<?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-3861982259445307368</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:05:19.824-08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqXWRLloyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xzDeeZoYRBE/s320/roomJ.gif'/><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9rFJxfa3gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Va-Gc-lB2xc/s1600/hiroshima_explosion_mushroom_cloud.jpg'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1dyU0aVVI/AAAAAAAAANk/FjqyRsZlr0A/s320/images.jpg'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TPBAsC0-3OI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VPrIhfbJYOw/s1600/65905_455764774338_634339338_5083057_2789484_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>of sweet dreams and reality...</title><subtitle type='html'>of sweet dreams and reality...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-37462553038217893</id><published>2011-06-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:54:51.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my deadly weekend :(</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum, hi people! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I drove back from Madison, Wisconsin as we had our Midwest Game held there this year. It was an eight hour drive and I took the second shift driving from Chicago to Ann Arbor which was around four hour drive.Without getting enough rest after the long journey,  I attended my review class for calculus that I'm having my midterm on the next day at 8 am. So after the review, I went to my Bio lecture and ended sleeping after the class which ended at 4pm. I remember setting the alarm to wake up at 5pm so that I could freshen up and start studying for my Calculus midterm. I also have a senior friend that was willing to help me studying. But when I woke up, I looked at my phone, it was 5am in the morning!! I had around 3 hours to study for this deadly exam. I came out of the exam hall promising myself not to do this stupid thing again.damnn.. Anyway, the exam wasn't that bad and the midwest game was good. I mean like, this was the first time U of Michigan had ever sent a women soccer team before and we managed to proceed to semi final, which was good enough for newbies.  Anyway, I gotta get back to my Bio work, which I have a midterm on tomorrow. Pray for my success please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: 26 more days!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assalamualaikum :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-37462553038217893?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/37462553038217893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-deadly-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/37462553038217893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/37462553038217893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-deadly-weekend.html' title='my deadly weekend :('/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1194228730561473031</id><published>2011-05-05T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:35:01.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This people.. is what I call courage.. Not..</title><content type='html'>So I am supposed to study for my Bio 172 this evening but I am gonna take a break and write this just because it is too good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my first Bio 172 lecture yesterday and it was a class of 100 ish people. I think. So my professor was trying to get everyone to participate so she asked a bunch of questions and offered chocolate to those who got the answers right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was this question about two atoms of very different electronegativities, what kind of bond would you say happen between these two atoms. Everyone was really quiet. So I raised my hand and answered polar attraction. I was 80% sure that my answer was correct but a weirdo sitting in front of me abruptly say out loud 'No, you're wrong!' and he answered the right answer which is ionic bond. Still, a class full of 100 students were looking at me while that guy was saying 'No, you're wrong?' .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the award winning most awkward thing that had happened in my life. And my new life goal now is to beat this guy in Bio 172. Like seriously, I'll take any chances that I have to embarrass him back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-1194228730561473031?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1194228730561473031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-people-is-what-i-call-courage-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1194228730561473031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1194228730561473031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-people-is-what-i-call-courage-not.html' title='This people.. is what I call courage.. Not..'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1527847863227169813</id><published>2011-04-29T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:44:43.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i'm not writing this blog to impress anyone nor i'm writing this to gain any attention. I'm doing it to let out what I've been facing or what I've faced before.. Not all of them are fond memories or thoughts. Let's just say that this blog is where I just throw all my feelings out.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a very sad day. A friend of mine lost her father. My deepest condolences to her and her family. Innalillah wainalillah hirajiun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining the whole day too. I helped my friend pack his stuff. He's going back to Malaysia in a few days. I am not though. I am staying in Ann Arbor for Spring semester, then I'm heading back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow Phi Rho Alpha is going to have a barbecue. All the sisters are more than welcome to invite their close friends and family. I invited two of my girlfriends over because most of them are going on a road trip. So, the road trip got cancelled and I felt bad about not inviting the others. I went through a lot of trouble trying to get them on the list for the barbecue. Then, they decided to make another road trip at the same time and just ditch this whole thing. Then saying something like ' I could pay if you can't get me off the list'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite disappointed. I went a whole lot of trouble and all you could think of is that I want your money. Hell to the no.  I might sound irrational or overly emotional but this thing means a lot to me, this whole sorority thing and you, young lady as my friend, I would like you to know what I got myself into and all I need from you is your support. I was there through your ups and downs. Why can't you be there for mine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, it just hurts me a lot. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-1527847863227169813?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1527847863227169813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1527847863227169813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1527847863227169813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6848935978351075019</id><published>2011-04-27T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:47:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog new design!!!</title><content type='html'>This might sound a bit lame..&lt;div&gt;But my blog has a new design!!and also a new name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'of sweet dreams and reality..' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;which is true because all my posts were based on my life, thoughts and dreams:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and the new design is a lot simpler than the previous one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, if you noticed, I removed all my gadgets including my photos. Not that I don't like the photos anymore, I just feel that it was too crowded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have also added a few new features that instead of just commenting, you guys could also rate my posts be it lame, awesome or so true.. I just feel that it would be a lot more fun this way :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6848935978351075019?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6848935978351075019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-blog-new-design.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6848935978351075019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6848935978351075019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-blog-new-design.html' title='my blog new design!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3411621153681899968</id><published>2011-04-25T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:27:48.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>failure.</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum and salam sejahtera,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile since I posted my last entry. I think it was about my limitation and how the potential in me is never ending. I know I didn't say much in the my last post but I really think that it is very true. First of all, we must know our own limits. Well of course, everyone wants to push themselves and bring themselves up to a whole new level. But when the thing that they were working on is not keeping up, it will soon lead to failure. Failure is the root of success, but if we are assigned to succeed, failure is never an option. What do you feel about failing? Truth be told, no one likes failing. And the secret is, failing is the best secret weapon that we need in order to succeed. The one who fails the most is the one who succeed. I don't know how I feel about this right now. I want to be able to fail and get back up at my own pace. It is not a sin, it's a learning process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3411621153681899968?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3411621153681899968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/04/failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3411621153681899968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3411621153681899968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/04/failure.html' title='failure.'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-969785014790097696</id><published>2011-03-27T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:55:06.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>well of course i have limitations. But pssstt.. here's the secret.. the potential in me to improve is endless... just saying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-969785014790097696?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/969785014790097696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/969785014790097696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/969785014790097696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7054874362651357166</id><published>2011-03-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:26:39.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unreasonably stressed out :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So why do I disappear when you come near,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It makes me feel so small,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could read your mind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boy would I find, any trace of me at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This could be the funniest and the most unreasonable thing ever but I can never be with someone who is sooo much smarter than me. It creeps me out somehow. So, I have a really good 'friend' that I kinda like and we've been to my sorority's Date Party together (him as my date) last weekend. How do I know him? Well, he's my study group leader for organic chemistry honors section and he is majoring in neuroscience (super genius guy) He's a cool and fun guy, all my sisters likes him (including my sisters' dates too) So this thing has been bugging me because my sisters kept on telling me that I should go for him because he's so much fun and very good looking guy too. They were quite surprised when i told them that we're just friends. It'll be super awkward because he IS my study group leader so no. Jessica, my future roommate, said that 'he's not gonna be your study group leader forever, you know' . That makes sense but he's just too smart.Not that I don't like smart guys but really he makes me feel so small whenever we were discussing about organic chemistry , I feel kinda dumb around him (i'm not, really, i'm pretty smart, but he somehow makes me feel like I am) So , I've been really stressed out lately, and it's all because of him , I studied so hard to somehow impress him? I don't know what I was doing but I know that I didn't wanna look dumb. In a way, it's a good thing but it's sooo stressful . I love smart guys but Chemistry is my thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please ignore this post if it makes you think that I'm paranoid. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-7054874362651357166?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7054874362651357166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/03/unreasonably-stressed-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7054874362651357166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7054874362651357166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2011/03/unreasonably-stressed-out.html' title='unreasonably stressed out :('/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-999624604766208448</id><published>2010-12-17T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:34:11.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals are OVERRRRRR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am now done with  Organic Chemistry, Ancient Greek and Anthropology Archaeology! yay me!! I am so happy right now.... Not Really..&lt;div&gt;I have to admit it.. I kinda did some silly, irresponsible things. Like forgetting to hand in my Summary for lab, which would significantly affect my grade. Damn, I'm such a moron. I finished my summary, peer reviewed it and the only thing that I had to do was to change minor mistakes and send it in. But I forgot, totally. I think I have Alzheimer. Now, I have to face the consequences. NO MORE PROCRASTINATING ZERA! NO MORE! urghhh.. i'm a dead meat right now! and I didn't have to take my final paper for Archaeology because even if I have scored full mark 50/50, I wouldn't have increased my grade. The exams are only weigh for 30% and the projects are 40%. I did two projects. I did pretty good in my second project until my laptop made really scary noises and I kinda shut it off right away and lost my project. So I spent the last 5 hours before the due redoing my project and I got a really sucky grade for it..darn. Organic Chemistry? I don't wanna talk about it:( it was really hard and it's the most failed class in U of M. damn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we just have to wait for the results to get in probably next week? and I have already registered for the classes that I'm gonna take for Winter semester. My schedule is pretty packed. I'm going to take Organic Chemistry II, Calculus 3, Inorganic Chemistry and Roman History. We'll see how it goes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-999624604766208448?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/999624604766208448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/12/finals-are-overrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/999624604766208448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/999624604766208448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/12/finals-are-overrrrrr.html' title='Finals are OVERRRRRR!!!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-4692600492025298583</id><published>2010-12-02T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:29:43.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>religion differences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So we had our discussion during lecture today about Alexander the Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As we all know, Alexander the Great received ' the Great' title when he conquered Persia as the kings of Persia were known for their greatness. He was married to Roxane when he fell in love with when he conquered Sogdia. After he had conquered Persia, he got married to a Persian princess ( Darius' daughter) so that they could produce a mixed hire to unite the different nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;one of the student raised up his hand: So he married twice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;professor: yes, they pro-polygamy back then which is very barbaric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;me: barbaric? wtf? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-4692600492025298583?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/4692600492025298583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/12/religion-differences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4692600492025298583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4692600492025298583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/12/religion-differences.html' title='religion differences.'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6425251210311835593</id><published>2010-11-26T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:24:44.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TPBAsC0-3OI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VPrIhfbJYOw/s1600/65905_455764774338_634339338_5083057_2789484_n.jpg'/><title type='text'>i have a new play date! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TPBALS2JK8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6p3Uq5-q9DU/s1600/33860_455529838960_713448960_5291225_5677584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TPBALS2JK8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6p3Uq5-q9DU/s320/33860_455529838960_713448960_5291225_5677584_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544001704074750914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. okay, the topic to this entry might sounds wrong to some but really, I am talking about the real play date! yay me! &lt;div&gt;As I mentioned earlier(in my previous entries), there is a few Malaysians working and having family here. So, one of them is Abang Azmi, with his wife, Kak Ayu and his super cute daughter, Qistina.(she's four!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met them during Aidilfitri but Qistina was so shy back then. She only played with the seniors and she couldn't even remember my name well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had thanksgiving yesterday and Kak Deng cooked us turkey and a lot of other awesome thanksgiving meals. Qistina was there too! She brought her coloring books and barbie dolls with her. We had a chit chat and she started to call me Kak Zera.. like super cute in her american accent. lol.. her parents were trying to teach her Malay ever since she started talking but she'd rather speak in English. so i kinda tried to make her speak in Malay but she refused to talk in Malay and make me look like a retard talking alone.. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's one time Qistina came to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qistina: knock knock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: who's there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qistina: Qistina !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Qistina who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TPBAsC0-3OI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VPrIhfbJYOw/s320/65905_455764774338_634339338_5083057_2789484_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544002266710596834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qistina: Qistina monsterawrrrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me : huh?? what??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abang Azmi: you're supposed to rawr back at her and scare her away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: really?? hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. yup, i forgot my childhood. anyway, when I was about to leave the house, Qistina run and hugged me..it was super cute! Kak Ayu was glad that she's close to me now and she wants me to spend more time with Qistina in the future. FO SHO Kak Ayu! how can i say no to something so lovable.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6425251210311835593?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6425251210311835593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-new-play-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6425251210311835593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6425251210311835593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-new-play-date.html' title='i have a new play date! :)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TPBALS2JK8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6p3Uq5-q9DU/s72-c/33860_455529838960_713448960_5291225_5677584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-8141114521040814502</id><published>2010-11-16T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:52:25.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The first time I came to the states. This question always pops up on my mind ' Am I gonna fit in? ' and my heart went 'hmm.. give it a try.. you got nothing to lose' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I decided to join a Taekwondo club and rush for a sorority. Not only that I love the martial art and the sisterhood love, I wanted to meet new people and make new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Phi Rho Alpha was one of the best things that had happened to me. I love the sisterhood and the sisters here are very nice to me too. It feels like I have my own family here. Besides that, it's a very chilled sorority with no hazing at all. I have a 'Big' and I love her so much; her name is Daniela and we call her Dani; I'm glad that we have so many things in common. She loves science and working out, works in the lab and sucks at being creative. We rock!! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway, I have some friends in Taekwondo too. I love the babies!! (white belts) They're really really awesome people! but there's some sort of clique in this club and I don't even wanna get involved with. It's pretty bad that the old folks don't like having *coughs* me *coughs*  new black belt kids in the team. so I guess that I just have to live with that. It hurts but I'm not gonna worry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I didn't know that the second I stepped into Phi Rho Alpha's mass meeting, it will be such a significant thing for me. I'm all in for my new family. As for Taekwondo, I would try to get along but I'm not gonna please anyone. I'm gonna kick butts if I have to. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-8141114521040814502?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8141114521040814502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe-that-your-life-can-be-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8141114521040814502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8141114521040814502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-believe-that-your-life-can-be-changed.html' title='I believe that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don&apos;t even know you.'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5363392524603653833</id><published>2010-11-08T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:53:44.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>game face. time to get serious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TNhjKZlZfTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/omUIoO0XRhs/s1600/Photo+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TNhjKZlZfTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/omUIoO0XRhs/s400/Photo+269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537284772169612594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i'm putting my game face on.. hell yeah i am.. grrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bring it on Fall term!!! 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Organic chemistry exam was such a bitch. I had a job interview at the Vector company like a few hours before the exam and I was dead tired when I reached the exam hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well , the good part is, I got the job! it pays $14.25 per appointment which is not even an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What kind of job? It's a sales marketing where I have to market this cutlery set which I myself am impressed with it. But to do so, I have to join this training seminar for three days and I might have to skip classes and miss exams. Not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I decided to step out of it. Yeah, I just wasted a few hours of my life being interviewed. But hey, it's a good experience. yada yada yada. Okay, so orgo exam had made me crash for 12hours straight, and i'm not even kidding. So, I have to rush to do my Ancient Greek essay, which had to be previewed the next day. a 5 page essay! and i didn't sleep. gahh!! so, in class, joe previewed my essay and he was like 'which question did you do?' and i was like  'aren't we supposed to develop our own idea?' and he was like ' no zera. that was for the formulating questions. You have to do the essay based on these questions(showing me his paper)' . 'You're kidding me right? ouhh, come on joeee. tell me you're just fooling around' joe: 'i'd like to say that i am , but i'm not, seriously'  me: 'i just wasted the whole night doing an essay that could just gimme a F' joe: ' chill zera, you have til tomorrow to get it done' me: 'yeah, another sleepless night for me.' :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ouhh yeahh, and after that my GSI, Karen came up to me and handed in my test result and she was like 'Congrats!! 100% quiz! why the sad face?' and joe was like 'i just crushed her dreams.' hell yeah you did.. nah, it's my effing fault. damn it.. keje bodoh sgt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, I stepped out from the job at the Vector company and now, I applied for a job as a Lab Assistant in biological chemistry research.I'm so excited! I hope i'll get it! it pays $10-$12 per hour, which is really really good :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm in love with a car! volkswagen beetles classic, green color. i'm really considering buying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i get a lot of questions asking why did i join a sorority?as if it's something bad? because i love the sisterhood! my sisters are awesome and i'm loving every bit of my life as a sister. if you're thinking that i kept on going parties and socializing too much? hell yeah i did go to parties. but i know my limits and i didn't do anything that could embarrass myself . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so i'm just gonna indulge myself in this essay for tonight. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;p/s; faker is such a harsh word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6260522218174309184?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6260522218174309184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/jgn-buat-keje-bodoh-boleh-x.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6260522218174309184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6260522218174309184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/jgn-buat-keje-bodoh-boleh-x.html' title='jgn buat keje bodoh boleh x?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3085164549334540641</id><published>2010-11-03T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:55:31.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who died and made you king of anything huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You’ve got opinions, man&lt;br /&gt;We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked&lt;br /&gt;So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine&lt;br /&gt;And get out of here fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one here to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;br /&gt;You are not me&lt;br /&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sound so innocent, all full of good intent&lt;br /&gt;Swear you know best&lt;br /&gt;But you expect me to jump up on board with you&lt;br /&gt;And ride off into your delusional sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps&lt;br /&gt;You got the talking down, just not the listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3085164549334540641?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3085164549334540641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-died-and-made-you-king-of-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3085164549334540641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3085164549334540641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-died-and-made-you-king-of-anything.html' title='who died and made you king of anything huh?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2611353661703432249</id><published>2010-10-28T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:47:10.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 24px; line-height: 36px; "&gt;The girl who seemed unbreakable broke, the girl who always laughed cried, the girl who never stop trying finally gave up. She dropped a fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek and she whispered to herself "i can't do this anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2611353661703432249?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2611353661703432249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-who-seemed-unbreakable-broke-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2611353661703432249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2611353661703432249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-who-seemed-unbreakable-broke-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-251139465451031278</id><published>2010-10-25T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:31:47.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian &amp; Muslim</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with my friend after Chemistry class today; lets say her name is B and she's a Christian and this is how the conversation went:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I'm going to this Muslim-Christian dinner tonight. It'll be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Really? I got that invitation too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: What are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ohh, I'm a Muslim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Ouh, so are you going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I dun think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Why? Is it that you just don't care or you have something going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I do care. But I have a meeting til 7:30 and I dun think I could make it on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: They sure do a lot of events. If not, we could just talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yeah, we could. and that's the reason why I kept on having seafood and vegetarian meals. I can only eat Kosher meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:What is actually Kosher meat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Well, kosher is basically the way of the animal slaughtered to get the dirty blood out of the body system. So, you will only get good meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Is that only for precaution or is it part of the religion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: It is part of the religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B:Islam has a lot of rules. We do have these rules too in the Old Testament but now, we'd like to think that everything in the world that the God gave us, is for us to enjoy. It's more like you worship God not because of the rules but simply because you love Him .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I believe that the God made these rules because He loves us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Why is that so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Well, the rules in Islam are actually for the good of the humans themselves. You have to have Kosher meat because He wants you to have good food.  You're not allowed to have alcohol simply because it's bad for your health. Everything's there for a reason. The God loves us, that's why he made those rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: That makes sense. But why do Muhammad had many wives? Isn't that wrong. In Christian, when two human beings were married to each other, the souls will unite. and you can't have a union of 3, 4 and 5 souls right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: That's true. But in Islam, the men are only to have more than one wife for some reasonable reasons. Let's say if the woman is sick and needs the help to go through her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Than why don't just help her? why do you have to marry her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I think that in this case, that woman might need an intensive care and without marrying that girl, rumors and lies will spread and that won't be good. Another reason would be, to have a continuation of generation, you know, if the wife can't have babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: than why not just adopt? I f you weren't meant to have babies, than that's what the God have decided for you, you should accept it right? that's selfish to want the continuation of generation so that the last name would last? There's a lot of children that need to be helped. Seriously, zera? would you want your future husband to marry someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: No, I don't but if he has a really strong and valid reason, than i might have to. If it's just for the sake of lust, that's just completely wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I was quite stunned when the last question spurted out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Allah,  I am lack of knowledge and weak. Show me your guidance for me to stand up for my religion in this very foreign piece of land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-251139465451031278?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/251139465451031278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/christian-muslim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/251139465451031278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/251139465451031278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/christian-muslim.html' title='Christian &amp; Muslim'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-4215328618327470097</id><published>2010-10-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T06:37:37.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a fool again :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I should have seen it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should've read the signs&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I'm the fool again,&lt;br /&gt;I thought this love would never end&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know?&lt;br /&gt;You never told me,&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I'm the fool again&lt;br /&gt;And I who thought you were my friend,&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know?&lt;br /&gt;You never told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-4215328618327470097?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/4215328618327470097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-fool-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4215328618327470097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4215328618327470097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-fool-again.html' title='i&apos;m a fool again :('/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6855120657516183513</id><published>2010-10-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:47:50.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's so bright like matahari :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TLPL98JkZ8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/ap1y2V3RGQ4/s1600/68539_1496400042280_1002476450_1142494_2250454_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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' WHAT THE EFFFF??'</title><content type='html'>eff -ed up doee.. i knew that I signed up for Chemistry honors section. I knew that the work load will be heavier.. what i don't know is, you need to get at least 94? to get an A?? what the eff?? i dun mind the workload ouhh.. but 94 is just too much.. :( siot T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2676901698207464885?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2676901698207464885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-i-was-like-what-effff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2676901698207464885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2676901698207464885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-i-was-like-what-effff.html' title='and I was like.. &apos; WHAT THE EFFFF??&apos;'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-9084931490503909569</id><published>2010-10-05T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:27:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kookoo</title><content type='html'>hey there, hi there, how do you do??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry, i was being a bit kookoo.. if you know what i mean.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is now 2:21 am and i am still in the undergraduate library trying to figure out my project paper for Archaeology.. it should be 6 pages long and i haven't even finished one.. gahh.. this is so sad..  i am really2 tired right now and would LOVE to go back and sleep but looking at the temp indicator on my iphone, it's 5 degree celcius outside.. and i dun wanna freeze my butt off.. HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, anyway, being kookoo and kiasu for another few hours won't harm much.. i can still work on my paper.. it is due this Friday. I hope I can at least finish half of it before 9 am.. hmm.. and still, i have some readings to do for my Ancient Greek Quiz and by some , i meant LOADS.. gahh.. i really could use a break right now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-9084931490503909569?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/9084931490503909569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/kookoo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9084931490503909569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9084931490503909569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/10/kookoo.html' title='kookoo'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-604158353750936843</id><published>2010-09-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T15:41:10.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first quiz in umich!!!</title><content type='html'>So the quiz is for my first year writing course. it was regarding the ancient Greek! super cool!!&lt;div&gt;It wasn't that bad.. it's good but not great.. well, i did burn the midnight oil for this quiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after we were finished with the quiz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen: This quiz will take up to 2% of your total grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Whattt?? 2%?? I worked my butt off for this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam: 2%? you can just ditch this and still get an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I know right.. urghhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was quite disappointing, but I can answer all the questions! so it's good thing all in all.. right?&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/3861982259445307368-604158353750936843?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/604158353750936843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-first-quiz-in-umich.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/604158353750936843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/604158353750936843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-first-quiz-in-umich.html' title='my first quiz in umich!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-4075196721757679124</id><published>2010-09-20T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:03:32.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>math!</title><content type='html'>Shada and I went to the Math Lab to ask questions about Math 216 &amp;amp;217.. We were pretty confused on which tutor's teaching which Math.. so we asked around..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: Are you teaching Math 216 or 217?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutor 1: no, i'm teaching Math 215. but if you have any questions, I would help you figuring it out. Not your homework though. You have to find the respective tutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: ouhhhkayyyy.. err.. we have a general question regarding the R1 R2 R3. How do we know which is which?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutor1: clearly, you're not quite sure about the question you're asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: err.. okay.. for example, if we have a matrix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutor1: matrix doesn't work that way , so the question is invalid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: err.. tell you what, we'll ask the Math 216 or 217 tutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to another desk, our tutor's name is christopher baik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: Hey, are you doing Math 216? do you mind if we join you guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christopher: yeah, sure.. have a seat.. so what's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: regarding these matrix number, how do we find R1 R2 R3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christopher:that's Math 217, i'll try though. well, basically, it depends on the columns and rows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* writes the matrix and equations.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us: cool.. we got it..Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;christopher: no problem.. drop by anytime you have a question..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first tutor was wearing formally, like seriously . and he looks soo nerdy..  christopher was wearing a long sleeve and a 3/4 pants.  he was very friendly too.. unlike the first tutor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get what i'm trying to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pretty annoyed with the first tutor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-4075196721757679124?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/4075196721757679124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/math.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4075196721757679124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4075196721757679124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/math.html' title='math!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6952271099226262827</id><published>2010-09-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:06:40.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 24px; line-height: 36px; "&gt;"It's impossible." said pride. "It's risky." said experience. "It's pointless." said reason. "Give it a try." whispered the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 24px; line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 36px;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6952271099226262827?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6952271099226262827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/read-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6952271099226262827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6952271099226262827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/read-this.html' title='READ THIS!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5437195408260281434</id><published>2010-09-14T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:10:18.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i have been kiasu-ing the whole day.. like seriously.. library is my 2nd home (it is near to my apartment though) ... &lt;div&gt;gahh.. i really could use a break right now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i can't stop.. even for a moment.. huhu.. MATH 215 is full so i have to skip it and do Math 216 which is wayyy complicated compared to Math 215.. I feel like shedding tears now :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i need to submit my assignment which is due this thursday ( now i wonder why i'm wasting my time blogging ) urghh .. you suck zera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the professor said that i should have no prob doing it coz i got pretty high score for my math placement??  dude! i dun even know how to use my graphing calculator.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will take my Math 215 in winter term.. till we meet again .. muahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: this is what happens when you put too much pressure on an immature weird geeky juvenile.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5437195408260281434?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5437195408260281434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-been-kiasu-ing-whole-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5437195408260281434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5437195408260281434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-been-kiasu-ing-whole-day.html' title=':('/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-8414569814695443611</id><published>2010-09-12T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:08:58.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salam eid mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TI0j_460p6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/n2Sx5WVxRVI/s1600/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TI0j_460p6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/n2Sx5WVxRVI/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516104699116562338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is my first time celebrating Eid without my beloved family.  The truth is, there's no more excitement like before..I used to go back to Seremban, my grandparents' house and celebrate eid with the whole family..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well raya was not that bad.. I guess... the suck-ish part is that I had classes till 5pm on the raya day itself .. Fortunately, Chemistry lab was cancelled so my classes ended around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1pm?  Most of my friends skipped their classes.. No, not me.. I didn't skip classes.. I went to my classes.. IN BAJU KURUNG!!..kiasu me .. hehhh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I arrived at Nuha's place at around 3pm? The house was empty, rendang finished.. The girls( Shada and Syiqin) were waiting for Aqmal and Ian to finish their friday prayers.  Luckily, Afiq came and gave us a ride to Kak Andeng's open house. And the awesome part is, she served kuah kacang and laksa sarawak.. I didn't get my rendang though..  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TI0kQzqp7EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AkAtaVcJVr4/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516104989764348994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, on the 2nd raya, Kak Ayu invited us to her house and we reached there at around 2pm.. It was raining though, on our way there :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house was full with guests .. There was a lot of food: rendang:), ketupat, soto, kueh raya, roti jala, kari and lots more. Sangat2 meriah. and2... I wore my green kebaya with my black jeans (malas wanna wear kain) :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met my friends and some awesome seniors.. even though they dun want me to call them KAK? haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, Kak diyana and kak ikha can drive.. yay!! so most probably we'll drive to chicago ..:) in a minivan? haha..  that would be next weekend, for another eid open house.. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-8414569814695443611?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8414569814695443611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/salam-eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8414569814695443611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8414569814695443611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/salam-eid-mubarak.html' title='salam eid mubarak'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TI0j_460p6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/n2Sx5WVxRVI/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3470915220863723831</id><published>2010-09-08T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:49:35.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIhYPaaXsSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ljlV_rI5WD8/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIhYPaaXsSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ljlV_rI5WD8/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514754765526380834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes.. i'm turning into a nerd... that's a statement and i'm proud of it !!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, basically, classes have started and assignments are piling up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yeah.. i have to know my knowledge before the lecture or the discussion starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and maybe sometimes, i overdo it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha.. i was called a nerd in my first ancient greek class by Jenn..which is cool though.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*coz i know she was kidding*..lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta make a good impression in class..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha...  loving it.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3470915220863723831?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3470915220863723831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3470915220863723831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3470915220863723831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-what.html' title='so what?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIhYPaaXsSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ljlV_rI5WD8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3346398515385260915</id><published>2010-09-07T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:25:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>share your genius :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIaRinGM0-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/t7exmcwdelU/s1600/IMG_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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But she was helping people to get their food. She helped me to get my plate and drinks.. it was really nice of her.. she was about 12 years old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her friends were like fooling around with her asking when she's gonna get in line..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and her answer was ' there's no place for me'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked her.. would she like to stand in line in front of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thn i saw the most sincere smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; no sister, there's a lot more people to be served.. dun worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, i was really touched.. she's a kid... and she's helping out at the masjid and yes, with her cemented leg..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could be more like her.. sungguh mulia :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3146569712306783039?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3146569712306783039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-looking-for-girl-with-cemented-leg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3146569712306783039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3146569712306783039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-looking-for-girl-with-cemented-leg.html' title='i&apos;m looking for a girl with a cemented leg.'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6995886032084283809</id><published>2010-09-06T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:37:38.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy night :P</title><content type='html'>&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our UMix Rock the Night party at Michigan League last Saturday night. UMix Rock the Night is one of the welcoming event organized by one of organizations here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was not much of a party, there are activities such as Airbrush tattoo ( i didn't get that though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;board games, Toy Story 3 movie under the star, and KARAOKE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So , we (Shada, Syiqin, Sinyi, Girish , Pauline and i) went to the basement for the karaoke event. There was a stage and people will go on the stage to sing in front of the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, all of us sang "It's my life " by Bon Jovi  on stage. Oh yeahh.. and not to forget, our group name was 'Girish and the Girls' .. HAHA.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do believe we got the crowd rocking with us.. It was very loud, and people were cheering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can watch the video on this link :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=465030580947&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this awesome guy, Nick danced to our karaoke music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was quite friendly with Girish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The group after us sang 'You spin my head right round, right round, when you go down, when you go down down.. LOL'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Nick started dancing in front, and Girish followed him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh (another American joined them) and so do two other mat saleh girls.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Nick was like 'Don't you wanna dance with us in front? ' and I was like 'nahh..' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then he said ' ouhh comee onn... ' reaching out his hand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I was like.... what the heck... why not... :PPPPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeahhh... I danced... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're like a bunch of awesome people dancing in front . LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yup,  this is a picture of us (captured by syiqin) dancing to that song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left: idunnohim:p, girish, me, nick, americangirl1 n josh( yellow shirt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIUXnTPD2VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GMjucSyXf0k/s1600/41040_465267860947_696170947_6409943_1236243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIUXnTPD2VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GMjucSyXf0k/s320/41040_465267860947_696170947_6409943_1236243_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513839282730817874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girish was dancing funnily, he kept on saying "I can't dance" !! and we were like " no one cares "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha.. Nick 's legend... wait for it... dary man.. he's awesome..:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end, baru kiteorang wanna introduce ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nick: you were awesome ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: you were awesome too man.. i'm zera..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nick: i'm nick.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me : cool. *high 5*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we went to play bingo and Pauline won two boxes of cookies (oreos and famous amos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gahhh!!!... i'm soo gonna get fat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our way back, we were like totally shivering coz it was like 6 degree celcius??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, freezing M.A.O...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a memorable night though.. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3861982259445307368-6995886032084283809?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6995886032084283809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-night-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6995886032084283809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6995886032084283809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-night-p.html' title='crazy night :P'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIUXnTPD2VI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GMjucSyXf0k/s72-c/41040_465267860947_696170947_6409943_1236243_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5314175983131322653</id><published>2010-09-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:50:08.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIKibgCyBRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/snMvlL56iBA/s1600/47548_1599306508137_1400274867_1619580_938231_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIKibgCyBRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/snMvlL56iBA/s320/47548_1599306508137_1400274867_1619580_938231_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513147487196677394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=PPPPPPPPPPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know my face looks pretty ugly at this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but........ heeeheeee :PPPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5314175983131322653?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5314175983131322653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/p.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5314175983131322653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5314175983131322653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/p.html' title='=P'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIKibgCyBRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/snMvlL56iBA/s72-c/47548_1599306508137_1400274867_1619580_938231_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1250520576432871832</id><published>2010-09-03T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:42:52.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ballroom dancing !!:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay , so from my previous post, I've mentioned that one of the things that I wanna do before getting married is to take up ballroom dancing . HAHA.. I know right.. So I went for 'escapade' which is a welcoming event here in umich and there's a lot of organizations trying to gather people to join their clubs or so.. and.. guess what I saw??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;"BALLROOM DANCING CLUB!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So I went to the booth and listened to them giving out details about the mass meeting and stuff..and some of them started dancing to the music.. they danced ballroom dancing to a very modern music..modern music as in eminem, rihanna modern music.. which is uber cool!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;i'm soo gonna sign up for this.. even though i know nothing about ballroom dancing. no harm trying right. well, at least I can cancel out ballroom dancing from the list. teeeeheeee.. :P&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIE__qzHyJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OcW7WxfJ9uk/s1600/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIE__qzHyJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OcW7WxfJ9uk/s320/IMG_0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512757781931214994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3861982259445307368-1250520576432871832?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1250520576432871832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/ballroom-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1250520576432871832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1250520576432871832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/ballroom-dancing.html' title='ballroom dancing !!:)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TIE__qzHyJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OcW7WxfJ9uk/s72-c/IMG_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7738751088088825496</id><published>2010-09-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:44:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was lining up to check in. Nan and his friend , David(my friends from China) were in front of me. Thn, David left to the restroom kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nan : Hi, how's it going ?&lt;div&gt;me: pretty good. it's a long line though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan: Yeah.. Anyway, I'm Nan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I'm Zera, nice to meet you. Where are you from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan: I'm from China .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: wow, I'm from Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan: Malaysia? some of our ancestors migrated to Malaysia a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Yeah, there are chinese and indians in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan: So you're the native Malaysian? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Yeah, sort of. I'm a Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan's friend , David came back and Nan excused himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan: This is my friend, David. David, this is Zera. Would you excuse me for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: sure, hi David! nice to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David : hey, nice to meet you too. So, how long have you been here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Three days or so.. *checking out the date on my phone*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David: So, you've gotten your US number already? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: errrr.... yeahh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David: Can I have your number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: errr... i'm not pretty sure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David: emm, sorry, it's pretty offensive to ask for your number now right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yeahh.. i think we should just talk first. see how it goes from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David: sure, I'm really sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: no worries, no harm done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan joined us later on. We started talking bout some cool stuff around campus. and about our origins :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we're done checking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David: Zera, we should hang out sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan: yeah, it'll be fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: Sure!! find me on facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David: so it's Zera Arika eyt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yeah, gotta go. bye ! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: they're really nice people. &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/3861982259445307368-7738751088088825496?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7738751088088825496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7738751088088825496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7738751088088825496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-friends.html' title='New friends :)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6632272324239291835</id><published>2010-09-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:16:22.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first semester in UMICH :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I can transfer up to 41 credit hours from Uniten, which is quite surprising coz i tot i signed up as a freshman. Anyway, that's not bad at all. I don't have to face the same Chemistry , Physics and Calculus course. Since I only took up till Calculus II, my advisor advised me to take Calculus III although it's not in the engineering requirement. AND.. I still need to do my Chemistry 210 and 211. I saw the instructor's name list and I spotted 'JENNIFER ANNE MCNEIL', she graduated from Cornell and did her post grad at MIT! and her research field is very wide but her classes are fully reserved for Honors students only. So, I decided to email the Honors section for the permission to join the section because I want to be in Ms McNeil's class. The person in charge said that she will look at my records and placement results to see if I'm eligible for it.and guess what? i got in!!  "I hope you enjoy the challenge" that's what she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, I took up some classes to fulfill my Humanities and Social Science requirement  which is up to 16 credit hours . I decided on Biology( Animal Behavior) , COMPLIT( Travels to Greece)  , GEOSCI (Natural Parks and monuments) and a DANCE class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found that there was just one opening seat for a First Year Writing Course  and the topic was Ancient Greek !!! and I was very excited of the topic !! so I just sign up for it. But taking up soo much classes is not a very good idea so I have to cut down some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since GEOSCI and BIOLOGY are natural sciences, I have to let them go. I signed up for a social science class: ARCHEOLOGY!!  (wanted to take political science but the time clashes ) huhu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for some unknown reasons, I can't sign up for a dance class. (reserved or something) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... I ended up having Math (Calculus III), Chemistry 210 and 211, Archeology, COMPLIT(Travels to Greece) and Writing ( Ancient Greek)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of dropping COMPLIT if it's too much.. we'll see how it goes :)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TH853-8W1TI/AAAAAAAAASw/eqSPj9vf3UA/s1600/uchxcr.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TH853-8W1TI/AAAAAAAAASw/eqSPj9vf3UA/s400/uchxcr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512188102876517682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my first semester schedule :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3861982259445307368-6632272324239291835?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6632272324239291835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-can-transfer-up-to-41-credit-hours.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6632272324239291835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6632272324239291835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-can-transfer-up-to-41-credit-hours.html' title='my first semester in UMICH :)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TH853-8W1TI/AAAAAAAAASw/eqSPj9vf3UA/s72-c/uchxcr.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2208771904862958177</id><published>2010-09-01T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:29:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want to do before I get married??</title><content type='html'>1) graduate? duhh :P&lt;div&gt;2) with at least double major or more ( chemical eng/biomedical eng)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) do my own research&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) work with awesome professors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) do a post grad at an awesome research school ( princeton? :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) travel !! (states+europe+ everywhere) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) own a mini cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) bungee jump ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) do something really HUGE for mama&amp;amp;papa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) do lomography:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) stick the whole house's walls with lomo pics :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) take up some dance class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) do ballroom dancing? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) learn piano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) rock climbing ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the things I could think of right now.. I'll add up my goals from time to time :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2208771904862958177?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2208771904862958177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-want-to-do-before-i-get.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2208771904862958177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2208771904862958177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-want-to-do-before-i-get.html' title='Things I want to do before I get married??'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2054129865298012603</id><published>2010-08-31T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:42:00.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka in Ann Arbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TH3ZhZIRv-I/AAAAAAAAASg/NzErM_Yf2GA/s1600/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TH3ZhZIRv-I/AAAAAAAAASg/NzErM_Yf2GA/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511800686675869666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not the same between celebrating Merdeka in Ann Arbor and in Malaysia. Most people would say that you won't get the feeling of Merdeka-ness if you celebrate it elsewhere. So I am here now to prove you wrong mister.  You're utterly wrong. Living in Ann Arbor for the past week has taught me how to appreciate my own country and stand by it. We, students are representing Malaysia in other countries and we have to stand by each other in whatever conditions. This is when the 1-Malaysia spirit is badly needed. Be it here or there, Malaysia or elsewhere, I will stand by my country, Malaysia. Happy Independence Day Malaysia ! love ~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2054129865298012603?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2054129865298012603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/merdeka-in-ann-arbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2054129865298012603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2054129865298012603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/merdeka-in-ann-arbor.html' title='Merdeka in Ann Arbor'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TH3ZhZIRv-I/AAAAAAAAASg/NzErM_Yf2GA/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-8461618790758268530</id><published>2010-08-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:55:33.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From US with love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the fatal 24 hours flight, Pauline and I reached Ann Arbor on Tuesday , at around 12.45 pm (A^2 time) which is exactly 12 hours later than Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm writing this blog at 12.17 a.m,so it should be 12.17 pm back in Malaysia ( i know, i'm lame)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;whatever, ok, besides that, the puasa time here in A^2 is from 5.30 am (sunrise) till 8.30 pm (sunset). yup one hour more than Malaysia ( nah, not a problem, i'm a strong kid :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, for the past three days, Pauline and I have been buying things to settle into our apartment. Well, the apartment is fully furnished but we still need to get our own pillows and food (coz we planned on cooking instead of dining out) . We also did our student ID( to get free bus rides lol) , and opened our new account ( just to clear our check). It takes around 5 days though to get the money. Far too long dude. HEH ! -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The main reason why we took around three days to go shopping and settle down is because the bus stop is far away from our apartment that we have to walk for about 300 meter with our hands full of heavy groceries. gahhhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/THiRhL2V6nI/AAAAAAAAASA/IxDTtU3D0co/s1600/fLRVZz.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/THiRhL2V6nI/AAAAAAAAASA/IxDTtU3D0co/s400/fLRVZz.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510314143390231154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 65px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Okay, the alphabet A is the bus stop, which is at the michigan union and our apartment is at the other end, near the pinball thingy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;imagine us carrying heavy loads of groceries along that road..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;man, that just killed me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyway, my apartment is AWESOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and yes ! that is a statement. muahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i know, get a life right haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;you can find the pictures in my photo album on facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2078313&amp;amp;id=1439504673&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;ngeeee... you can find AWESOMENESS by clicking the link to my photos in A^2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;IPHONE4!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;yes!!! i do own an iphone4!! lol.. and it's super-awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;yeahh, iphones are overrated, but seriously, who cares?? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and here's a picture of my lovely iphone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/THiT1ypjYmI/AAAAAAAAASI/PPcvCZzGjKg/s1600/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/THiT1ypjYmI/AAAAAAAAASI/PPcvCZzGjKg/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510316696426209890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;so, let us continue with the awesomeness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I COOKED!! i made my own waffle for sahur !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;made some for pauline as well ... weeee :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/THiUbkYevqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oF5BcDbPJQM/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/THiUbkYevqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oF5BcDbPJQM/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510317345431535266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orientation was awesome too !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i made some awesome new friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hern, from Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa, from Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nan and David , from China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have pictures of them though, maybe tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i learned some new lines from Melissa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:hola :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which means hello ( duhhhh -.-") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;: no ablo espaniol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it means, i dun speak spanish :)) cool huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nan and David told me that they also have durians in China and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was like , FOR REALL??  *quiet embarrassing though*.. heh -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, during buka puasa, Kak Midah and Kak aisyah brought me and a few other muslims to buka puasa at  Kak Andeng's house (i hope i spelled her name right :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She lives and works in A^2 , and there is a few others who work here as well.. with families.. with kids .. you know :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe we'll celebrate Aidilfitri with them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if I'll end up having a family, and working in A^2.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: A^2 means Ann Arbor, Michigan. HEHE :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-8461618790758268530?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8461618790758268530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-us-with-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8461618790758268530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8461618790758268530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-us-with-love.html' title='From US with love :)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/THiRhL2V6nI/AAAAAAAAASA/IxDTtU3D0co/s72-c/fLRVZz.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6397738741553753804</id><published>2010-08-20T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:56:51.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kecewa</title><content type='html'>During my last semester in Uniten , I had a lecturer who taught us Islamic Studies. Frankly speaking, I don't fancy him.. at all...  He always favors the guys. The girls in the class are invisible, all the time.  There was a session with the non-muslims, and he shows attitude towards the non-muslims and being racist all the time. I don't feel comfortable during that session , I can see that none of us was too.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to go along and show him some respect that an educator deserves.. but as time passes by.. I just lost them because he really favors the guys * i mean like really2 tried his best to gain their attention* and even the guys are freaking worried about him.. being him.. frankly speaking, i really think he's gay.. well, that's not for me to judge.. but at a point where he scolded me because I talked to one of his favorite students *a guy*.. i was really pissed off.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A month later, he was hired to work with a politician and he quitted teaching us. An ustaz replaced him, I felt more comfortable learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today , he posted something on facebook:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 5.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;W&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;ahai Bangsa ku MELAYU ! Kite kene bantu ekonomi kaum Cina dan India kerana mereka ini bangsa yang MUNDUR, hampir MATI KELAPARAN, MEREMPAT tepi jalan xde RUMAH, kita kene MULIAKAN TETAMU ... BUKANKAH ITU ADAT MELAYU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was quiet pissed.. Who are you to say that?  ape kau rase mulia kah? posting something like that? during Ramadhan lagi? menghina bangsa lain sedemikian rupa? secara terang-terangan kau menzahirkan kejahilan kau.. What happened to menghormati setiap insan di dunia.. lain bangsa? lain agama? even though you loathe them so much, it doesn't give you the right to degrade them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm not surprised..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Melayu Mudah lupa' - Dr. Mahathir &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/3861982259445307368-6397738741553753804?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6397738741553753804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/kecewa.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6397738741553753804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6397738741553753804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/kecewa.html' title='kecewa'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6662096422570555225</id><published>2010-08-19T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:29:59.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving in like 4 days?</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's approximately 94 hours before I leave Malaysia on the 23rd.. gahh !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bags are packed =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things are ready=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;documents are settled =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;online surveys etc.. done =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that I need to do now is my Math Placement yang aku sgt2 malas nak buat..huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... print out my e-ticket..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thn i'm ready to go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.. okay.. I dun think I'm set for that yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; adeyhh.. I still have to work on my mental strength.. ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6662096422570555225?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6662096422570555225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/leaving-in-like-4-days.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6662096422570555225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6662096422570555225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/leaving-in-like-4-days.html' title='Leaving in like 4 days?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-8124072635561310675</id><published>2010-08-19T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:19:35.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sappy me T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I came across this quote in fiki's blog ( my cool, awesome sis ;p) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;"If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they're yours; if they don't, they never were." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;Letting you go is the hardest thing for me to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;and I've been there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;Watching you slipped away from my thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;Even when I dun want you to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;You never really left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;But I do really have to let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;And now you're back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;it's bittersweet, to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;I miss you.. A lot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;Though I know that the word 'us' is no longer a probable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;If they come back, they're yours, if they don't, they never were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;It will only be another goodbye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;and both of us will go our separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;All the best is all I can say. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;Gahhh ! I'm sappy !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;and pathetic.. urghhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-8124072635561310675?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8124072635561310675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/sappy-me-tt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8124072635561310675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8124072635561310675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/sappy-me-tt.html' title='sappy me T.T'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-4714069710147687446</id><published>2010-08-18T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:03:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bukan terhandal, bukan terkuat, cuma terhandal dalam apa ku buat ! yeahh !</title><content type='html'>How do we measure success? Is it by comparing our achievement with others? Most people do this. But personally, I feel that you can't just compare your achievement with other people. Let's say that I just received my results for my mid term test, my classmate scored better than I did. Does that mean that he is more successful than me? Maybe.. But, what if he only scored because he is lucky enough that the questions asked were studied the day before. What if he scored because the mid term test was tested on his specialty subject?No, you can't measure success like that. Each and every one of us has our own specialty. Maybe , my classmate is good at comprehending the subject theoretically and I on the other hand, prefer to get my hands on the subject. I might not know the scientific names or the history of the process but I may know how to explain the process to the very bits of it and apply the process in our every day life . What if I can even invent something new out of the process through my own understanding?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're an athlete, you can't have speed, strength, agility and consistency all at the same high par. Someone else might be faster than you, even though you are stronger than him. Someone else might be more flexible than you, even though you are more consistent than him. Everyone has his own specialty. You know yours so unleash it, because you are the most successful person if you know how to use the gift given by God wisely. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-4714069710147687446?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/4714069710147687446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/bukan-terhandal-bukan-terkuat-cuma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4714069710147687446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4714069710147687446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/bukan-terhandal-bukan-terkuat-cuma.html' title='bukan terhandal, bukan terkuat, cuma terhandal dalam apa ku buat ! yeahh !'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1008601803465128042</id><published>2010-08-18T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:28:56.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is 'good' but not 'great'. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Everything is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , but not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is better than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is definitely better than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is pretty impressive. But I will make sure I will reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soon. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-1008601803465128042?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1008601803465128042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-is-good-but-not-great.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1008601803465128042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1008601803465128042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-is-good-but-not-great.html' title='Everything is &apos;good&apos; but not &apos;great&apos;. :)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5770173385938414163</id><published>2010-08-17T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:20:36.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you immature punk!</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving for the states on august 23rd, monday, at 11.40 pm . Will be in KLIA 2 hours before departure.  Will depart from kl to london (that will take around 13hours) and arrive at 5.50am london time. Transit for 3hours and 30 mins before continuing my journey to detroit via delta airlines . This part of journey will take about 8 hours . The ETA (estimated time of arrival) is at&lt;div&gt;12.40 pm.   i'm lucky to get 30kg allowance for my luggage. God knows how much stuff I wanna bring along with me.  (noob me, explaining the e-ticketing thingamajingy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;FAILED &lt;/span&gt;miserably at packing. I didn't even know what the hell was i thinking to not give a damn about packing. Man, I 'm terribly screwed up. I tried putting aside all my clothes which I wanna bring with me and I ended up getting the whole closet cleared out. gahhh ! you suck zera ! Why? Why do you have to jeopardize yourself with your rebelliousness and immaturity??Why are you having second thoughts? You're supposed to be excited silly!  Don't you wanna chase your dreams in the states? in Michigan? Don't you wanna do well and go Princeton for your post grad? Don't you wanna work at a large force and make huge differences? Don't you wanna own that damn mini cooper? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to change.. I need to be more mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gahh !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5770173385938414163?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5770173385938414163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-immature-punk.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5770173385938414163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5770173385938414163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-immature-punk.html' title='you immature punk!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-9004237922235641905</id><published>2010-08-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:34:53.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome ramadhan. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I woke up this morning for sahur.. thn tak taw mcm mane, i went back to sleep.. gahhhh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FAIL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;have to be more disciplined.. bukan budak kecik lagi adeyhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quiet pissed with myself for that.. I have to change.. be a better person , kalau kat sini dah liat.. sana nnti lagi lah teruk.. ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eyhh, zera2.. yoshh.. ganbatte ne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hopefully, this ramadhan will be better thn the previous ones.. amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TGI2Tqge7gI/AAAAAAAAAR0/OyIy1J9gCaA/s1600/Ramadhan+Highway+Code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TGI2Tqge7gI/AAAAAAAAAR0/OyIy1J9gCaA/s400/Ramadhan+Highway+Code.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504021406056115714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-9004237922235641905?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/9004237922235641905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9004237922235641905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9004237922235641905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-ramadhan.html' title='welcome ramadhan. :)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TGI2Tqge7gI/AAAAAAAAAR0/OyIy1J9gCaA/s72-c/Ramadhan+Highway+Code.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2104171687243873244</id><published>2010-08-10T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:56:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TGIs0Tio37I/AAAAAAAAARk/afb1pdw3BqM/s1600/4569_83414492607_724382607_1734169_6503871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TGIs0Tio37I/AAAAAAAAARk/afb1pdw3BqM/s200/4569_83414492607_724382607_1734169_6503871_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504010971710545842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mama= you ran in your heels? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me= yes, i did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mama= and you fell , flat on the ground?? HAHAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me= maaa... that was last year, learnt my lesson.. sakitt.. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mama= stupid things people do for love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me= i know..  it was idiotic.. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mama= never mind, you'll find someone who would fall flat on the ground for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me= really?? gahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mama= haha .. u fell ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me= (=.=")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pic: mom and dad :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2104171687243873244?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2104171687243873244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2104171687243873244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2104171687243873244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html' title='love?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TGIs0Tio37I/AAAAAAAAARk/afb1pdw3BqM/s72-c/4569_83414492607_724382607_1734169_6503871_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-144220512873341175</id><published>2010-07-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:17:00.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sicko ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i was really sick for the past two weeks.. like really sick.. and i still am.. first was the tonsil infection that i got from my sister, after i recovered from that, i got some rash.. which is pretty common for me cause my skin can't tolerate the hot weather. after a few days, my head started aching and i had really bad stomach.. i vomit for about 7 to 8 times that day.. and the doc i went to gave me the medicine for gastric... when the aching and vomiting didn't ease... i decided to go to a diff doc to get 2nd opinion and my mom showed the medicine i've been taking.. and the doc was quiet surprised that the other doc had been given me gastric medicine when my main problem is headache.. after taking the new medicine for headache.. i got better, so i went to ref a game in klebang and got my eyes infected.. my eyes were red.. and my throat was aching.. after taking the medicine for that.. my head started spinning AGAIN!! i went to the same doc and he said that it's no longer just a headache, it was a migraine attack.. i'm, still 18 and i had a migraine attack.. he said that it may be caused from stress etc.. i sound so old.. and yes, i have to depend on the medicine.. i hate that!! damn... i'll try to figure out the cause of this attack.. funny coz i dun have any problems.. sobs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TDtN2OWjbyI/AAAAAAAAARc/rLw4hjmLL7w/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TDtN2OWjbyI/AAAAAAAAARc/rLw4hjmLL7w/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493069764469419810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-144220512873341175?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/144220512873341175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/07/sicko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/144220512873341175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/144220512873341175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/07/sicko.html' title='sicko ;('/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TDtN2OWjbyI/AAAAAAAAARc/rLw4hjmLL7w/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-8286651257390699969</id><published>2010-07-06T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:19:42.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ukelele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TDNJbtXuT3I/AAAAAAAAARU/v9Wsw6DrJ04/s1600/12323_1458203261952_1439504673_31222926_1557880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TDNJbtXuT3I/AAAAAAAAARU/v9Wsw6DrJ04/s320/12323_1458203261952_1439504673_31222926_1557880_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813111079161714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;have you guys ever heard of ukelele? it's similar to a guitar but only smaller and it has 4 strings, compared to a guitar which has 6. The first time I heard about ukelele was from a friend, my uniten friend, Zhaf. He explained about this guitar miniature with 4 strings and how similar the methods of playing with guitar. Afiq, another friend of ours, plays it quiet well. He performed during events and i saw some of his videos.. impressive.. haha.. and now, my another friend, Aliff bought it too.. haha. and i'm not surprised if people started to play ukelele instead of guitar, it's cheaper and pretty cool stuff too..:DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-8286651257390699969?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8286651257390699969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/07/ukelele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8286651257390699969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8286651257390699969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/07/ukelele.html' title='ukelele'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TDNJbtXuT3I/AAAAAAAAARU/v9Wsw6DrJ04/s72-c/12323_1458203261952_1439504673_31222926_1557880_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7155679983774896662</id><published>2010-07-02T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:19:55.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for laugh.. NOT TRUE though!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TC4fnzLGjVI/AAAAAAAAARM/D6z5y-NAjU4/s1600/34460_411903441601_776661601_4392691_145689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TC4fnzLGjVI/AAAAAAAAARM/D6z5y-NAjU4/s320/34460_411903441601_776661601_4392691_145689_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489359764423347538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-7155679983774896662?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7155679983774896662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-for-laugh-not-true-though.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7155679983774896662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7155679983774896662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-for-laugh-not-true-though.html' title='just for laugh.. NOT TRUE though!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TC4fnzLGjVI/AAAAAAAAARM/D6z5y-NAjU4/s72-c/34460_411903441601_776661601_4392691_145689_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2917748940017406653</id><published>2010-06-29T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:40:14.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqXWRLloyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/xzDeeZoYRBE/s320/roomJ.gif'/><title type='text'>housing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;i finally confirmed the housing for pauline and me!! It's on the 10th floor, Apts 1001..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;i bet the view would be superb.. one thing that i really like about this apartment is that i think it's really spacious.. expanded bedroom with two desks and expanded living room.. more spaces to study and lepak..haha.. the building also provides a lot of facilities like gymnasium , swimming pool and it's near to starbuck too!! haha..can't wait..;)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqYvQQS_TI/AAAAAAAAARE/wn3O6ZJq0Ms/s1600/ut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqYvQQS_TI/AAAAAAAAARE/wn3O6ZJq0Ms/s320/ut1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488367033488964914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqYu_i_pdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Uxq7rVk8kms/s1600/ut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqYu_i_pdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Uxq7rVk8kms/s320/ut3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488367029003986386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqYuBdNtlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-Jef5zaTbEE/s1600/ut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqYuBdNtlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-Jef5zaTbEE/s320/ut2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488367012336744018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqX8NK04CI/AAAAAAAAAQs/L5XcgJ0oAQo/s1600/roomJ.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqX8NK04CI/AAAAAAAAAQs/L5XcgJ0oAQo/s320/roomJ.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488366156487385122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;our room floor plan!! ;))&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/3861982259445307368-2917748940017406653?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2917748940017406653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/housing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2917748940017406653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2917748940017406653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/housing.html' title='housing!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCqYvQQS_TI/AAAAAAAAARE/wn3O6ZJq0Ms/s72-c/ut1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3805917514623204670</id><published>2010-06-29T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T05:46:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>found it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCnqyZLfNTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5qYMOaZVLGc/s1600/DSC03457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCnqyZLfNTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5qYMOaZVLGc/s320/DSC03457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488175772401087794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;OMG!! OMG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;i tot i really lost my bracelet !! hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;man, i'm so relieved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;it's gift from a friend..  a really good friend.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;cuak!! of coz lah.. i was looking for this bracelet for the past few months.. i did a lot of spring cleaning kat apartment in ilmu.. but still x jumpe jugak.. so i tot i dropped it smewhere out of my apartment..huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;end up jumpe this cool bracelet in the drawer at my home in ipoh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;woooohhooo.. now i feel great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;well, my mom said that i'm not good at keeping stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;"x pandai jaga barang".. well, can't argue on that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;but i really2 dun wanna lose this thing.. it's a gift.. ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3805917514623204670?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3805917514623204670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/found-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3805917514623204670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3805917514623204670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/found-it.html' title='found it!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCnqyZLfNTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5qYMOaZVLGc/s72-c/DSC03457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7003994259871783787</id><published>2010-06-29T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T05:43:22.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome knight and day!! *ipoh style*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCnqPC0aAiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yvQLEK8KngQ/s200/Knight+and+Day+movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488175165103276578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i had a great knight and day with my fellow friends from uniten &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;yeahh, sorang from kajang and another one from setiawangsa..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;they came to ipoh atas urusan2 tertentu so we sort of enjoyed ipoh's awesomeness after that..lol&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;so zhaf and me from ipoh, aliff from kajang and fidh frm setiawangsa..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;so we just detour around ipoh and had lunch in mee rebus ramli and 'lepak' at this new park called eco park.. *never went here b4 haha.. the place is so beautiful and very peaceful..cool place for recreational purpose..lol;pp&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and when it started raining, we went to jusco and watched a movie!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;"KNIGHT AND DAY" awesome huh? haha.. then the g&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;uys went shopping.. pretty much like girls even though they didn't wanna admit it..haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;aliff bought an ukelele which cost around 48..pretty cool stuff... i think i have a pic of it down here.. just hope that he has the determination to play ukelele, coz it needs loads of practice..;p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;so the next day, we had our lunch at 1.10, and i'm the victim coz i promised them that i would &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;belanje them if they came down to ipoh.. man, they're serious ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCnp_ys3e4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ow7HneaaVEI/s200/DSC03452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488174903078648706" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;haha.. things went well.. and they left for kl at 1.30&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;thanks for the awesomeness guys!! ipoh mali!! ;DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;i studied in uniten , i'm taking engineering in UMich when i really hate physics.. funny huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yeahh, i think it's funny coz i can barely survive my physics test..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;man, this is suicide... i wanted to become a medical stuudent, treat people, wear cool white coat and other stuff... read big books, wear thick glasses.. and become a nerd.. okay.. maybe i over-exaggerated it.. haha.. but i really think it's cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you know, being a doctor.. but the sad thing is , i'm really scared of blood , only the sight of it makes me sick.. seriously, bukan mengade ke ape.. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so one day, there's this blood donation event being held in uniten's library... at first, i just wanted to check my blood type.. so the nurse poked me with a needle and test in on the board and yay!!! i'm in the 'o' group.. a universal donor.. so i was thinking what the heck.. just donate it.. who knows when I lost some blood, maybe there's no one there to donate any for me.. what goes around, comes around kan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;trust me, it's not the needle that i'm afraid of, i can feel my blood flowing through the tube and into the bag.. man, i felt like screaming but when you awesome friends around, you can't help but just laugh at yourself, even when your friends made fun of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the awesome part of the blood donation is when the nurse put the whole pack of my blood on my legs.. i think it's pretty cool LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i guess that's the first step to overcome my fear of blood.. and i'm pretty much proud of myself for that..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS THAT HELPED ME THROUGH IT =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZn3QcN4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/2T8sKCgpqGM/s1600/b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZn3QcN4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/2T8sKCgpqGM/s320/b9.jpg" 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auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZm0C5XYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PPssWc6F77w/s320/b7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488086513012530562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHAO SHEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZmTcypvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JwFoU7krpjk/s1600/b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZmTcypvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JwFoU7krpjk/s320/b6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488086504262772466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YANG YANG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZIyWMxYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1IydeZ58ui4/s1600/b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZIyWMxYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1IydeZ58ui4/s320/b5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488085997160547714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZAKI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THE BLOOD PACK ON MY LEGS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZIlvqnjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PBFip9xwQ4Q/s1600/b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZIlvqnjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/PBFip9xwQ4Q/s320/b4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488085993777700402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MY BLOOD PACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZIHhvjXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ty7iAx_VC4s/s1600/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZIHhvjXI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ty7iAx_VC4s/s320/b3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488085985666239858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MY LIL PACK =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZHoh6BcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Day5dPlBAEY/s1600/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZHoh6BcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Day5dPlBAEY/s320/b2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488085977345426882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DONATING =) *IRWAN KAREN AND ME *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZHZy3i4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/bKlPVkP2Pa8/s1600/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZHZy3i4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/bKlPVkP2Pa8/s320/b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488085973390035842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3097270533306985484?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3097270533306985484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/fear-of-blood.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3097270533306985484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3097270533306985484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/fear-of-blood.html' title='fear of blood?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TCmZn3QcN4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/2T8sKCgpqGM/s72-c/b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7401982088657981950</id><published>2010-06-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:21:00.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the debt that all men pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TBxFQSaZR-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/lBP3Q8j5jzw/s1600/31260_1500262033395_1439504673_31323412_2484283_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/TBxFQSaZR-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/lBP3Q8j5jzw/s320/31260_1500262033395_1439504673_31323412_2484283_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484334592353191906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i miss you.. badly.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;since you got your new job.. we seldom talk to each other any more..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;you used to be my mentor, my coach, my bro.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;help me out during training, in rink and my everyday life..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i remember you came to uniten once to bring me out for dinner..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;coz your boss had some issues to be handled around that area.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;we talked about stuff.. about life..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;but that was last year..  than i did not hear from you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;until last week, when i heard that you were brought in to ICU..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;heart problem.. i remember when you told me that you have difficulties with your heart, plus your work made it worse.. the stress and all.. i can see the miseries through your eyes.. i wish i could have done something about it..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i was in camp when i received the news.. you're no longer here..in the world..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;no more "abg amir!!" no more "lambat lah zera" no more "telinge zera dah merah" and no more " zera busuk!!" from him.. you know.. i'll miss that.. soo much..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i wanted to see you for the last time.. but i can't .. the person in charge won't let me go off the campsite.. i was thinking of driving back, hopefully to see you for the last time.. the next day, my friend told me that his friend was brought to ICU&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;so yeah.. i followed him to visit his friend.. the place is full of sorrow..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;the situation could have been the same with abg amir.. i felt sad.. even though i dunno him.. he reminded me a lot of abg amir..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;in the evening.. he left the world too..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;two lost in two days.. that's a lot to handle..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;i hope i will be fully prepared when the time comes..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;abg amir, till we meet again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-7401982088657981950?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7401982088657981950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/debt-that-all-men-pay.html#comment-form' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5486203550364026212</id><published>2010-06-05T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:13:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchiness? yeah, it's a part of me.. when situation calls for it.</title><content type='html'>well, i tried my best to give and take..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried my best to be patient ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried to care..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried to be a good friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what did you do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all u care about is you, you and you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you ditched your friend..(even when you know that she's out there in danger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think that everyone is at your service..( WTH?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm done trying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ignored you.. but the hatred got piled up when you did the same thing over and over again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry i lashed out at your face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh wait, i dun feel sorry..&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5486203550364026212?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5486203550364026212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/bitchiness-yeah-its-part-of-me-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5486203550364026212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5486203550364026212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/06/bitchiness-yeah-its-part-of-me-when.html' title='bitchiness? yeah, it&apos;s a part of me.. when situation calls for it.'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' 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collecting donations, buying the stuff needed, planning the activities) ,we've decided to go to sabak bernam to pay a visit to an orphanage. The orphans are around the age of 12 till 17 and they looked very excited to see us coming. But the funny thing is, there was a lot more facilitators(us) than the participants( the orphans). Imagine 3 of the facilitators guiding a participant during the tuition slot. My 'brother' ( the one that i guided along with iqbal and yusuf) , looked so unease with that situation, maybe he's a bit shy. To avoid the oddness, i've decided to join the other two groups and play a few games( buaya/biawak, capkilicap, number). Playing these games reminds me of my childhood (ngeng ;p) and yusuf lost the number game and got jentik-ed 40 over times by the orphans. It was fun seeing him suffer ( i sound soo evil) haha.. and the kids enjoyed jentik-ing him too.. lol... knowing the fact that these kids don't have parents, i tried my best to give them my full attention and love.. they should know that there are people who still care about them.. the world is full of love.. lets share the love together..  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-8890946457649643147?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8890946457649643147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/helping-needy-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8890946457649643147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8890946457649643147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/helping-needy-ones.html' title='helping the needy ones.. ;)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3432045538900684660</id><published>2010-05-21T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:45:05.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only i can punch his face.. u punched his face too? i'm gonna break yours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S_ZV9fnn9RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sslq71gHKts/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S_ZV9fnn9RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sslq71gHKts/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473656912063493394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;mama received a phone call from seratas( my brother's school) this morning. so they (mom and dad) rushed to taiping to see what's going on..  the principal told my parents that a form 2 boy wanted to dismiss himself from that school because he was always bullied by a group of seniors ( which is normal in boarding schools) but before he left, he brought his brother, ( a final year student in uniten) to meet the group of seniors (including my brother) , and they argued and that guy gave a one solid punch to my brother's face... so the principal was worried that my brother would make a police report regarding that matter so they called up my parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;whoever you are dude.. i know what my brother did was wrong but i dun think he deserved a punch from YOU!! come on, you're 24 and he's only 17.. i tot you can think better..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;only i can punch his face.. u'd regret doing that .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3432045538900684660?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3432045538900684660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-i-can-punch-his-face-u-punched-his.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3432045538900684660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3432045538900684660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-i-can-punch-his-face-u-punched-his.html' title='only i can punch his face.. u punched his face too? i&apos;m gonna break yours..'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S_ZV9fnn9RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sslq71gHKts/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5280164227205050084</id><published>2010-05-19T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:16:08.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tears..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S_PIOh5HCVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pOV0ARrEXHQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S_PIOh5HCVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pOV0ARrEXHQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472938124126914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;am i a baby? a cry baby i suppose.. i dun get emo that often especially over small matters.. some say i look dull( in the sense that i dun look that i have any feelings at all) just a plain cloth.. i shut up when people treat me badly .. laugh along when people make fun of me or anything.. i mingle with everyone.. be as zealous as i can be.. but the thing is, i get hurt in the process.. yet i still put on my smiley face , deal with emo people even when i'm really sick of their unreasonable actions.... the sad, hatred and evil feelings got piled up over time.. and today, the smallest matter ever has triggered it, the tears that have been carefully hidden for long .. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s: sorry dude , didn't mean for you to face and witness this.. it's not your fault, really.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5280164227205050084?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5280164227205050084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5280164227205050084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5280164227205050084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears.html' title='tears..'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S_PIOh5HCVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pOV0ARrEXHQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1408301073769197169</id><published>2010-05-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:22:31.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knock YOU down</title><content type='html'>target...locked... no one can ever say anything about this anymore.. no more making fun of this thing... ingat bagus sangat?? hah!!! bring it on!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just do it zera!! hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: jgn layan this post, i'm self-motivating.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-1408301073769197169?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1408301073769197169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/knock-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1408301073769197169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1408301073769197169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/knock-you-down.html' title='knock YOU down'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7272246302533159131</id><published>2010-05-14T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:00:29.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1dyU0aVVI/AAAAAAAAANk/FjqyRsZlr0A/s320/images.jpg'/><title type='text'>good bye Minnesota.. hello Michigan..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1i50NpaUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qiVb9qs2Dgo/s1600/MICHIGAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1i50NpaUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qiVb9qs2Dgo/s320/MICHIGAN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471137867732969794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;good bye Minnesota.. hello Michigan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;it is hard to let go of something that you really like for something that is good for you..hmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It is undeniable that Michigan is better thn Minnesota.. but I always see myself going to Minnesota.. the place where I think is good for me.. One of the best school for Chemical Engineering studies.. and less Malaysians go there since JPA have dropped out ths uni from the list because of their insurance policy... if i have been given the choice to choose.. it's Minnesota.. it's just my preference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Since Minnesota is not preferable by sime, i can't do anything about it.. and the offer from Michigan is like my life savor to study in US... plus, my besties, pauline and aqmal (from sime) are going there too... i bet it will be so much fun with them around.. can't wait for US !! ;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;will update you guys with the housings and stuff..(sorry, i get a lil bit excited over insignificant stuff).. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1i5n7wiBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pJ0GiI2y_bU/s320/COE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471137864436713490" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Michigan campus;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1fSUF4f2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7GnW12at-cU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471133890560687970" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Michigan beach ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1dyU0aVVI/AAAAAAAAANk/FjqyRsZlr0A/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471132241488401746" /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Michigan city ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-7272246302533159131?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7272246302533159131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bye-minnesota-hello-michigan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7272246302533159131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7272246302533159131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bye-minnesota-hello-michigan.html' title='good bye Minnesota.. hello Michigan..=)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-1i50NpaUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qiVb9qs2Dgo/s72-c/MICHIGAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6805873319069565311</id><published>2010-05-12T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:40:08.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play your cards well..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-uAz4GH5fI/AAAAAAAAANU/Py29fA79VHg/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-uAz4GH5fI/AAAAAAAAANU/Py29fA79VHg/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470607801091352050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;i'm supposed to prepare for my chemistry presentation but can't help it , so here goes my blog.. recently, i've mentioned a phrase to my guy friends when we were playing cards, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;'it's not all about the cards, it's how you play the cards'&lt;/span&gt;.. come to think of it, it's quiet true.. you can't change what you have, you can only plan well to get the best of what you have.. because a person with 2 spade can lose the game and not only that, a person with three 2s also can lose the game... same goes with chess... you can't get back the pieces you have lost (unless your pawn made it to the end) .. but what you can do is, play by tactics (pin, castlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-uA0bUNvuI/AAAAAAAAANc/RlQYc7zWpIQ/s200/images2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470607810545696482" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;g, dragon, fairy tale tactics etc..) .. when you really use up all the things you have, even a pawn can checkmate the king... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;All i'm trying to convey here is.. don't lose hope just because you don't have what others have.. see the best in yourself.. play your cards well .. love, zera =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6805873319069565311?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6805873319069565311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/play-your-cards-well.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6805873319069565311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6805873319069565311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/play-your-cards-well.html' title='Play your cards well..=)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-uAz4GH5fI/AAAAAAAAANU/Py29fA79VHg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1833688450118135275</id><published>2010-05-07T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:03:02.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just STAB Caesar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-RimGdwZNI/AAAAAAAAANM/b67MhxeoU7I/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-RimGdwZNI/AAAAAAAAANM/b67MhxeoU7I/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468604254244594898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why should Caesar get to stomp arnd like a giant, while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What's so great about Caesar? Hm? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. Brutus is just as smart as Caesar. People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar. And when did it become okay for one person to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that's what Rome is about. We should totally just STAB Caesar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;stop thinking that everything in this world is at your service... get lost punk..&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/3861982259445307368-1833688450118135275?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1833688450118135275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-stab-caesar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1833688450118135275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1833688450118135275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-stab-caesar.html' title='just STAB Caesar!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-RimGdwZNI/AAAAAAAAANM/b67MhxeoU7I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6884956378429133635</id><published>2010-05-06T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:42:31.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love cougar =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-KAes63wHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R4hgzDUlR5E/s1600/the_losers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-KAes63wHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R4hgzDUlR5E/s320/the_losers2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468074162523717746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;'nobody touches the hat kay?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i heart you cougar!!!&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/3861982259445307368-6884956378429133635?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6884956378429133635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-cougar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6884956378429133635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6884956378429133635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-cougar.html' title='love cougar =)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-KAes63wHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R4hgzDUlR5E/s72-c/the_losers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6108385393224254092</id><published>2010-05-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:06:00.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Don't cry when the sun is gone Zera, because the tears won't let you see the stars. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-DtzSkjx2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cpxU9cBL1A0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-DtzSkjx2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cpxU9cBL1A0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467631413042071394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6108385393224254092?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6108385393224254092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6108385393224254092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6108385393224254092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S-DtzSkjx2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cpxU9cBL1A0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1119163800063444647</id><published>2010-04-30T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:33:48.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Jason Mraz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9sGLYpp6mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3Z2qlJcSEqA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9sGLYpp6mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3Z2qlJcSEqA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465969365409720930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Jason Mraz.. I just love him.. his personalities, his music, his dressings.. everything about him is interesting.. i love acoustic.. maybe that's the main reason why i like him? plus, his songs are all very easygoing and fun.. his voice is superb.. although he always does casual performances or perform by the roadside in France, his casualty is what makes him attractive.. If you realize, all his songs were referring to a girl (his best friend) who he fell for.. i mean , ALL his songs.. were referring to how difficult it was to confess to his best friend that he likes her more than just friends... i just find that really interesting and sweet.. and the way he dresses up is very casual, his hat suits him so well.. and i really like his spontaneous attitude, the way he brings out himself and the way he looks at the world that it should be fully enjoyed.. I have to admit this , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I AM A JASON MRAZAHOLIC..;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;check these songs out, superbly cute, fun and sweet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; -i'm yours- make it mine- the remedy- live high- if it kills me- beautiful mess-you and i both-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3861982259445307368-1119163800063444647?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1119163800063444647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-jason-mraz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1119163800063444647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1119163800063444647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-jason-mraz.html' title='I love Jason Mraz!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9sGLYpp6mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/3Z2qlJcSEqA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-877954820374444972</id><published>2010-04-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T06:43:27.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Twain was cool!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9reCyx5KXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W9EwxYpfW7s/s1600/240px-Mark_Twain,_Brady-Handy_photo_portrait,_Feb_7,_1871,_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9reCyx5KXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W9EwxYpfW7s/s200/240px-Mark_Twain,_Brady-Handy_photo_portrait,_Feb_7,_1871,_cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465925237339662706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Samuel Langhorne Clemens was known by his pen name 'Mark Twain'. He was an american author and humorist. I love almost every single thing he quoted. They're meaningful and funny at the same time. I can always take his quotes to motivate myself and get myself back on track with my life instead of whining and those mushy mushy sort of things.. His novel, 'Adventures of Huckleberry Finn' was called 'the Great American Novel' , so we know that he's not just an ordinary american author.He is also called the 'father of American literature' by William Faulkner.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are some of my favorite quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-877954820374444972?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/877954820374444972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/mark-twain-was-damn-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/877954820374444972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/877954820374444972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/mark-twain-was-damn-cool.html' title='Mark Twain was cool!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9reCyx5KXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/W9EwxYpfW7s/s72-c/240px-Mark_Twain,_Brady-Handy_photo_portrait,_Feb_7,_1871,_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-369096877455129572</id><published>2010-04-30T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:59:08.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9rFJxfa3gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Va-Gc-lB2xc/s1600/hiroshima_explosion_mushroom_cloud.jpg'/><title type='text'>World War III??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;enough craps about myself... i think it's about time for me to be mature enough to write things that I care enough that is just not about myself eyhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;world war III?? hmm.. i feel that there's a war going on .. a silent war.. a war towards the Islamic world.. don't you think so?  more and more muslims are called terrorists.. but as far as i'm concern, the Islamic countries are being taken over by the bigger power.. how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9rFJxfa3gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Va-Gc-lB2xc/s200/hiroshima_explosion_mushroom_cloud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465897869462134274" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;could the muslims be blamed as terrorists..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as we all know, islamic countries are rich with oil. so that could be one of the possibilities why they wanna take over these countries.. i dunno that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for sure.. however, the sad thing is.. even the islamic countries are not united.. and OIC that's formed doesn't help much.. world warr III huh?? i have a feeling that it's gonna be a nasty one.. i'll write more about this soon enough.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-369096877455129572?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/369096877455129572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-war-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/369096877455129572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/369096877455129572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/world-war-iii.html' title='World War III??'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9rFJxfa3gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Va-Gc-lB2xc/s72-c/hiroshima_explosion_mushroom_cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7662797095439113957</id><published>2010-04-30T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:10:45.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9q6RTZy8lI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Yogn1oaB9Ec/s320/Love_hope_faith_stones_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885904196530770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;okay, so here's the story.. i don't think i got the approval from sime to study in minnesota.. even if i get it, it'll be too late coz the deadline for the confirmation of enrollment is tomorrow.. but.. i did mention to them about my pending admission to michigan and sime darby said that it's possible for me to go to michigan for engineering.. so i guess that's a hope there to study in US.. although it's painful to accept the rejection from sime.. i know there's still hope.. so.. i'm keeping my faith in check and hope for the best.. US, i WILL be there in august .. just wait and see.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-7662797095439113957?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7662797095439113957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/hope-and-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7662797095439113957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7662797095439113957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/hope-and-faith.html' title='Hope and Faith'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9q6RTZy8lI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Yogn1oaB9Ec/s72-c/Love_hope_faith_stones_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-9139768070413346569</id><published>2010-04-24T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T03:06:53.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babes huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9LAAx9T2gI/AAAAAAAAAME/nRldwY9_ajw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9LAAx9T2gI/AAAAAAAAAME/nRldwY9_ajw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463640417596856834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I was from an all-girl school, I was from convent. I grow up surrounded by different kinds of girls and I learned to share things and respect others.I won't say that I was comfortable with all of them, I avoid being close to the girls who I can't get along with, I know it's not worth the heartache. But still, we know how to respect each other, no matter how diverse we were.  When I got back to my hometown (Ipoh) , I see some of them around, and we chat, laugh and make a lot of noise. Well, when I saw the unfavorable one, I just smiled and they smiled back. I grew up in that kind of environment, a close knit sorority of convent.. although most of the girls don't really like me at first( i used to be a really serious prefect), we went along well throughout our years in convent.. Growing up, I was transfered to mad jiwa, and I met a lot of nice people.. and I learned how to mix with guys..(haha, not a new thing though, mixed with guys in taekwondo too).. and, I found myself a bestfriend, Naimah, she reads me like a book.. I dunno, maybe coz she was from an all-girls school too? hmm.. i'm glad to have her.. going through a new kind of environment, where girls are not as loud as the convent girls and they were more , how should I put this,  they were not as crazy as the convent girls.. well, at least in convent, i can shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ' I LOVE YOU!!!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to my friend in the other building.. and I have to really restrict myself from doing crazy things , like my friend, Sarah kissed my cheek on my birthday in front of the class and everyone would laugh at that, I can't do that in mad jiwa  can I?? or when I danced on the table with Mei Yee and the other girls on class party day? or on our graduation day, it's like a prom party with just girls and we can dress up really pretty, nice and sexy (i saw a lot of bare shoulders and bare backs, dun lie about wearing decently hah) i didn't get the last one though, I graduated from mad jiwa.. it was nice though.. and now, i'm out of school and meet a lot more people.. girls.. well, different kinds of girls than the one who I was used to.. I dunno girls can be selfish and care less about others... I dunno that they can really be such a pain in the ass.. like, seriously.. well, i know that i expect too much from a friendship.. maybe I'm all used to a loving society where friends don't back stab each other or friends who care about others' well being more than themselves.. I don't understand this behavior.. I have to admit it.. I can't stand it.. I really hope that i can avoid these people.. that's life I guess.. full of different kinds of people..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-9139768070413346569?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/9139768070413346569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/babes-huh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9139768070413346569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9139768070413346569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/babes-huh.html' title='babes huh?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S9LAAx9T2gI/AAAAAAAAAME/nRldwY9_ajw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-8967124047100961631</id><published>2010-04-20T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T06:59:50.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will fight and defend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S82xkLj166I/AAAAAAAAALU/WWRubdCu4uI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S82xkLj166I/AAAAAAAAALU/WWRubdCu4uI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462217158206811042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY OF MINNESOTA!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Alhamdulillah..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;how bittersweet is that?? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i jumped around the room when i received the admission through my email this morning.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;and it was 6.30 am!!! rise and shine zera!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i felt like crying my eyes out.. this is the first university i applied to.. one of my dream school.. and i got accepted!! ranked 2nd for chemical engineering and first for research university in the US week News..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;well, the bitter part is that it's not in the sime darby list.. damnnn...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;why?why? why??;(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;me and my other sime darby friends will discuss with our dean tomorrow to sort this thing out.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;i know what i want.. and i'm gonna fight for it..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;pleasseeeeeee simeeeeee.. let me go to minnesota.....;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S82yfsX2LyI/AAAAAAAAALk/k_h5o3AfI2k/s320/cheerice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462218180627148578" /&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/3861982259445307368-8967124047100961631?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8967124047100961631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-fight-and-defend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8967124047100961631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8967124047100961631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-fight-and-defend.html' title='i will fight and defend..'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S82xkLj166I/AAAAAAAAALU/WWRubdCu4uI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7119486639329052531</id><published>2010-04-19T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:42:50.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is killing me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S8wkeOYZqnI/AAAAAAAAALM/wFM92DJzyg0/s1600/depressed-child1_2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S8wkeOYZqnI/AAAAAAAAALM/wFM92DJzyg0/s320/depressed-child1_2112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461780549768686194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;yes, i was offered sime darby scholarship to study in US. yes, i thought that the preparation program will aid me in the application to US universities. yes, i thought that UNITEN  will find me a place to study in US as the program is named 'American Top Universities' program. yes, i am aware of the fact that there are only 6 US universities in the list. yes, i know the fact that i have to pay back Sime Darby if i don't get admitted to any of the universities in the list.  but some that i thought were wrong. no, the program in UNITEN does NOT do any good to me. it's just a normal Malaysian foundation program. it is not even recognized in US. unlike A levels, American Degree Program or even IB. it can only be considered as a 12th grade high school examination. yes, we are the first sime darby batch sent to UNITEN, the first batch to US. yea, they should have sent us to taylors instead, taylors have more experience in handling students to US. yes, there are 2 ivy league and 4 ivy standards in the list for engineering. they are MIT, Princeton, Cornell, CMU, Stanford and UC Berkeley. *sigh*. yes, i did apply to several other universities as backups, even universities from AUS and CAN. no, i didn't get admitted to my dream school, Princeton. even Stanford,CMU or any of them in the list. i am still waiting for Michigan, Minnesota, Wisconsin and UC Santa Barbara, US even though i know that appealing these universities means that i really have to convince sime darby to allow me to go  there. they are ranked top 10 for world engineering schools for goodness sake, even better than the ivies. there are other methods to get myself into my dream school, I could try for my sophomore year or for my graduate study. AUS on the other hand, had offered me an admission to UNSW(in the sime list), one of the member of Group of 8. i know it's awesome. plus, i was offered a double degree in bachelor of chemical engineering/ bachelor of science and will be there for 5 years. i am now stuck in a situation where my heart wants US badly and my mind thinks that AUS isn't all bad. should i wait for US admission even though it's not in the list and fight for it? or should i decide now and be happy with what i have? i dunno. confused. not cool. july for AUS? or august for US? this is killing me.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-7119486639329052531?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7119486639329052531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7119486639329052531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7119486639329052531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-killing-me.html' title='this is killing me......'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S8wkeOYZqnI/AAAAAAAAALM/wFM92DJzyg0/s72-c/depressed-child1_2112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3175528013022075365</id><published>2010-04-11T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:03:16.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typical girl? dun think so..=[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;well.. me n my friend, nigel were talking about this birthday party that we were invited to.. and we started to talk about gifts.. he was suggesting bracelet, flower, chocolate blahblahblah until he realized that the person-to-be celebrated is a guy..LOL..  and all the excitement went down the drain coz he said that buying present for guys is 'no-fun' .. well, of course he said dat.. he's a guy.. "buying presents for girls is easier, they like nice and pretty stuff", "well, not necessarily" i replied, "well, you're not a typical girl" he said .. and i was like "whattt???".. "chill zera, it's a compliment"... hahaha.. well, that got me thinking.. really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S8Gdb8f8IBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RJ8Xi6Av0ws/s320/be-yourself.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458817326771871762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i dun really do girlies stuff, i joined taekwondo for goodness sake..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what are the characteristics of a typical girl?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;soft spoken? nope, not me. makeups?? eeewww..;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cook? i'll burn down the kitchen.. lol.. i do bake though.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what else?? high heels?? occasionally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;fake eyelashes, hair extension, hair color, colorful lenses, cosmetic surgery?? no way.. i hate fake stuff.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;lets just say that i'm not a plastic material that you can shape into anything.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm gonna be ME... be it a typical girl or not.. i love ME.. and there's nothing you do can change that..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3175528013022075365?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3175528013022075365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/typical-girl-dun-think-so.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3175528013022075365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3175528013022075365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/typical-girl-dun-think-so.html' title='typical girl? dun think so..=['/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S8Gdb8f8IBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RJ8Xi6Av0ws/s72-c/be-yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-1236099901256678187</id><published>2010-04-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:24:01.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will be your lifeline, i will never miss a phone call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7vnWfu7BzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1fhUT9JiS3c/s1600/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7vnWfu7BzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1fhUT9JiS3c/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457209747150931762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7vnV-sBrZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NoxRA4pSB8Y/s1600/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7vnV-sBrZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NoxRA4pSB8Y/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457209738280414610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7vnVhhKKaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nKZnmp9RC6A/s1600/DSC00250.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7vnVhhKKaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nKZnmp9RC6A/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457209730450205090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;it's okay if you had to go away .. ohh, just remember the telephone where they work in both ways, and the more you find those through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;coz there's always more leftovers, not too much explaining to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; and if you ever ever ever ever find your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;" i will be your lifeline, i will never miss a phone call"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;but if i never never never never hear them ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;if nothing else i think the bells inside, will finally find you someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;and that's okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;coz i remember everything you say....=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;throughout our 8 years of friendship, i know i couldn't ask for more.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;thank you for the birthday parties, the late night consultations during sleepovers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;the movies, the crazy times doing crazy stuff , the AAR concert, the trips to the river near my house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;most of all, thank you for always being there for me.. no matter how insane the situations are.. coz you know i'll do the same for you guys.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;love, zera arika zulkifli =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-1236099901256678187?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/1236099901256678187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sunshines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1236099901256678187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/1236099901256678187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sunshines.html' title='i will be your lifeline, i will never miss a phone call'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7vnWfu7BzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1fhUT9JiS3c/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7779501247326941347</id><published>2010-04-03T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:13:09.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected relationship..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7cGc7JcrPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yy80DyQvRxM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7cGc7JcrPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yy80DyQvRxM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455836567566068978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it is funny how you can suddenly jump into a relationship without knowing it's coming.. well..i knew this gentleman through a close friend, under the same sponsorship about a year ago and eventually, we have a lot of mutual friends... most of his friends and schoolmates go to my college under the same preparation program as me.. and.. most of my schoolmates are doing the same preparation program as his in kmb.. he's a nice, funny person  and i would say that he has a crazy mind like mine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so one fine day,  he asked whether i want to do this crazy thing by messing up our relationship status on facebook.. this will inevitably cause chaos to our friends coz me n him in a relationship is like pigs can fly.. i was a bit blur at first and agreed to this madness a few weeks later when he had totally forgotten about it .. *yikes* .. and there goes the horror.. as soon as our relationship were changed, all of our friends kept asking us whether it's for real.. even the close friend of mine asked whether we're playing around or whatt.. and one of my schoolmate actually confronted him at their college... hm, not confront, sounds so aggressive, well, he asked him face to face.. hahaha.. i was waiting for april first to actually say  " APRIL FOOL" to you guys when i realized that it's a good idea to say that after all.. so we decided to cut the madness off and face the consequences of our action.. "kerja gile" as he always said..  i can never comprehend the reason why i agreed to this.. most probably coz i've gone mad , crazy  and got out of my mind?? i'm afraid soo.. well, the best people are too .. (quoted from alice in the wonderland) .. =).. gotta say this guys :gotcha!! hahaha=)&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/3861982259445307368-7779501247326941347?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/7779501247326941347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/unexpected-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7779501247326941347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/7779501247326941347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/04/unexpected-relationship.html' title='unexpected relationship..'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S7cGc7JcrPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yy80DyQvRxM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2713666920870773638</id><published>2010-03-06T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:31:20.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mommy!! mommy!! what?? nothing..=p</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Saturday, March 6th 2010..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;text messages with mom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;mom: Akak buat ape hari ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;me: Pwtc, sign up for aust unis. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;mom:Saje tanye.. aust u intake bile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;me: July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;mom:Ur US results eligible 2 apply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;me: Yeah, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;mom:Just asking! Can u not ask why. Semua ade kat pwtc ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;me: Eat dinner at mid valley now. Why? Haha =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;mom:Dgn sape?... why? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;me: All the Sime fellas.. Why? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;mom:Why is 2nd name now?!! For heaven sake, u r my first born &amp;amp; i’m still learning how to cope with ‘letting go’ &amp;amp; u asked me why all da time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;me: Awwww, no mum, i was just fooling around with u. Sorry ;(                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;mom:Apology accepted.. Take care, ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;me:Ok mum, i love u. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;These texts made me question myself... how do I cope without my mom? yeahh, i’m that kinda lousy, playful and annoying daughter ever.. =p..that’s just how i show my love for her..=)  but still, what will happen next?..  i have not really stayed at home for the past 4 years.. and plus another 4 years when i study abroad in US or AUS..  *sighs*.. a whole new kind of life, far away from home.. far away from my mom.. i dunno.. my mom said to take one step at a time.. no rush.. coz speeding kills.. LOL.. and i’m gonna do just like what she said.. take one step at a time.. enjoy life.. but dun forget ur purpose and responsibility there or wherever... aiyaii captain!!! oops, aiyaii mom!!=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S5M1fK-RJYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_JcmMgRtHcY/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445755184058803586" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;p/s: mom n me, when i was 11.. i guess??=P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2713666920870773638?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2713666920870773638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-mommy-what-nothingp.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2713666920870773638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2713666920870773638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/03/mommy-mommy-what-nothingp.html' title='mommy!! mommy!! what?? nothing..=p'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S5M1fK-RJYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_JcmMgRtHcY/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6397641527920848966</id><published>2010-03-02T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:54:57.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>betrayed by the love of your life?? ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S41eHs9eCjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/fu6ld4AP2qI/s1600-h/periodic-table-cupcake-kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S41eHs9eCjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/fu6ld4AP2qI/s320/periodic-table-cupcake-kim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444111010981874226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Have you ever loved something so badly  and when at certain points, things just go wrong.. you kinda give up on it.. coz you feel that it somehow betrayed you.. betrayed the love and loyalty you had given to it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; I DO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;well, in my case it’s the love of my life: chemistry.. i can still remember, back in 2007.. my first  chemistry teacher was Miss Yamini..  i remember my first lesson on chemistry.. i was introduced to the periodic table of elements.. at the end of the class.. Miss Yamini told us that our first test will be on the next day about the symbols of the elements in the periodic table. i remember burning the midnight oil, memorizing every single elements in the periodic table. i was overwhelmed yet ecstatic when I scored 100% for my first chemistry test.. From that day on, i know that the love for chemistry is inevitable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;This went on when I was admitted to Sains Kedah...my mind was all set on chemistry.. Moreover, I was taught by one of the most respected teacher, Mr Harris.. His seriousness in teaching had indirectly pushed me to be more serious in his class ( i did sleep in his class.. not always though =P) I was really glad that i was able to actually understand the concepts in chemistry rather thn just memorize the steps to answer the questions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Without any doubts.. Chemistry is the major reason why I took Chemical Engineering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Preparing myself for oversea studies, I took Chemistry for my test application(SAT subject test)and scored fairly good score compared to my other subject tests... However, sky ain’t always blue..  For my foundation chemistry , I was taught by an Oxford graduate .. full respect.. he’s good..and i can understand everything he taught me.. i participated well in his classes.. (didn’t sleep in his class.. seriously=P)..but things are just soo wrong .. i made silly mistakes constantly.. during tests and quizzes.. my carry mark wasn’t that great.. and the finals.. was not as wht i’ve expected.. it’s a huge disappointment .. i scored physics better thn chemistry.. n the truth is.. i never really did anything for physics.. n now chemistry is like an anathema to me..  i hate it.. i want to be able to love chemistry back.. i really do.. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6397641527920848966?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6397641527920848966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/03/betrayed-by-love-of-your-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6397641527920848966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6397641527920848966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/03/betrayed-by-love-of-your-life.html' title='betrayed by the love of your life?? ;('/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S41eHs9eCjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/fu6ld4AP2qI/s72-c/periodic-table-cupcake-kim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6784639218587478084</id><published>2010-02-14T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:14:40.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconditional love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm the eldest among the three, yet I'm still the shortest... funny huh? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you know how it feels like to be the eldest? having your siblings following you wherever you go and imitating every single thing you do.. yeahh, that irritating stuff.. And whenever you wanna do something forbidden, you have to really watch out cause your lil sis or your lil bro would tell your mom??  Been there, done that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and guess what? that was years ago, now, it's like I can't live without them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They're a part of me.. Living far away from them taught me to love and value them more.. that whenever we get back together, we could spend the whole night, staying up, chit-chatting and making fun of each other.. and sometimes, we would sneak out at night to the nearest mamak store for a couple of drinks..  I love them... unconditionally..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3j-TC2XlCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/whMZNRENXCY/s1600-h/Apple.pie1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3j-TC2XlCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/whMZNRENXCY/s320/Apple.pie1811.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438376153185752098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ziqha afiqha, zera arika &amp;amp; alif zachary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3j8Y-T7EgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Xh8GQ2KGUnk/s1600-h/Photo+366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3j8Y-T7EgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Xh8GQ2KGUnk/s320/Photo+366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438374056023495170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;alif zachary, ziqha afiqha &amp;amp; zera arika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;your big sis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;zera arika zulkifli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6784639218587478084?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6784639218587478084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconditional-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6784639218587478084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6784639218587478084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconditional-love.html' title='unconditional love!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3j-TC2XlCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/whMZNRENXCY/s72-c/Apple.pie1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-47307258019284506</id><published>2010-02-12T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:04:26.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.O.L.O.R.S~ What is your color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3WJxaltSZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H0yYFhVrYuA/s1600-h/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3WJxaltSZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H0yYFhVrYuA/s320/image.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437403607163816338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;colors?? I know that the topic is very random.. i just feel like putting it up here..hmm.. i really really like white.. ouh wait.. not whitey white.. light colors.. not completely white.. a bit earthy.. more like beige.. i dunno why.. i just like it.. most of my stuff are beigey white in color.. my sweater, shoes, handbag etc.. i go for light colors.. light pink is not bad either.. it has this soft touch.. i like the combination of several earthy colors: green n brown.. hmm.. kinda give the authentic look or smthng.. u guys might consider me as nature lover freak or something but really , i find earthy colors very amusing.. just give me the authentic, old and original aura... miahaha.. share with me about YOUR color..ngeee..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lots of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;zera arika zulkifli..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-47307258019284506?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/47307258019284506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/02/colors-what-is-your-color.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/47307258019284506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/47307258019284506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/02/colors-what-is-your-color.html' title='C.O.L.O.R.S~ What is your color?'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S3WJxaltSZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/H0yYFhVrYuA/s72-c/image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-9151134511010725808</id><published>2010-02-03T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:27:43.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemons lemons..</title><content type='html'>okay2.. enough with the mushy2 thingamajingy.. eating my damn lemons right now, but guess what.. it's not bad.. blah! hahahaha.. btw, my taekwondo tournament is on this Sunday at MMU Cyberjaya, feel free to come and support eyh!! hahaha..  and..... finals are starting this Monday!! to all Uniten PPOU, PPC and Foundie students.. Best of luck yarr.. You guys are gonna need that.. haha..  PRINCETON university phone interview is within this week!!! cuak seyh!!! huhu one more thing.. to aliff, zhaf, fifi, syahir and the others, there's this futsal competition organized by a friend of mine.. check it out.. aku da post kat u guys nye wall... join arrr.. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yosh!!! ganbatte ne!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-9151134511010725808?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/9151134511010725808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/02/lemons-lemons.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9151134511010725808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9151134511010725808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/02/lemons-lemons.html' title='lemons lemons..'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2069843166110272855</id><published>2010-01-31T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:06:46.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love happens??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Name us three person that you had a crush on in this school?? ' urghh I always hate this game.. especially the truth one.. Why that question? Why can't it be anything else? I 'd rather tell which teacher do I like the most or my childhood dream to go to Neverland.. hmm,  I remember, he was in the game too.. How could I ever say his name.. It's just absurd.. not in my dictionary at all.. Finally, the names that were out of my mouth were the names I thought the others would believe were true..  'You only mentioned two, who's the other one?'  I remained silent and looked up at the others with a crooked smile..'none'.. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was all a rush at the airport.. he's leaving!!  I was way happy for him.. He got what he wanted.. I somehow feel like an invader.. there were no other friends besides me.. just family..it's like i'm vandalizing his moment with his loved ones.. after wishing him luck, i made my way to the exit real fast.. good bye isn't one of my specialties.. on my way back home, my handphone rang, it's him! ooohh no!! battery!! sh*t!!.......   *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back from the SD camp, I told him everything about it.. the jungle, the trekking , the river, blablabla.. I noticed some funny things on his wall.. when I asked, he said he was fine.. well, i insisted and he started talking about darth vader? and how he got into the dark side.. I remained silent as usual, and read his posts in disbelief, he admitted something.. i'm pretty sure it is what it is.. maybe it's the moment for me too? yeah, I confessed.... we freaked out.. agreeing on one thing..friends.. yeah, friends are cool..   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S2WNcpIxEEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wQt5xO6R7mk/s200/14856_1194742840958_1600062348_491773_6170081_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432904048710848578" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day after day.. it's getting pretty ugly and weird.. it's just not the same anymore.. I wish I could just turn back time and change things... ignorance is bliss.. but I'm not sure if this is..    *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's getting closer to a girl.. jealousy?? maybe.. call me selfish, unreasonable, paranoid, mean and cruel.. but i just can't stand it so I deleted him from my contacts.. from any social networks.. out of sight, out of mind..  i just don't handle heartaches well..sorry..     *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2069843166110272855?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2069843166110272855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-happens.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2069843166110272855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2069843166110272855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-happens.html' title='love happens??'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S2WNcpIxEEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wQt5xO6R7mk/s72-c/14856_1194742840958_1600062348_491773_6170081_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3905356588238704201</id><published>2010-01-25T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:44:24.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun Drive When You Dun Have The License =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S14swRvur1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/fJeh9HHxIWA/s1600-h/24-06-09_1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S14swRvur1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/fJeh9HHxIWA/s200/24-06-09_1829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430827408564334418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This was June 25th last year's incident but I just feel like putting it up here.. I dun have any licenses at this time, not even a L license.. I panicked, and I pressed the gas pedal instead of the break pedal and I bumped my house gate, silly me..kinda regretted it though.. The punishment was, not to touch my mum's car until I have the license, which I already have it now.. haha.. I am now a better driver..no worries.. miahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-3905356588238704201?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3905356588238704201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/dun-drive-when-you-dun-have-license.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3905356588238704201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3905356588238704201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/dun-drive-when-you-dun-have-license.html' title='Dun Drive When You Dun Have The License =)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S14swRvur1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/fJeh9HHxIWA/s72-c/24-06-09_1829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5363320652991806390</id><published>2010-01-25T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:57:23.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchiness???=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S12GL2jCAYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0XbeA-DmFlM/s1600-h/bitchy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S12GL2jCAYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0XbeA-DmFlM/s200/bitchy.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430644263857815938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bitchiness?? Is that really a bad thing? Sometimes, girls don't even realize that they're being bitchy ... Some are just playing nice while deep inside they are really sick of their plastic world where the people around them vandalize their kindness. Being bitchy isn't nice but in this hostile world where everyone, specifically girls isn't always nice and respectful, being nice and kind is definitely last on the list.Personally, I think that bitchiness is vital in every girl's life. It can be considered as a skill for self-defense because unlike guys, girls don't usually use their physical power to argue , they accosted each other. However, I wouldn't say that being bitchy is good either. It may hurt others. What I'm trying to imply here is; when the situation calls for it, BE BITCHY!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5363320652991806390?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5363320652991806390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-bitchy-nah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5363320652991806390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5363320652991806390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-bitchy-nah.html' title='bitchiness???=)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S12GL2jCAYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0XbeA-DmFlM/s72-c/bitchy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-4534284498399764008</id><published>2010-01-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:12:00.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brownies lover =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1ZtZan8Y8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bAfqg0qwLx0/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428646684252726210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1ZtZan8Y8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bAfqg0qwLx0/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why brownies91? If you asked my girlfriends, they would probably say, "She's a brownies~holic!!" I am indeed. When I was still little, my mum used to bake brownies on weekends. My siblings and I helped by finishing the brownies!! hahaha... It's a good thing that my dad is not really a huge fan of brownies. At the age of 8, I found my true soulmate!! "Sarah Alia!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a brownies~holic too!! We used to bring brownies to school and share it with our friends. To us, brownies are like heaven.. You can never get enough of brownies!! During my senior high school years, I was transfered to Kedah.. Far awayyy from home,.. okay, i over~exaggerated it. My school was 2hours away from home. I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1a6XTUFdYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MAg362drIWE/s200/18863_283164523382_732083382_4464418_2380149_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428731310325986690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;n't get as much brownies as I used to. Living without brownies is hard. So, whenever I got the chance to go back home, it's brownies what I asked for.. haha. Sadly, since my dad doesn't like brownies as much as I do, my mum only baked brownies once in two months? huhu. Tortured, I took my chances baking my own brownies, I had my sis helping me out though. Unfortuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tely, it doesn't taste like my mum's , it doesn't even taste like any other brownies I have tasted before.  Thus, I ended up buying brownies whenever I'm out with my friends.. ngeeee =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pic from left: Jason(can you see his cheek?lol), me, Iswari and Pauline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-4534284498399764008?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/4534284498399764008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/brownies-lover.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4534284498399764008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4534284498399764008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/brownies-lover.html' title='brownies lover =)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1ZtZan8Y8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bAfqg0qwLx0/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-4795708001250302355</id><published>2010-01-17T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:34:28.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just another 'convent' girl =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1LzEmGw9zI/AAAAAAAAADg/GvynB4zHRGc/s1600-h/COGA-logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1LzEmGw9zI/AAAAAAAAADg/GvynB4zHRGc/s200/COGA-logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427667761208817458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever heard of Convent?? Convent, Ipoh? Tarcisian Convent, Ipoh? Convent Sentul? ouhhhh okay, maybe you guys know this one CBN, Convent Bukit Nanas.. I was not from CBN though..  just Convent Ipoh. Since my elementary and junior high, I had been in Convent for 9 years. Living in a world full of girls is not just scary.. It is somehow fun, annoying , full love &amp;amp; hatred and a lot more random things.. During my 10th grade in Convent, I was offered to pursue my 10th and 11th grade in a government boarding school which is located in Sg petani. Even though I graduated my high school from a boarding school, I am still proud to call myself a Convent girl. It doesn't matter what happened, Convent will always be a part of me. Growing up, I met a lot of friends graduated from other Convent schools. Surprisingly, it was freaking easy to be close with them. Whenever people ask me, Which school are you from?, I would say ' F4 SMUJI, before that was Convent Ipoh'. A friend of mine, a Sime Darby scholar, Aizat asked the same question and I said the same thing. His response was like 'ouhh, you're a Convent girl'." Convent girls!! " It's like a stereotype of lively girls , who have th&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1LyJe0PHdI/AAAAAAAAADY/H94-tMX7vkY/s200/22757_1255788445821_1562889976_30870331_3142984_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427666745639771602" /&gt;e same mind set , plus, the sorority bond between them are strong. When you try to find similarities between Convent girls, you can find these values. During the Sime Darby camp.. I was surprised when my roommate, Hidayah told me that Pauline( from Convent Sentul), Liyana (CBN) and I (Convent Ipoh)  look the same in the sense that we have the same interest and the same point of view. The same 'Convent attitude' I would say... One thing I know, Convent girls know how to respect and have fun... Long Live Convent!!! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*picture~ from left, Pauline, Liyana, me and Aizat. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-4795708001250302355?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/4795708001250302355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-another-convent-girl.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4795708001250302355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/4795708001250302355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-another-convent-girl.html' title='i&apos;m just another &apos;convent&apos; girl =)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S1LzEmGw9zI/AAAAAAAAADg/GvynB4zHRGc/s72-c/COGA-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-613636164906083498</id><published>2010-01-07T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:00:45.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all is fair in love and war..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Y0GfsPdjI/AAAAAAAAACg/lbrN_lkdkOU/s1600-h/img4796b0581820f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Y0GfsPdjI/AAAAAAAAACg/lbrN_lkdkOU/s200/img4796b0581820f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424080087405262386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what happened during world war one? who won? It's a huge war between the two great powers, the Allies against the Central Powers. By the end of the war, no one won. Lots of lives were killed back than and still, the four major imperial powers-the German, Russian, Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman had been defeated. "All is Fair in Love and War" . Nobody wins and nobody loses.  The same goes with relationships.  You cannot just drop out just because your friend likes the guy/girl you like.. "Let the best man win" true i would say.. where in another situation where the guy/girl is taken. You cannot just give up on the one you fell for. Fight for the one you love. That is what my friend did. He fought for the one he lo&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Y8d-nrz2I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZCbWksnAjvg/s200/16958_262130597577_691552577_4522486_1839097_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424089286937661282" /&gt;ves. Although at first, he may seem like a jerk, destroying other people's relationship, but he did a very brave job to win the girl's heart. "All is Fair In Love And War" . It's either he lives with regrets not trying to be with the one he loves or fight for her and surprisingly, I 'm glad he did that. Thanx Faizal for the advice and great insight on the quote. Congrats to him and Sofea.. Love u guys to bits.. miahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-613636164906083498?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/613636164906083498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-is-fair-in-love-and-war.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/613636164906083498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/613636164906083498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-is-fair-in-love-and-war.html' title='all is fair in love and war..'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Y0GfsPdjI/AAAAAAAAACg/lbrN_lkdkOU/s72-c/img4796b0581820f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-3235201274831219913</id><published>2010-01-07T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:05:32.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons, shut up and just eat your damn lemons..=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Y-QUkjmVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vNIalFYes40/s1600-h/lemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Y-QUkjmVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vNIalFYes40/s200/lemons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424091251335207250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;okay... that doesn't sound rightt.. hahaha.. well, my point is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it is undeniable that our life is imperfect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;inevitably, things will go wrong at some points...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;well, when this happens, it is up to us whether to give over or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yeahhh... the strong one will win and the weaker one will lose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but.. some zeros turned to heroes.. these people didn't lose faith when their life went wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;take it as a phase.. and make sure it ends real fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yeahh... stop whining, and start amending the wrong parts.. like NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;my life is filling up with lemons rightt now! i have to study AP courses.. a year course which i would take in 5 months time.. it is equivalent to Alevel..since UK universities require A level..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yup, you heard that right, i'm applying to UK, US, Australia as well as Canada.. More countries means more courses.. making my life more miserable in this miserable place called UNITEN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;miahahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I ain't gonna stop now, so why should you guys??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;people change, things go wrong, but remember, life goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lots of love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;zera arika zulifli =)&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/3861982259445307368-3235201274831219913?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/3235201274831219913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-life-gives-you-lemons-shut-up-and.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3235201274831219913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/3235201274831219913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-life-gives-you-lemons-shut-up-and.html' title='When life gives you lemons, shut up and just eat your damn lemons..=P'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Y-QUkjmVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vNIalFYes40/s72-c/lemons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-7112096560924530108</id><published>2010-01-03T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:13:22.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/S0Cl935nxEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n4kQ5JrhjTo/s1600-h/25912988_125x125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align: center; line-height: 16.0px; font: 18.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE TRINITY OF TAEKWONDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I look at her footwork, it was fast. She shifted her body and footwork as if she intended to approach from the left side. My right leg was ready to counter attack any approach from left. I secured my injured left hand right in front of me as my so called defense. She moved as predicted but she didn’t attack the scoring point. Pang! a full impact kick to my hand. Pang! another full impact kick to my jaw line from the right side. The image  of her in front of me went blank, I felt my body stumbling . I cannot feel anything except for the blood flowing out of my mouth. I knew it was blood from the taste of it. All I heard from the noises around me were “ yeol!(ten), ahop!(nine), yeodul!(eight), llgop!(seven)” , “Stand up Zera! Fight back!” and “ Are you okay Zera? Can you still fight?”.  I knew that the referee was counting down, my teammates were cheering for me to fight back and my coach was asking me whether I was alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Taekwondo is more than just adrenaline rush or smashing boards. It is a way of life, mine at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Every morning, at around 5.00 a.m, when everyone else is sleeping, I pull myself together to get off the bed even though my body doesn’t want to. Despite of the lethargic feeling, I stand straight on the ice cold marble floor and straight to the bathroom, where I wash my face and brush my teeth. I walk out the house, put on my favorite Nike sport shoes, plug in my Mp3 earphones and start running along the streets of my neighborhood. The neighborhood is quiet but my mind is as loud as the fireworks explosion. I am the only one who manage to run when everyone else is still in the unconscious state of mind, I praise myself for my little accomplishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Most of the people around me seem not to believe that a girl like me could have a dream of being an Olympic Taekwondo fighter. Even though I proved them wrong by securing a few medals from national and international championships over and over again, they still cannot accept the fact that a girl of my age wants to be a fighter rather than a model or a dancer. During the weekends, instead of hanging out with my friends at the mall, I went to the gym for my sparring training. I met various people who have the same goal as mine, to become a true Master of the Art of Taekwondo. Every time I go to the gym for my sparring lesson, I apply the Korean greetings and traditions such as bow to the Grandmaster and the black belt holders , thus demonstrating respect for their accomplishments and the rich Korean traditions I am privileged to have learned. With the diversity of the Taekwondo practitioners and instructors, we share knowledge and experience in order to expand the philosophy of the true Taekwondo , which is to build a more peaceful world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A true Taekwondo martial artist must master the three main aspects of Taekwondo which are the Body, the Mind and the Spirit. These three main aspects are called the trinity of Taekwondo. In order to achieve the trinity of Taekwondo, I trained hard to develop a strong physical condition, to focus on my concentration both in combat and in the real world and to believe in an idea, other people, myself and God. The Spirit aspect changed the way I approach life. I learned to be at peace with myself. I started to believe not only in myself but also in the people around me; my teammates who have faith in me even though I was at the edge of a knock out and my coach who cares for my well being in combat. A true student of the Art is what my goal is; to become one with the tenets and the teachings of Taekwondo, who applies the tenets of Taekwondo to her work, family and friends, and yes, even to her enemies. The five vital tenets of Taekwondo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Courtesy, Integrity, Perseverance, Self-Control and Indomitable Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;“Yosot!(six), dasot!(five), net!(four), set!(three). Are you in or are you out?” the referee asked  “Spirit. Of course I’m in!” “Aaiyaa!” I yelled. My teammates echoed my yell and started cheering again. I tried to control myself and avoided myself from using any dirty tricks as revenge even though I was pissed off with my opponent as she deliberately attacked my injured hand and took advantage of it to score by attacking my head. I endured the pain and blood, only focusing on my target: her. I have 30 seconds left and I was out of 3 points. I saw her fast footwork again, but guess what? mine was faster. I tricked her by faking a front leg turning kick and kicked a real full impact head shot turning kick, followed by a back thrust kick which led her to the floor.  “Gomon!(stop)” the referee stopped the game as the time ended. By gaining 4 points from the attack just before the time out, I won the game. The crowd cheered, my coach smiled and positioned his hand as in Kwang-Gae, which symbolizes the trinity of Taekwondo. Deep in my heart, I know that the grand achievement is not the gold medal but indeed, the trinity of Taekwondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-9140196167260137160?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/9140196167260137160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-application-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9140196167260137160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/9140196167260137160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-application-essay.html' title='My Application Essay!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5613340860657238143</id><published>2010-01-02T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:42:30.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeW YeaR 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>HaPpy NeW YeaR GuYs!! unfortunately for me, I was on bed during the countdown, had a bad flu.. huhu.. i'm glad it's all better now.. btw, pray for my Cornell University's interview this evening... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5613340860657238143?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5613340860657238143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5613340860657238143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5613340860657238143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html' title='NeW YeaR 2010!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-5580177653079704986</id><published>2009-11-09T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:51:12.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>week off!! =)</title><content type='html'>another one week off.. nice huh?? think again, i have to study japanese for my level 4 on the 1st of december, sat1 n 2 which i will retake in december and january to get maximum score, and i'm stuck with the application to us universities process which the deadline's due till the end of this year.. man.. i can't wait till these sufferings end.. after all these, i have only 6months of foundation n to enjoy my life here in malaysia.. hopefully , i'll get accepted to one of the universities listed in sime darby's list and there will be no more controversies. huahua..back to my application,  US awaits.. huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-5580177653079704986?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/5580177653079704986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5580177653079704986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/5580177653079704986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-off.html' title='week off!! =)'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-2942405188613886579</id><published>2009-10-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:23:08.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGLE EARLY APPLICATION TO YALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SucB8xCVhSI/AAAAAAAAABg/GWHIchDUQ3c/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SucB8xCVhSI/AAAAAAAAABg/GWHIchDUQ3c/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397284821893743906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SucBxUV_wZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qd-3DoMYhBE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SucBxUV_wZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qd-3DoMYhBE/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397284625213014418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; "&gt;URGH, HEADACHES!!! deadline~ 1st NOV!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-2942405188613886579?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/2942405188613886579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-early-application-to-yale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2942405188613886579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/2942405188613886579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-early-application-to-yale.html' title='SINGLE EARLY APPLICATION TO YALE'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SucB8xCVhSI/AAAAAAAAABg/GWHIchDUQ3c/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-8025166918924600074</id><published>2009-10-27T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:29:18.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The All American Rejects!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubY2SP4ohI/AAAAAAAAABA/FgqUBeiwzE4/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubY2SP4ohI/AAAAAAAAABA/FgqUBeiwzE4/s320/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397239630573117970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hope it gives you hell!!!! hahahhaa... yup2.. lulu, paan, mira n me are gonna rock the AAR concert on the 31st october!!! jealous?? hell yeah you should!!! hahahaha... can't wait though!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-8025166918924600074?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/8025166918924600074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-american-rejects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8025166918924600074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/8025166918924600074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-american-rejects.html' title='The All American Rejects!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubY2SP4ohI/AAAAAAAAABA/FgqUBeiwzE4/s72-c/DSC01407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861982259445307368.post-6401531616117703090</id><published>2009-10-27T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:54:02.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm eighteen!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubtSX5fXZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q2Rrpdp7yk0/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubtSX5fXZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q2Rrpdp7yk0/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397262103358692754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SuboJwzegwI/AAAAAAAAABI/gaKskJ0xwiI/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SuboJwzegwI/AAAAAAAAABI/gaKskJ0xwiI/s320/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397256457867395842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubUQWEoqXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ApOUaa762e8/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubUQWEoqXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ApOUaa762e8/s320/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397234580718135666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yup, you heard that right!! I'm eighteen guys!!! Although it doesn't make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" class="gl_photo" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;much different, realizing the fact that I'm old enough for 18 movies, smoking and other things that were not allowed before just made my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's not that I wanted to try those things but it feels sooo right to be eighteen, young and zealous.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;well, I celebrated my eighteenth birthday with my beloved taekwondo buddies which made my special day even sweeter!! we drove around ipoh town, and 'lepak' with awie at his burger stall where he made me a very delicious burger!! I nearly got eggs thrown at my face though.. The sweet memory of being eighteen will be cherished in my heart forever..&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861982259445307368-6401531616117703090?l=cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/feeds/6401531616117703090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-eighteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6401531616117703090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861982259445307368/posts/default/6401531616117703090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiemonsterarika91.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-eighteen.html' title='I&apos;m eighteen!!!'/><author><name>arika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04466734660033825246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDe08RKLEI0/TcVdFjZC5fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KFCbfzJB99E/s220/nerd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YsVfpG_Gwc/SubtSX5fXZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q2Rrpdp7yk0/s72-c/DSC01431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
