimes was already on the peak of the stress level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i want to say my apology to the lecturer who taught me this subject.i know they tried so hard to make me understand all the stuffs in this subject.i was so sorry because i can't really answer the question even other people just knew it straight away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just don't know how people react when going through the all the difficult questions i this subject.i hope that i can answer the test properly for next week.to recover from the feeling of unwell,it is just a hard thing for me to do.my ultimate purpose for right now is to understand the whole complex problem solving matter.put away my tears and fears.hoping i can do better than ever.like everybody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'd better be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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tell you that i love being my own true self without pretending to be others.and that keeps me still living in the fast track till now.so check out the list u guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i am the most eligible bachelorette in class.haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love mengelamun.that's my favourite natural hobby.still can't resist that stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love making jokes without any purpose.people near me know that so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love hindustan.it took me 5 times to watch mohabbatein and dancing all through out the songs.pagal hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love listening to instrumental music during my free time.im a diehard fan of orchestra-oriented music.and i love nickelback and hoobastank too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i am a left-handed person.but when i play "batu seremban", i use my right hand.i just don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i will never ever do bungee jumping.im phobia of height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i hate the smell at fuel station.i was born to hate that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i can go gossiping with no full stops.just natural thing of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;last but not least, i am easy to be friend with but still i have no boyfriend till now.and i have never fallen in love throught out my whole life.serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s:that are the truths about myself.whether to believe it or not,it's up to you guys.u make the choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-1656433455053103339?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1656433455053103339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-facts-u-dont-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/1656433455053103339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4517264905530484356/posts/default/1656433455053103339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-facts-u-dont-know-about-me.html' title='10 facts u don&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>emmarauf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742886698794155680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-5585759373568666754</id><published>2009-02-10T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:59:41.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hero.mr federer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZFAplJmecI/AAAAAAAAACY/T8V9dwSsS2U/s1600-h/roger-federer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZFAplJmecI/AAAAAAAAACY/T8V9dwSsS2U/s400/roger-federer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301089319482980802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                             my hero and his trophy.just love the smile on his face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZE_1oldDNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oIgriecsxrE/s1600-h/roger-federer-iw08-practice1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZE_1oldDNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/oIgriecsxrE/s400/roger-federer-iw08-practice1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301088427051912402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                                             waaa...so...speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZE_du39omI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hih8ly7KQK8/s1600-h/Roger-Federer-Rafael-Nadal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZE_du39omI/AAAAAAAAACI/Hih8ly7KQK8/s400/Roger-Federer-Rafael-Nadal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301088016423297634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                              my hero and his enemy,Rafael Nadal aka Rafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZE_H6dGuqI/AAAAAAAAACA/kapWR0NnDyc/s1600-h/roger-federer-shanghai-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZE_H6dGuqI/AAAAAAAAACA/kapWR0NnDyc/s400/roger-federer-shanghai-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301087641574750882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;                                                    ok guys!!this is my hero!my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;hero.just simply love him.never got the chance to meet him.but recently,he went to Malaysia.and i missed the chance because i went holiday to somewhere else around the globe.but i believe one day i'll catch him up.i started to like him so much when i was about 15 years old.the first match of him i watched was between him and Marat Safin,another former world number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he started to start from below and right now he was the best player of the world after the legend Pete Sampras.he failed to Nadal recently in Australian Open.but whatever it is, i will keep on supporting him.u go federer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4517264905530484356-5585759373568666754?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SXTvucLlglI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SgpLzbIa458/S220/DSC00006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZFAplJmecI/AAAAAAAAACY/T8V9dwSsS2U/s72-c/roger-federer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4517264905530484356.post-9035646991152673708</id><published>2009-02-09T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:57:04.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's the dress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZEV6Gf-LSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WSCYR4UdjEA/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301042324313091362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZEV6Gf-LSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WSCYR4UdjEA/s400/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              strike a pose infront the hugo boss flagship boutique.a big no no to shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZEVny6Q_YI/AAAAAAAAABw/QzOVAcWnup0/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301042009817021826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_So3q2Ah7G58/SZEVny6Q_YI/AAAAAAAAABw/QzOVAcWnup0/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i say this,i have to admit that i do really love clothes!anything about fashion.but i admit that there's no way i will buy the designer brand.it just not worth it.but i just dropped by at the gardens recently to buy one.but i don't reach my ultimate goal actually.i went to hugo boss.but God!the price tag was really out of mind.one dress caught my mind at the rack.seriously,i just have to forget it.my dad will turn out to be a beast if he knew my insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please help me to find one dress for the civil annual dinner guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4517264905530484356-9035646991152673708?l=cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandsuch.blogspot.com/feeds/9035646991152673708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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