<?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-4888705645575816710</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:44:38.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet smell of freedom</title><subtitle type='html'>"guys are like waffles and gurls are like spagetti~"  -unknown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-3548335826819088618</id><published>2009-12-19T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:47:06.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>down in the dumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make this really short : i was depressed, lacked motivation and i gave up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for those who need slightly more details, read on~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started with the biological clock within me goin haywire. source of the haywiring? the multitudes of personal and public problems that just keep coming at the same time. there is only so much a girl can handle. i'm no superwoman. sigh.. nopes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;with that screwed up, i begin to miss classes or skip them entirely. except for finance subjects, i'm pretty confident my other subjects wudnt suffer. but lo and behold, the unexpected blow. Marketing lecturer - Ms.Helen calls me up to the lecturer's office to have a talk before she decides to bar me from exams or not. maybe she doesnt know me well, cant blame her, i never had the honor of being in her classes before until this semester.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the other lecturers know my nature far too well --&gt; late but i WILL be there. ABSENT but i will study. TALK but i'll catch up. SLEEPING but that would mean i've already read thru it, or i'm just plain sleepy and i want my attendance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;asides college, i have a budgeoning sister problem, and the sudden stress of being the only business-oriented daughter. oddly, i'm the only one stuck ard my parents. so who do they need on their beck and call? go figures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;therefore, i took the withdraw forms from the college office, enquired the staff and ignored the various tricks that they tried to used on me to stop me from withdrawing. funnily, just when i was nearly leaving the office, Ms.Chan- finance lecturer spoke to me and sumhow, i always had a soft spot for her as well as Mr.Tsen - economics lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;sure. there are other reasons to why i'm so strung up. but this is wad makes me ME, i'm quite private. and i'll like to keep it that way :) a clue? i WAS a big a fan of meeting my one true love. note: past tense. &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/4888705645575816710-3548335826819088618?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/3548335826819088618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=3548335826819088618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3548335826819088618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3548335826819088618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/12/down-in-dumps.html' title='down in the dumps'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4799220934169066866</id><published>2009-09-21T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:40:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the holidays have just begun&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i'm already bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;close friends will find it as no surprise.&lt;/span&gt; haha! i'm easily entertained as well as easily bored.  ACK!~ just registered with the local fitness center to pursue my life-long battle with my weight. decided to invest in another business other than to my current one. hopefully, it works out before i graduate and i do get outta this college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i recently was given the opportunity to drive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the brand new Brabus Mercedes-Benz E-class.&lt;/span&gt; eeeeee!  its interior is just so beautiful! and gosh! to drive it is pure pleasure... the sound of the engine is a soft purr - can be barely heard unless u purposely revv. but like every other Merc, its the most sure-footed vehicle. pretty darn spacious and i love the near classic looks. i hate tiny sport cars. hate it. prefer high performance and luxury sedans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've re-organized my room. i like doing silly things like that. not sure why. i'm sumwad convinced its still due to boredom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've got the prospects of becoming some feng-shui master &lt;/span&gt;soon. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came across my really old diary. the one i had back in primary school! my handwriting was horrible. it was considered pretty back then but now, yuck. i wrote so much about wad i did at home rather than in school! it was so obvious i hated school! hahaha! and when this older guy in standard 6 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gave me a plastic ring which encased a rose inside and a small bouquet of flowers&lt;/span&gt; for valentine's day. awww!   i dun really remember how that happened but yeah... it was really funny! i was laughing so hard at my diary. i'm not saying his name tho. but will try to find on facebook!   XP   hadnt spoken to him in years! i did have his frenster. but tht was so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4799220934169066866?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4799220934169066866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4799220934169066866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4799220934169066866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4799220934169066866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-snippets.html' title='random snippets'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1153348297075021813</id><published>2009-09-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:13:14.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SrCk_t_83QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZiXvqgQg3SY/s1600-h/as+if+squishing+gma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SrCk_t_83QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZiXvqgQg3SY/s320/as+if+squishing+gma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381982969294281986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when i think of grandma, i wud think of the times she cooked, knitted and taught. she was the ultimate superwoman    ;)     she can make up her own perfume, lotion, and she shud've been the spokesperson for Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson's. her skin can beat any of us grandchildren, hands down - smoothness and fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandma was pretty much a mom that i never had, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i was never really close to my mom, nor do i think i ever will be. maybe its cuz mom refused to let me board the first available flight to KL when i got the news that grandma's condition had turned for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, we had a screaming match and the worst thing was mom said : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i told you the last time that ur grandma is ok. see? u went back for nothing! so you dont need to go back so fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;F#$@$%^!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  thats probably what i'd nvr forgive mom for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly believe God was by grandma's side. the times when i went back to visit her, grandma always seemed happy and well-taken care of.  i thank God that i had the chance to take care of her too while in the hospital. she kept talking throughout the night, daddy wud accompany me of course. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dad wud ask grandma if she remembered me doing silly things and grandma wud nod her head or say things like " yes. remember."  and when she randomly said "jialat promise"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then i held her hand and recited every promise i made with her  -  to study hard, to not fight with my sisters, to call her more, visit her often, to lose weight and always take care of my dad. holding her hand, being able to spend that precious few hours in the middle of the night with her is truly priceless and i'd cherish it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, grandma. i do promise you all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wished i had arrived at the hospital earlier - an hour, a day or even the week before. now all i ever wished was i had told you "i love you" more often.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i'm now left wit memories of her, the sweaters she knitted, presents she gave, and lessons taught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;during the funeral, the amount of people that came for the two days were overwhelming. and even more that came while she was at the hospital.  enuff said. she was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my grandma and i was truly blessed to be one of her grandchildren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-1153348297075021813?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1153348297075021813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1153348297075021813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1153348297075021813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1153348297075021813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-grandma.html' title='remembering grandma'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SrCk_t_83QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZiXvqgQg3SY/s72-c/as+if+squishing+gma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-8799027203498103192</id><published>2009-08-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:18:46.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up on the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;just realised that i've been so caught up with college, work and my other blog, thus neglecting my own personal one. sigh... poor baby~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hopefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;this is goin to be my final year in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. there is no way i am goin to survive another resit or repeating subject. i screwed up in the first year, i'm definitely hoping i wont do it again.  i was all fired up for this semester at first! i was enjoying attending classes, reading thru notes and believe it or not, yes i do my tutorials. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it got all dampened when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandma was admitted into the hospital. she's terminal now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;... seeing her now, on the bed with tubes makes me wished i had another chance of knowing her so much more. it was only in the recent three years that i began to really enjoy spending time with her. all these while, i was always afraid of her. no surprise cuz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i was a reli noti kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; i guess goin back for a week to see her made me just give up on trying to catch up with lectures and revision.i did consider briefly to give up on college. cuz i dont see the use of it? i dun see how the weird subjects like managing I.S and Ethnics are gonna help me in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; i enjoy working wit my dad, except for the rare few outbursts.  overall, i'm pretty darn satisfied working wit dad. why? (this shud be printed for mom to see!)  cuz dad lets me have my own way of getting the job done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he knows how busy i am in college, and work doesnt have to be in the office all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;extra perks wud definitely be the good pay n time to share a laugh or more. gawd, i effing am reluctant of working for mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-8799027203498103192?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/8799027203498103192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=8799027203498103192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8799027203498103192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8799027203498103192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up-on-past.html' title='catching up on the past'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-5594408287393523489</id><published>2009-07-13T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:48:06.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nearly kidnapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surviving a almost-hijacked/kidnap case, i thank God and the rare few Malaysians who are helpful! not kepo's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work at the tuition center, Tyler called me to go over to Warisan Square for tea at Secret Recipe along with Olivia.  probably one of the longest and closest friendships i have in college thus far. i'd do almost anything for these two darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with them and gosh, i had fun just talking to them! i had ice cream! YUM! so long since i had one!  bliss! then all of it got cut short by mom's sms asking me to get my butt home that very instant! argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SqU32Ce4idI/AAAAAAAAAe8/-WETB6YAj_o/s1600-h/13406722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SqU32Ce4idI/AAAAAAAAAe8/-WETB6YAj_o/s320/13406722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378766731482794450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said my goodbyes and left in a hurry.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i walked by a black man when he smiled and said : "hey baby"&lt;/span&gt; and i just gave a quick smile as i would any other stranger/tourist. so i continued walking quickly towards my car when from the corner of my eye, i noticed his white pants. obviously following me so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i had no choice but to run for the car.&lt;/span&gt; i might have panicked for a while cuz i cudnt open the door but when i did, i quickly got in but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before i cud slam and lock the door, he'd already yanked it open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i was screaming OHMYGAWD HELP ME! OHMYGAWD!&lt;/span&gt; when he pushed me towards the passenger seat. but i held on to the steering wheel and sat on the middle compartment where the buttons and gear stick was. i kept kicking his legs and tried to aim for the stomach, while pressing on the honk. the black man kept saying a variation of : " keep it down, baby! shut up! you better be quiet, baby! "  all the time i was screaming and cudnt help thinking i was goin to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ignited the mercedez when i was able to finally step on the honk.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; this was where i cudnt care less if he saw my underwear&lt;/span&gt; and i kicked his stomach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY! i get to experience the legendary helpfulness of malaysians! &lt;/span&gt;two guys came running and ... the negro got out of the car and tried slamming the car door at me!  cutting the story short, reporting to the police is by far the biggest waste of time and energy. i only dream of the day that we all wud feel that reporting wud do any gud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, be super careful gurlies. and never reject a guy's offer of accompanying you to ur car even if its a lovely town as KK or as tomboyish as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-5594408287393523489?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/5594408287393523489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=5594408287393523489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/5594408287393523489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/5594408287393523489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/07/nearly-kidnapped.html' title='nearly kidnapped'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SqU32Ce4idI/AAAAAAAAAe8/-WETB6YAj_o/s72-c/13406722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-6669221271198807628</id><published>2009-06-19T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:13:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no youngster can throw a better party than the older generation. heck, daddy's bday party was a blast. loved it. absolutely happy for him  =)    gotta admit, a tad jealous! hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its got something to do with the location, company invited and the yummy food. but i really do think its just because of the ever so-lovable daddy himself. he chose the venue and food himself. invited only his best buddies. awww... and he particularly likes having a bar, the outdoor patio and loads of karaoke. his close friend, uncle tony decided him to get him a whole lamb, which i was surprised to hear such a cute present. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to meet alot of uncles and aunties which i havent seen for a really long time! gosh... most of them have changed alot. i cant really say how they've changed but *winks* i think u can think of the appropriate word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy had loads of fun singing and catching up wit old buddies. gosh... all his friends can really sing very well. one of his female staff even sang a very flirty happy birthday song~! not bad eh? a few of Sabah's leading politicians and ex-gangstars also came and more of those die-hard old party people filled the club house. then the rest of the night was filled with many happy oldie mouldy songs + drinking + overdose of laughing and the glorious glorious food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce, nikki (our god-sister) and i even sang a couple of times. teeheee~! owh... mom too! *rolls on the floor laughing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-6669221271198807628?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/6669221271198807628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=6669221271198807628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6669221271198807628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6669221271198807628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-youngster-can-throw-better-party.html' title=''/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2529241144252921342</id><published>2009-05-31T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:33:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird moment right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY KEAMATAN, all my Sabahan friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;may this year bring you better and more bountiful harvest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*tho i do doubt any of you still plant padi, right? dont count your grandparents ah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;it was when i was enjoying the beauty of mother nature at Pitas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;three hours away from the famed Kudat - the tip of Borneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;when i suddenly realised.... i miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*do stop reading from here if you do not like me being slightly emo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i miss the times when i had with him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;talking about anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;watching movies, trying out the oddest looking restaurants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;going shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; its been weeks since i last thought about him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;damnit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;how does someone forget the another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i really admire those who can just get over it and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;not feeling abit of sadness or missing those times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;how do they do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*dont answer this question unless you really can do tht*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;there was this phrase i heard over in the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;just a few days ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;" you have to date sumone absolutely wrong for you at least once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;for two reasons. one, for experience and two,to appreciate the good one "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*pretty much like common knowledge...it brought out the 'd'oh!' in me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;cant the wrong guy be the right guy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;at least now i know that for all the wrong reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; the outcome wasnt always bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-2529241144252921342?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2529241144252921342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2529241144252921342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2529241144252921342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2529241144252921342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-moment-right-now.html' title='weird moment right now'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-9183407440027858841</id><published>2009-05-25T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:14:23.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past in a flash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it did occur to me that i've neglected my blog alot recently. and i often thought, omg... how do i start? loads have happened. gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;if i recall correctly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;had northern Indian cuisine at Waterfront wit daddy to celebrate bday! *love*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;my awesome friends threw me the funniest and unforgettable surprise bday bash for me at my fav hangout place - Fruit Monster! i appreciate it peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrated my bday with family+stepsisters wit a night of dancing and loadsa bbq food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;i had a major temper outburst in college at a junior which surprised alot of ppl. but seriously, why be surprised?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;even more surprisingly, i decided to do other things than to help in the upcoming orientation... frens knew that i always wanted to join again to help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;had loads of fun with my sister Mandy, who was back fer a few days from KL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;went on a super fun roadtrip to Labuan wif zavier n tyler. i likey the speedboat too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;met up wit ronald, stayed at Fuxien's place, ate at chow's restaurant ... amongst other fun stuff in labuan like, satays and uber cheap chocs+alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;first day of a new semester! yay! finally back to books once again! teehee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i do dread reading an awful lot. so i decided to put it in point-form. ^.^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-9183407440027858841?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/9183407440027858841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=9183407440027858841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/9183407440027858841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/9183407440027858841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-in-flash.html' title='past in a flash!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4682783154571684909</id><published>2009-03-08T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:45:13.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more or so... i noe</title><content type='html'>in two days i'll know the outcome of the youth camp we're currently organizing. in two days, i'll know if all the sacrifices made by my team and i was worth it. i'll know who are truly supporting me and really wanting to see this succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i fight for what i want, it'd look selfish but then again, i think alot of people would hv done the same if they were in my shoes. but then again, people are very bias or narrow minded here. they gossip like old women and somehow, unintentionally they go all out to sabotage your reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i do this to solely benefit myself... i do admit it does benefit me in some ways but at least i try my best to benefit others too! and in most situations, i let others benefit more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually getting lost. no longer encouraged or motivated or even interested to be involved in anything, even in planning or being a leader. being accused of being selfish or inconsiderate of others, hurts like hell. i wished i wasn't the chairperson/president/leader in the first place. but then again, its inevitable right? for years, i've tried being the follower... it just nvr worked... i'm just slightly discouraged and more likely, emo. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4682783154571684909?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4682783154571684909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4682783154571684909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4682783154571684909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4682783154571684909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-or-so-i-noe.html' title='more or so... i noe'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-8868450980448489751</id><published>2009-02-22T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:01:51.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see no wrong in it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think its sumthing to be happy about   ;)  &lt;br /&gt;i reli doubt its sumthing to be pitied, saddened or ashamed about...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, think about it!&lt;br /&gt;single people have accomplished so much more than couples have!&lt;br /&gt;minus the petty arguments and headache of accommodating each others time/space&lt;br /&gt;sure~ some of you would say : its not a stressful! not a burden!&lt;br /&gt;the popular mandarin phrase applies here...&lt;br /&gt;"i'll listen to you now. dont let me catch you complaining later on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might call me a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo~&lt;br /&gt;i've always said : i wanna have a longlasting relationship&lt;br /&gt;but in reality, i've been relationship-hopping&lt;br /&gt;well, the reason i do what i did is&lt;br /&gt;all in the name of educational purposes &lt;br /&gt;&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm just no longer interested in wasting my youth&lt;br /&gt;no, i have not become some desperate&lt;br /&gt;sick psychotic relationship-love-attention serial junkie!&lt;br /&gt;life's too short, people!&lt;br /&gt;presented with a chance?&lt;br /&gt;me thinks tht moderate consideration is sufficient,&lt;br /&gt;jump on it and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theory is when i hv so much to give&lt;br /&gt;why hold it back?&lt;br /&gt;though i still hold on to my principles.&lt;br /&gt;i never said i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-8868450980448489751?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/8868450980448489751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=8868450980448489751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8868450980448489751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8868450980448489751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-no-wrong-in-it.html' title='i see no wrong in it'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4478181960932230947</id><published>2009-02-06T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:34:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy godmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"erm...  i think i want my hair with layers and thinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"layers ah? boleh bah~ tak mau buat rebonding? kasi thinner rambut nanti rebonding tak cantik! terlalu flat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" APA? FAT!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"flat bah~ FLAT! apala kamu ni! bukan gemuk! rambut macam mana boleh gemuk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"oOoO! haha! flat~~~ how i know la? okok... then u do la. tahu tahu already kan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;" ya bah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"eh! oh yeah! i want to cut short abit. around here! " *points shoulder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"cut short again? tak mau! tak boleh! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" haaa? wat? cut until here only la! nuthin much la! haha "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;" tak mau! tak cantik! last time i cut your hair short, not nice. tak mau! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this amazing woman,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watty is the hairstylist that i've remained loyal to for... four years?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a world record in my books.&lt;/span&gt; no other hairstylist had been in my books for more than two visits. heehee! i guess i prefer those who have their own opinion without being too cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Watty had seen my super curly hairy-days back in form four. i guess she knew how to handle my hair-raising probs   =)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just about 7 months ago, i was in an emotional wreck. i went to Watty and demanded : "cut it very short, thin and i want long wispy bangs."  i flopped down on her comfy chair and she said : " you sure? menyesal tu..." &lt;/span&gt;  one look at my no-nonsense face, she quickly did as bid. i thought it was a job well done. tho she didnt reli cut it as short as i wanted. i think she knew&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it'd ruin her efforts for the last three years in persuading to leave my hair longer so that she can curl it - her dream wah... so she says la! i think she wants to charge me more then! hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i was regretful three months later as the short hair grew longer touching my shoulders. it was a utter mess! i went back to Watty and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she gave me the i-told-you-so! grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for prom, she straightened and did a sassy flip to one side. just wad i would like! then for freshie night, volumnised hair. so simple but i love!  then for the freshie night i was co-organizing, she did beautiful soft curls with abit of brown highlights. i just loooove her! for one of my uncle's daughter's wedding, she braided and made my hair wavy!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; she's like my hairy godmother!&lt;/span&gt; heehe! anyway, i'm waiting for my hair to grow a lil longer to do the have the zigzag layers! or i wanna highlight it purple! or shud i curl it like wad Watty wants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4478181960932230947?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4478181960932230947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4478181960932230947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4478181960932230947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4478181960932230947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/02/hairy-godmother.html' title='hairy godmother'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4677576890500039959</id><published>2009-01-21T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:44:53.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glamness i antied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;driving a Mercedes, Range Rover or a Land Cruiser to college may sound glam n fun n oh-so-cool... but ladies n gentlemen, in reality it is NOT!  i'd rather drive the Toyota HiLux, Royal Saloon, or the Saga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate cars that silently exude glam-ness or anything to do with $ when in college. its just sumthing i hated since primary school. i guess its sumthing to do when people expect sumthing from you thanks to materialistic stuff. like today, a junior came up to my fren and said, "eh, tell your friend i wanna drive her car le! "    that is just one of the many examples... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;honestly, i dunno if i shud feel insulted or proud or... i just dont feel good. i'd just rather not drive these cars! i guess i'm still very much in love with my first car, the Proton Wira. hehehe! no stress no fuss nothing. it's like i can trash the darn thing if i wanted to and it wont hurt. if i had a scratch or drove unto a curb, i'd feel so guilt-ridden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw... i noticed i havent gotten myself any new shoes yet! GAH! the pain of being fussy and having wide feet! but i got lotsa nu clothes! hehehe... after hours and days and weeks of hunting...  sumhow forgot shoes! silly me. after exams, gotta go ransack some of me fave stores! teehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4677576890500039959?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4677576890500039959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4677576890500039959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4677576890500039959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4677576890500039959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/01/glamness-i-antied.html' title='glamness i antied'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-819102399088379288</id><published>2009-01-08T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:17:49.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>extreme opposites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont you just hate people that... well, use you? they're all nice and helpful at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;, but when they achieve wad they want, they suddenly fling you aside and call you up only when they need you once again? gowd, i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;worse is, when you cant say no to them...cuz seriously, i have no heart to do that to them and heck, i'm pretty much a softie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;anyone watched YesMan with Jim Carey in it? yeah... i'm one of the many mad followers of being a Yes(wo)Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;yea... i'm a really bitter friend when it comes to this certain two people. both of them are EXACTLY the same! they would, as i see it, slowly try their utmost best to become your very close fren, help you, accompany you, and i think all these while, these two were jsut trying to get info and get closer to one another via me... now they've hooked up. yea... both of them are opposite genders! but they're exactly the same! now that they have each other, they seemed to have forgotten everyone including me and our group of friends! they would decline going out with us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but when they do have a problem, such as they had a argument or other minor couple-related-problems, both of them wud be hopping/jumping/prancing back to us! wad the f*** la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i hate it but i dont have the heart to say no. please! tell me wad d F do i do!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;on a more cheerful note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG! SEVEN ROSES?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; a rose a day!? madness.... i'll leeave it to you to guess where and whom i got the roses from eh?    muahx!  &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love love love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyV1g_OI/AAAAAAAAAaU/r-fOG4oxkhc/s1600-h/rose1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyV1g_OI/AAAAAAAAAaU/r-fOG4oxkhc/s200/rose1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292618832410639586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyS3mxTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5FA_R9b6wMQ/s1600-h/rose3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyS3mxTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5FA_R9b6wMQ/s200/rose3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292618831614100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMn9lO3kgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Un5adNLhEMw/s1600-h/smiel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMn9lO3kgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Un5adNLhEMw/s200/smiel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292617926010442242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMn9zbN6EI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s3TS_QC8v1U/s1600-h/rose6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMn9zbN6EI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s3TS_QC8v1U/s200/rose6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292617929820334146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMn-HRLZ_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jr3d6Jlberc/s1600-h/rose4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMn-HRLZ_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jr3d6Jlberc/s200/rose4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292617935146936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyWdnBlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/VeVEJNopauY/s1600-h/rose2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyWdnBlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/VeVEJNopauY/s200/rose2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292618832578807378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyWdnBlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/VeVEJNopauY/s1600-h/rose2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blood red, orangey yellow, light yellow, pure white, pinky white, light pink and the .... i'm sorry, the light red rose crumbled! sobs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/4888705645575816710-819102399088379288?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/819102399088379288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=819102399088379288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/819102399088379288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/819102399088379288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2009/01/extreme-opposites.html' title='extreme opposites'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SXMoyV1g_OI/AAAAAAAAAaU/r-fOG4oxkhc/s72-c/rose1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-8099031480774889654</id><published>2008-12-17T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:10:55.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously la gurls! wads d problem la?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and loving it!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; so does that make me commitment-phobic?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;annoyingly and naively so, there are still some people out there who think just that! amazing really! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i find these people just pathetically needy,clingy and of absolutely NO conscience for the mental well-being of others! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i'm personally speaking of two close friends of mine and their die-sastrous relationship. they are BOTH males btw! heheh! i wonder how they have ever gotten themselves such psychotic women in their lives?  i mean, out of the millions of sane souls... u had to choose those suicidal and mental-institute worthy ones who lack self-confidence and are way OTT possessive??! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;description  :  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the girlfriends constant( more like all-the-time)need to sms, call, whine and complain about everything and anything! &lt;/span&gt;they would cry cuz they werent told of a party their men wud be goin, the emails they exchanged were more intimate, the stuff their friends got is more interesting/expensive, or the mere reason of,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;" u dun trust me cuz u dun tell me everything tht is goin on in ur life and in ur mind! "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seriously?! how do u men put up wit that?! &lt;/span&gt;hahahaha~ i sympathise..really! hahahaha i'm a die-hard romantic... show up at my door,give me a buncha roses ,take me to a candlelit dinner in ur car and heck! i'm all urs hunny!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but to tell you wad i'm gonna do everyday, then spill everything out just for ur curiosity and insecurity's sake?! then ask for my passwords and check my mobile/camera/email/facebook... just to prove myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sorry la... thats not proving my loyalty but just robbing me of my privacy to sate your insecurities of ur ever-suspicious heart. just from there, i see this extremely selfish and cowardly person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BUT~ i do hv my principles and beliefs in the love lane. i'd give my heart and soul into the relationship. trust my guy indefinitely. oh! no sex before marriage... gosh.. the fella has gotta be as crazy and funloving as me! gotta understand that i've got my own social life too! dun suffocate me with all the sms and calls and dun ever touch my family!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sure, its nice to have sumone to love and loved in return but... dun mollycoodle the fella to death! i'd die if my boyfren wud sms me abt my whereabouts,go into depression cuz they forgot their daily MSN chat/appointment , or have mini tantrums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;my personal opinion is, all u need now in life is a religion, family and friends. cuz love will eventually come later in life. why not enjoy life wit friends? minus all the headache and emotional turmoil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;besides, wad more can a boyfren do? hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant help but keep advising my frens to believe that... maybe thts cuz i'm a lil too independant and wild-at-heart? i hate being stifled by age-old traditions and taboos. yawn. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i can be absolutely naughty wild crazy bitchy but i still hold on to the golden rule: no smoke,drugs nor sex.&lt;/span&gt; i do drink(never gotten drunk) but its only for the social part, the clubbing part is just for the love of getting all dressed up and dancing with friends, the dangerous driving? hehehe... just for the speeding fun of it. i love cars,the way different cars perform and recently, i just got over my love for drifting... shoot me! hahah~ price of tyres and fuel is "no play-play"! now that i am paying for my own college education and all. sigh. dun u just love growing up? thank goodness daddy is more than happy to let me use any of the cars! hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i havent found the right guy to fit in my uber busy life just yet. besides, men at this age arent reli matured huh? heheh! give them a few more years and they'll be considerable potential candidates. and my standards arent unrealistically high, plus! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not the typical desperate-clingy-fragile gurls. life was meant to be a fun learning process. i hv no time fer this kinda slow-down and tame-me shyt.  xp   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;can u handle me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-8099031480774889654?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/8099031480774889654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=8099031480774889654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8099031480774889654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8099031480774889654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously-la-gurls-wads-d-problem-la.html' title='seriously la gurls! wads d problem la?'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-6173633030647610594</id><published>2008-12-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:17:05.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long dear fren.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ben? i miss you ben. i will miss you. i'll always be missing you &lt;/span&gt;..... owh shucks... now i'm getting all teary... *sniffles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;no lah people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's NOT dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; just going to continue his studies in the States. there goes my best fwen... that lil maggot.. God knows when is the next time i see that fello. sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;now who da hell am i gonna irritate and gossip with in the middle of the night or early morn!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yummerlicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*scandalous*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;details/past memories in my private blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;see u on the other side , precioussss!   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-6173633030647610594?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/6173633030647610594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=6173633030647610594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6173633030647610594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6173633030647610594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-dear-fren.html' title='so long dear fren.'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1271515684489340942</id><published>2008-11-25T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:40:26.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay wif me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the upcoming fundraiser event, sports day,lecturers day and xmas charity visit, its amazing i can survive for the last two weeks with only four or if i'm lucky, six hours of sleep!&lt;/span&gt;  honestly, i'm so exhausted. but i just need to hang on for just a lil while longer- until the 13th of December, that is! ^&amp;amp;$$%^$&amp;amp;^%*&amp;amp;#$!@#   yeah... apart from that, i'm juggling studies, helping out in dad's company, and tutoring lil kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; i'm pretty sure i'd laugh at the next person who tells me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i wanna be just like u! ur so lucky! i wish i was just like you!" &lt;/span&gt;  and its reli weird, those people dun noe wad is it like being busy nor have i ever seen them try to involve themselves in any events! enuff sed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;theres a bad habit i've got which i've not yet to overcome. i cant say NO. i cant say no to people needing a ride back home even tho its out of the way or even, need help or financial aid. yeaps... baaad habits. hehehe! i tried. really. i guess i'm just a bit too softhearted. i look damn tough right?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; guess wad? ur pretty darn wrong. &lt;/span&gt;haha~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-1271515684489340942?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1271515684489340942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1271515684489340942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1271515684489340942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1271515684489340942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-wif-me.html' title='stay wif me'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2743885927899823188</id><published>2008-11-08T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:46:42.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;havent been blogging fer so long! hehhehe! darn busy... d'oh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;before goin to KL, i had to quickly complete my assignments, clear up the workpile and start packing! grah~ i got to KL in one piece after enduring my mom (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; u noe la, mothers are extremely sensitive, careful and too much advise bottled up and they tend to spill it to u when they hv nuthin better to do in airports&lt;/span&gt;) for six hours! i was relieved when we finally got home in KL! i just passed out in bed. hahahah! then lots and lots of shopping! like i've sed over and over again, retail therapy works wonders! hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grandpa's  80th bday&lt;/span&gt; was really fantastic! &lt;/span&gt;my elder sisters did a great job with the video clips, the church group performed a wonderful song for my grandpa, daddy and aunt mei shared many stories of grandpa back in the days, and most of our closest relatives showed up. much to our surprise, uncle fong chan onn came even tho more than half of us sed he'd be too busy to attend. well well well! it was really cool to see him put aside politics and minister duty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i stayed back for another two days to spend time with Ben but... as usual la. things wud not go as planned and i was stuck at home and Ben had exams. dingbat.... i learnt a new word from him. so i settled fer half day with him at OU the dat after. i was pretty surprised to see his girlfren there but... yeah. it was a take it or leave it situation la. decided to just make the best out of it. so yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i had fun just chitchatting with them and took a few silly photos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. drank outrageously expensive plain coffee float which i'm pretty darn sure its not worth even half of its price! heck! Starbucks! u guys roc! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-2743885927899823188?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2743885927899823188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2743885927899823188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2743885927899823188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2743885927899823188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/11/snippets.html' title='snippets'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-7562197860194643038</id><published>2008-10-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:29:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hunch coming on~</title><content type='html'>oh kay... so i helped in writing a commentary letter about this other college girl. she's absolutely horrible. she's bosses people around and heck, she's friggin' rude at it! i was thinking of sending it to the headmistress personally but then, yvon+ivy+regina  "oiii! i wanna sign it too!"  and so it became a group thing...  amazingly... at the end of the day, we got more signatures than expected! i was looking at the pretty pageful of signatures.  *sighs in bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a last minute thingy, gathering as many frens to go support our college basketball team in a open competition. it was pretty good and gosh! regina ivy and i got quite 'high' from all the cheering and laughing. something different from goin out fer movies, shopping,badminton sesh or food wit frens! the juniors probably think the seniors are all mad people. we kept shouting for our new 'husbands' and laughing at the referee ducking the ball, running away from the players and the occasional jeer. FUN~! HEHEHE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-7562197860194643038?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/7562197860194643038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=7562197860194643038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7562197860194643038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7562197860194643038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunch-coming-on.html' title='a hunch coming on~'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-8071427263748700047</id><published>2008-10-07T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:05:56.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peekaboo?  xp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;now that the new semester has started... i think i've regained some sanity from the mad boredom that i had to endure during the hols! haha! some of my frens have called me crazy or 'sot' to be so excited to go back to college classes. no doubt that i'll regret it later on when the assignments, presentations,tests,extra curcular responsibilities and exams come rolling in... but for now! i'm fine... really happy to be slowly picking up the pace to another mad semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;wad has been on my mind lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;i keep looking back on how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; has helped me thru so many difficult decisions last two weeks... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gawd-awful squeeky noise&lt;/span&gt; whenever my land-cruiser passenger door is open... does baby oil work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh shyt... &lt;/span&gt;where did my claims/petty cash file go!? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's a ccf camp to organize, lecturers day drama to conduct,inter-college/uni bball comp to assist, two more major bday bash, and... grah... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when do i ever learn how to not get involved?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-8071427263748700047?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/8071427263748700047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=8071427263748700047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8071427263748700047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8071427263748700047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/10/peekaboo-xp.html' title='peekaboo?  xp'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-6072585936485707877</id><published>2008-09-29T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:52:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was an ice cube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i might be emo but! i'm not suicidal ya'll! relax and take a chill pill~ but i'm glad i have you guys as frens la.... awww... *group hug* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;makes me thank God everyday and everytime i feel so blessed and loved when you guys are there for me, cheering me up or just being there for company or even when i think back on such luvly sweet memories of ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;u noe me la~ i'm very quickly embarassed and would do almost anything to avoid embarassment. so it was the first time i did that... so... yeah! u would know how quick i'd run to hide right? try calling me my horrid lil childhood nickname in front of less-known people, i'd start to become awkward and giggly. go any further than that, watch me blush(if ur damn lucky) or run away! hahaah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel so sorry for my lil dog, Lucky! he's reli unlucky la... i just woke up and walk down the stairs when i spotted him sitting at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me sweetly, tail wagging and... wads that?! a puddle of pee?!  i picked Lucky up and walked him over to the puddle and SMACK! he didnt yelp like usual, instead he growled and snapped! so i warned him ( yes, i talk to him as tho his my lil kiddo) and SMACKED him the second time, while telling him to nvr pee in the hse! he was still growling and baring his lil teeth.. i was getting irritated, going to chuck him out of the hse when my lil sister, Joyce asked me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"ce? why are u hitting Lucky?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" there!*pointing the puddle of pee* cant u see he pee-ed here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"are u sure thats pee? its white la... not yellow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"eh... must his pee be yellow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" i think it was the ice cube i gave him just now la..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the poor lil thing! no wonder Lucky was so angry at me! hahahaahhaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-6072585936485707877?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/6072585936485707877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=6072585936485707877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6072585936485707877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6072585936485707877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-was-ice-cube.html' title='it was an ice cube'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1391474234256322289</id><published>2008-09-28T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T04:30:15.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karaoke kids (suppose to sound like karatekids)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just a week into this semester holiday and i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boooOOORED!&lt;/span&gt; hehe... i'm getting less sleep during the hols than when i had piles of homework and assignments! plus! i'm helping out in my parent's office, but it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recently changed from administration to meet 'n' greet clients and banking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more fun! &lt;/span&gt;hehehe! i get to ponteng fer a while, meet up with frens for drinks and then drive around town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;currently addicted to late afternoon walks with my dog,Lucky!  and.... going out with good frens at night. gosh... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love karaoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the most la! mad hilarious fun with frens. i went wit three totally different group of frens for karaoke nights and... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; i wud describe the one with high school mates was the most relaxed... where there is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolutely no stress to be nice. not that i'm evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but rather, we all noe each other well enuff to choose fab songs together and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing along like kindy kids!&lt;/span&gt; heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; then the other group which consist of family frens (teenagers only!), we were slightly more formal and courteous, choosing only the songs we're good in. still very fun nevertheless...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, just last nite, the college gang... that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karaoke+madhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; singing oldy-mouldies and rock songs... then mandarin and canto songs.... then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u see spagetti and chicken wings?!... people dancing and of course, singing or attempting to... shoes flying and minor wrestling events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; yea... i think i'm just madly hooked to karaoke now... movies and clubbin are orite but i still love goin out fer late night drinks with one or two good frens... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing those who left college already and the 'superstars' whose schedules seem FOREVER packed!&lt;/span&gt; *hints*  hehe!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found this really cute top for parties or clubbin but GAH! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom will have a heart attack. plus, she'll probably arrange a skinning-me-alive session too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its white with shoulder straps, a few strategically sewn on sequins, satin lines,a tiny bit see-thru at the lower part of the top and.... its got several bias angles! very baby-doll and its long! love these long tops la... just have to think how to dress it properly in order to avoid hell with mother. lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'll take a pic of it soon la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-1391474234256322289?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1391474234256322289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1391474234256322289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1391474234256322289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1391474234256322289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/09/karaoke-kids-suppose-to-sound-like.html' title='karaoke kids (suppose to sound like karatekids)'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-6838244157768290046</id><published>2008-09-14T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:11:58.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rants. exam in an oven. literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wad crap is this!?&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you, they're out to get us!&lt;br /&gt;simply trying all ways to fail poor hardworking students!&lt;br /&gt;wad have we done wrong to deserve this?!&lt;br /&gt;why?! tell me why?!&lt;br /&gt;they made us take our exams in a hall without air-conditioning!&lt;br /&gt;no lights! wads wrong with SESB!?&lt;br /&gt;they shud either pay us compensation, or&lt;br /&gt;pay for our resit papars (if we do fail la, which i hope we DO NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;or better still, explain to the HQ and give us extra marks for enduring&lt;br /&gt;humid crowded conditions and having our eyesights worsened, thx to no lighting!&lt;br /&gt;wad de eff la....&lt;br /&gt;dah la its my most hated subject = stats ...&lt;br /&gt;make THE MOMENT i've been waiting for TRULY hell.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot. makes me wonder why i pay my electric and college promptly for.&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/4888705645575816710-6838244157768290046?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/6838244157768290046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=6838244157768290046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6838244157768290046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6838244157768290046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/09/rants-exam-in-oven-literally.html' title='rants. exam in an oven. literally'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-6566824471414449941</id><published>2008-09-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:50:51.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got tagged! arghhh!</title><content type='html'>RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by Pey Herng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i wont deny it, i would be dead jealous and consumed with rage. heheh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;er... i wanna have a stable high-income job which i enjoy doing for the rest of my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;oh gosh... honestly? i wud like to kick Pak Lah's arse. he's stinks as the PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i would probably save a quarter of it in unit trusts, then the rest will be wisely spent by sequence of = property, holiday trips, cars, presents, clothes,shoes,accessories,food and pets! HEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you u fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;theres a probability... happened in the past. ONCE was enuf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Loved by someone. sounds awfully selfish but yea... i feel more its more blessed that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already waited for nearly seven years... i guess a few more wont hurt.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;depends on THEIR relationship. is it strong or weak? kekeke...  if i have a chance... why not?!   i dun wanna live my life with "what if"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;an actor? or... i think gf... as in gurlfrens! maybe we cud do another version of Sex and the city or sisterhood of the travelling pants? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;temptation.... anger.... bring on the greenbacks ya'll! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i foresee myself married with an equally ambitious spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;hehe... losing my two front tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;blurdy emo and works only when he wants to buy stuff. like now... hahaha!  &gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Describe the person tagged you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;pey herng. the fella is a good fren,quite talkative, very funny, has naturally curly (sexy) hair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yawn and change positions, continue sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;yup... i'd give my everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;hmmmm.... thanks to human nature, i'd pick the better looking one. and thanks to the importance of materiality in the real-world, i'd choose the richer fella. but honestly,  i always end up with the funnier,more romantic and goldhearted fella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i would probably avoid him/her, when cooled, i would forgive BUT!  i would definitely NEVER forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i'm enjoying singledom! hehehe! but of course, i do have my eyes on one or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20.List 5 people to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olivia&lt;/span&gt; ---&gt; is this ur first tag?&lt;br /&gt;2  .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joseph&lt;/span&gt;--&gt; assuming he does this kinda stuff~  kekekek&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regina&lt;/span&gt;---&gt; stop laughing, regina!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sara&lt;/span&gt;---&gt; cheer up gurlie.. hv more fun and smile  =)&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eunice&lt;/span&gt; ---&gt; now u have something to blog about! hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-6566824471414449941?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/6566824471414449941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=6566824471414449941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6566824471414449941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/6566824471414449941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-tagged-arghhh.html' title='got tagged! arghhh!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-723973513487061258</id><published>2008-09-07T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:30:31.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blind? deaf? or plain stupid?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SMPJM84eQMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/iVvMEsIo3Uw/s1600-h/Abdullah+sleeping+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SMPJM84eQMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/iVvMEsIo3Uw/s320/Abdullah+sleeping+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243255615527993538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this political drama goin on is making me more and even more unpatriotic!  honestly!  i've always been one to feel content of being Malaysian and have been TRYING to believe in the term "bangsa Malaysia" and motto "Malaysia Boleh!"   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now, i am fully conviced that i am stuck in a country run by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;childish/inconsiderate/greedy adults&lt;/span&gt; who conveniently call themselves politicians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to think politicians were people who had a heart of gold and should be rewarded for being of service to the masses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; someone who can help voice out the needs and concern of the people. i would hv &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;called them modern santa clauses or toothfairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all you hafta do is be good for a whole year, and during Christmas, he comes with ur most desired present! same applies to the toothfairy, endure the pain of ur tooth being extracted/broken/bitten/falling out, put it under ur pillow and there u go! five dollar note in place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LIES! ALL LIES.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see current leaders yelling and calling each other names, threatening to kill, belittling different races,  and leaders being suspected of being involved in murder, and corruption.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;why doesn't the Prime Minister control just some of the political monkeys? i'm actually being nice to label them monkeys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when i've come across others calling them: idiots, goons and uncivilized clouts. &lt;/span&gt;Why aren't they embarrassed on their humiliatingly childish conduct?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the leadership? and why are there civilians who still support these monkeys? i'm at horror and also shock. are they blind? are they paid? or are they just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;plain stupid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-723973513487061258?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/723973513487061258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=723973513487061258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/723973513487061258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/723973513487061258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/09/blind-deaf-or-plain-stupid.html' title='blind? deaf? or plain stupid?!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SMPJM84eQMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/iVvMEsIo3Uw/s72-c/Abdullah+sleeping+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-440577010280879857</id><published>2008-09-03T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:22:17.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rojak. misses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just found out : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG... I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; LIL BOUTIQUES~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a lil late but heheheh! it just happened last week when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suddenly i had a whole lot of opportunity and time to go into 'em! HEE!&lt;/span&gt; fun fun fun~ shopping with emu, Sarah, Ivy,and Regina.  the clothes, at most times are abit too lala for me though... but their accessories and handbags! HEHEHEHEHE! i have to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*must!*&lt;/span&gt; go shopping after this exam! i'm going to SYSTEMATICALLY go into every single boutique to shop!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; bought this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;reli nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..er..wait!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats an understatement....&lt;/span&gt; this is by far the most GORGEOUS necklace i ever bought meself! a bit pricey but oh-so-worth-it! &lt;/span&gt;heehee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'll upload the pictures of it soonish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; currently,am actually digging my own grave as exam looms ever closer.  business statistics and accounts are not my favourite subjects but yea... *starts humming: i will survive*   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wanna have lotsa beauty sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy mothernature by goin to the river/beach/mountain!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spend quality time with good frens+Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(elder sis)&lt;---- she MIGHT be coming back for the holidays!&lt;/span&gt; miss her much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then will be investing some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time+effort+brainpower&lt;/span&gt; on a beneficial mini project with Herng &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its all hush-hush for now, will surprise ya'll soon!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-440577010280879857?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/440577010280879857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=440577010280879857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/440577010280879857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/440577010280879857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/09/rojak-misses.html' title='rojak. misses.'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-3262974335318577864</id><published>2008-08-24T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:08:37.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka? wad merdeka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is it me or is everyone just not into the Merdeka mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i dun see the madness of the locals putting up the Jalur Gemilang along the streets, in their gardens, or even their cars! used to see it every year! i suddenly realised that Merdeka day is coming up in less than a week and the air of festivity is just not there! gosh... i find it a bit weird la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;when u think about it, yes, u can come up with so many reason WHY this year's Merdeka day or month is not so 'happening'. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Political squabbles among greedy and immoral politicians/hero-wannabes.&lt;/span&gt; the MAJOR reason why i think i wud be upset :  the cost of living skyrockets, thanks to sudden increase in fuel prices.... Barisan Nasional losing quite a big amount of supporters.... yet they 'tak tahu malu'  and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their leader whom i think is a laughing stock of the nation, i dun feel he shud be given the title of 'Datuk Seri' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as Pak Lah has absolutely NO CONTROL over his lil minion or i doubt he even knows wad he is doing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;just ONE thing i'm currently rejoicing about : YESH! Lee Chung Wei won the silver medal! he still did us proud despite not coming out the overall champion. absolute respect fer the fella la! showed true sportmanship and Malaysian spirit!  =)  rawk on LCW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;still makes me wonder.....WTF AM I STILL DOING HERE IN THIS COUNTRY?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-3262974335318577864?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/3262974335318577864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=3262974335318577864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3262974335318577864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3262974335318577864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka-wad-merdeka.html' title='merdeka? wad merdeka?'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2097098020566203394</id><published>2008-08-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:21:55.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking shopping eating.dead tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;walking up and down the brand new hypermall - One Borneo is reallly tiring. heck! its new,huge and i dont know any of the shop locations la! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;forgive me... i hv a very small memory capacity!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmmph! its the thot that counts right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;we were on a mission! hehehe! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;, Ivy, Regina and i went from one end of the city, to the other end just to hunt for the limited edition Espirit watch and a Samsung handphone charger&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for his daaaaaaaarling!&lt;/span&gt; kekekek...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sucha sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after losing lots of valuables, terenz was pretty depressed and refused to sit in his car anymore. so yeah... i guess the fella felt awful. so decided to 'employ' three girls to do the shopping. CHEH~ easy job for us gurls bah~ heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;easy but damn tiring la! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finding the handphone charger was the hardest. original is RM99 while the questionable one is...darn cheap! the Espirit watch? gawsh... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;bargaining is bloody addictive! hehehe! the minute i got the price i wanted... i was soon eye-ing every darn thing to be bargained on! hahahah!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it took the whole afternoon and evening. by the time we finally sat down to hv a decent dinner... it was alredy nine thirty. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i lied about the 'decent' dinner... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we totally pigged out. we called chicken wings, satay, hokkien mee, lo mee and loads of sugary lemon drinks! hehehe! madness la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so much for wanting to stay fit n healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahya.... but worth it la~ see Terrenz soooo happy and touched by the ultra-simple card we drew in a matter of minutes in the car and then gave everything to her. awww... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-2097098020566203394?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2097098020566203394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2097098020566203394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2097098020566203394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2097098020566203394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/08/walking-up-and-down-brand-new-hypermall.html' title='walking shopping eating.dead tired.'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2818829821084296392</id><published>2008-08-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:01:05.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>olympic+bbq</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhH5KpAI/AAAAAAAAATc/7oI3FR4aKmQ/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhH5KpAI/AAAAAAAAATc/7oI3FR4aKmQ/s320/Image050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949140082304002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhUtI82I/AAAAAAAAATk/c526yVGuPAM/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhUtI82I/AAAAAAAAATk/c526yVGuPAM/s320/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949143521522530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhdFVROI/AAAAAAAAATs/kEnjXxnWmKM/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhdFVROI/AAAAAAAAATs/kEnjXxnWmKM/s320/Image053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949145770476770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhTIjMVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hhgrhdZdv3o/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhTIjMVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hhgrhdZdv3o/s320/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949143099617618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;playing with marshmellows!  lips gone all white too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;out of the blue... with not much reason at all.... a barbecue is organized by Calvan. hahah! it was a surprising event la. asking him wads the reason behind the bbq, guessed d answer? just for frenship. isn't that refreshing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i find it so... curious. ahahaha! how many people wud go thru the trouble of organizing such a thing just for the fun of it and for frenship? not many.&lt;/span&gt; honestly, i thot it was so thoughtful and sweet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;got there a bit earlier to help out. wilson n yvon were alredy there dealing with the sausages and crab meat. hehehe... i joined them ... in a matter of minutes.. all was done. yvon left for home while calvan went off to fetch the gurls, i sat at the sofa listening to wilson go on and ooooon about sound systems. hehe! the rest of the guys- kelvin, peyherng, tay, kenny- came and ohmigosh...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; they were fooling around and got some of the more DECENT acts on photo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the night was pretty orite as i hung out with the gurls-terenz, ivy,regina,yvon- taking silly pics and i learnt how to skewer a raw chickenwing. yes... i'm dat sakai.  blek!  the guys were hilarious and gentlemanly at some parts. hehehe! i'm only referring to... owh nevermind!  i like the part where  all&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the guys wud do the cooking and.... the cleaning afterwards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz we gurlies got away to watch movie! but... instead we changed our minds halfway, and off to burger king. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Olympic 2008 opening ceremony was worldclass performance la!  amazing, fantastic and so blardy well thought! thumbs up and hats off China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-2818829821084296392?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2818829821084296392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2818829821084296392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2818829821084296392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2818829821084296392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympicbbq.html' title='olympic+bbq'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SJ8rhH5KpAI/AAAAAAAAATc/7oI3FR4aKmQ/s72-c/Image050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-166640227067550419</id><published>2008-08-06T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:52:36.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sending cars flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i now drive with a seat belt, i check my car lights before driving, i made sure the guys at the office check engine stuff like brakes and timing belts.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am i a chicken or just bloody paranoid?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no lah.... its just that, in the span of a week, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've witnessed four incidents which involved friends and cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;daddy's new land cruiser looked like Dr Jekyll/Mr Hyde. why? the driver side looked pretty while the passenger side was totally smashed. apparently he parked at the side of the road at four in the morning to have a nap.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the car slid into the monsoon drain thanks to slippery surface. thank goodness daddy is orite... he was woke up in a shock, and when he tried getting out using his door... too heavy to lift it up... he....went back to sleep. amazing isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;he slept till sumone noticed his car and called the towtrucks and all! hahahahahah! and at that time was already seven. daddy was still sleeping. funny fella. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the guy who spotted him thot he was dead, and was panicking!&lt;/span&gt; hahahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;last Friday,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i accidentally threw Calvan off my HiLux.&lt;/span&gt; i think both him and myself were to blame. Ivy and i were trying to scare the four guys that we left the mall without them. knowing one of the guys would worry cuz its his responsibilty to ensure Ivy gets home safely, i drove the car to a diff parking space and we hid ourselves by lying flat down! hehehe! it kinda worked! the guys were talking loudly, noticed that my car wasnt at the parking space that i parked in when i got there and were walking around the carpark. ivy and i were giggling ourselves crazy. but... yeah. cudnt hide for long cuz Wilson recognised my car later on. while Kenny and Kelvin laughed it off, i decided : "okayla~ jokes over, lets get outta here"  Calvan and Wilson stood on my driver's side of the car, hands holding on the top of the car as leverage. i was still in hyperhappy mode. i stepped on the accelerator(Wilson jumps off) and upon hearing Calvan shouting my name, i stepped on the brakes. he flew off, hitting my side mirror and then the front of my car, then unto the floor. my hyperhappy mood.. totally gone. panic is in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the embarrassing part? i shouted at the security guard "call an ambulance!" and checked Calvan's neck and head then pulled him up. he's okay but starts laughing.... yeah. butt and back hurts eh?   an hour or two later, he mutters : " Wilson and i wanted to shake your car la. "   oppzie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the very next day, as i was passing by the Sabah Medical Centre. i saw a new Range Rover Vogue hit another car just after crossing a roundabout. needless to say, the other car was badly damaged while the big chunk of glamour was only slightly dented and shattered his headlights. o wells... the driver cud hv been unfamiliar with the power of the car huh? *shakes head*  heheh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm pretty much a noob when it comes to driving so i shudnt be commenting on others eh?&lt;/span&gt; hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;last one would be ... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do the elderly still drive?! i've got nuthin against them but rather, wat are their children thinking!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imagine us, total strangers see an elderly driving can make us cringe with worry. get them a driver( employed or relatives la!) or please dun let them drive la.... not trying to be cruel to them but rather its just for their safety la! sad la to see them drive....  dah la.. so slow.   &gt;;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-166640227067550419?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/166640227067550419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=166640227067550419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/166640227067550419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/166640227067550419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/08/sending-cars-flying.html' title='sending cars flying'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-3120222753923884098</id><published>2008-07-31T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:50:31.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absolutely chummy. hmmph.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;being a decent friend is hard enough. i guess i often try to be a GOOD fren far too much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yes, i do have my evil and cold side of me but then again, i'm just being me at the same time. "spread da luv" is abit of my life motto. so yea... i'm cruel but not too bad. i know the limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;okay... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;so wad am i blabbing about?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pretty obvious though. being a good fren doesnt guarantee you one with the matching dedication and commitment you put into the frenship. with many reasons, i choose to believe there is a simple and logical solution to pretty much every thing in life. same goes with frenship. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i was enjoying the simple laughs and fun of a new friendship with other good chums but, it suddenly turns stone cold dead. why ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i.could.not.think.of.my.wrong.doing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;after a few days, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i decided : okay la~ i'll be the one to say sorry for wadever i cud possibly have done wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when actually, i JUST CANT THINK OF ANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;label me naive or stupid, i thot things wud be orite, cuz it didnt. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;i sed sorry and in my face, was called 'irritating' in mandarin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;like i said, being a good fren is not easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sumthing else niggling in my mind is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;fuel prices are up, everything known to man on the market has also up on their prices. except for air and... nothing else actually. even water and electricity bills are costlier. gosh. wad d eff are people gonna live happily? and think about the average and low income earners?! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my opinion---&gt; i think it's the Prime Minister and his ma cai's doing. who cares? they're all multimillionaires! where's d pinch with a less than a ringgit's diff in product prices? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-3120222753923884098?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/3120222753923884098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=3120222753923884098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3120222753923884098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3120222753923884098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/07/absolutely-chummy-hmmph.html' title='absolutely chummy. hmmph.'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-7620513319624101799</id><published>2008-07-18T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:50:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nuff sed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i looked at you and finally knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;there was no need to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;that for you, i would kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to forever be with in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;why cant i just fall out of love?  i think, its true.  i'm in love with being in love. but its more of the the love-hate thingy. i dont wanna be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;clearing my study table and found two boxes full of unworthy/useless paper!  past year questions, lecture notes, calculation rough paper and nonsensicalscribblings... i know i should recycle. but the question is... should i recycle with the college or by myself?  with the on-going recycle campaign in college held by the Student Welfare Committee - Green Life, is somewhat... dissappointing. being the biggest and more influential club, they shud be setting an example of how to run a successful campaign. instead, i've heard nothing of the campaign! i did not even notice there was a recycling campaign! it just happened that, one day, as i was walking to the multipurpose hall to join frens for a game of table tennis, noticed my frens sitting beside lotsa boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt; *pointing the boxes*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"you brought those boxes in? for wad?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"ha? not me la! SWC de! they want recycle wa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;" hai meh? how come, like, mou teng gor geh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"they also dunno doing what la... i come in also like dat liao"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;asking those in the club committee, some of them just shyly smile and said that, it wasn't their project. another few will say that they're just following orders and the seniors seem content doing it themselves rather than share the workload with the freshies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;how odd. i would gladly part mith my workload with the juniors in hope of not only,  *i admit it! i'm a bit lazy!  haha* making it easier for me but also giving the juniors opportunity to learn how a campaign is run.  a banner isnt enuff as publicity. one measly A4 sized poster on top of the boxes isn't enuff either. suggesting - word of mouth. enuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-7620513319624101799?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/7620513319624101799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=7620513319624101799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7620513319624101799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7620513319624101799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/07/nuff-sed.html' title='nuff sed'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-7445215271167174856</id><published>2008-07-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:13:04.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball amidst the traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm not really into watching every new movie in the cinema, with more than five tagging along.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i prefer going out once or twice a month with just two or three close frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe the teenage craving of supreme popularity is coming to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  now, i'd rather relax on the couch at home or at the back of the fourwheel drive at the beach, with a fren or two, laugh and talk or  just read a book with my mp3. in class... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'd rather just sit with a laidback friend, rather than to hang out and form a noisy, up to no good, notorious rich/famous clique.&lt;/span&gt; i'm tired of keeping up with the gossips and late night out. i'm tired of rebelling and trying to be so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the perks? a happier and simpler me.&lt;/span&gt; i feel more relaxed than ever before. ok... i'll quit talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; abt my 'then' and 'now' crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHtwPgw435I/AAAAAAAAATE/9KIBVKBhYlQ/s1600-h/jasonbehr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHtwPgw435I/AAAAAAAAATE/9KIBVKBhYlQ/s320/jasonbehr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222891604661559186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my first celeb crush?  ---&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Behr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;iloveyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(had a  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;major&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;major&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MAJOR crush on this fella even when he was still in Roswell!) omg... the hunk is hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hahah! the word HUNK alredy means hot fella... i simply had to add the word hot! he's just absolutely yummy! heheh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHtwOelEPPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W9-Qcf6LDUg/s1600-h/dragon-wars-giant-dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHtwOelEPPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/W9-Qcf6LDUg/s320/dragon-wars-giant-dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222891586895232242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHtwPU22aQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8fu5StzQkNA/s1600-h/dragon-wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHtwPU22aQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8fu5StzQkNA/s320/dragon-wars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222891601465338114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the movie D-Wars (dragon wars) sucked big time. it was a horrid horrid blend of east+west, technology and bygone eras, love from the past life... yawn.... snore...vomits... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; imagine this star-wars looking fella being hit by a car twice and when he's laying down on the road, he mutters: shyt( in the star war roughened voice.)  then there was not single DRAGON in sight for the whole one hour and a half... until the last fifteen minutes of the movie. showing a dragon rawring and belching fire before flying off to heaven. disappointing la i tell u. i was whining and screaming in my head to get out of the friggin cinema.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i fell asleep while panda kept criticising and poking fun at the movie. hahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh! and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i was challenged to dribble a basketball around the traffic-jammed parking lot &lt;/span&gt;on the way home. i was car-pooling with frens when we got stuck in the parking lot jam. everyone is rushing home. waited...and waited for the congestion to ease but still! WHY WONT YOU PEOPLE MOVE FASTER?! so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kenny and i accepted the challenge and on the count of three... opened the kenari door, and dribbled the basketball as fast as we cud around and as far as we cud then upon waving to unknown drivers, scrambled back into the car. mad... but fun. imma record it next time  =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&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/4888705645575816710-7445215271167174856?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/7445215271167174856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=7445215271167174856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7445215271167174856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7445215271167174856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/07/basketball-amidst-traffic.html' title='basketball amidst the traffic'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHtwPgw435I/AAAAAAAAATE/9KIBVKBhYlQ/s72-c/jasonbehr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4069264941390119671</id><published>2008-07-09T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:50:41.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bum hurts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHTB0nyIjaI/AAAAAAAAASc/1qkkj7jvFBQ/s1600-h/beach0408+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHTB0nyIjaI/AAAAAAAAASc/1qkkj7jvFBQ/s320/beach0408+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221010977805864354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oddly enuff. with only TWO SUBJECTS this semester,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i am still ... not at peace? i'm still filled with the need to rush... never just sitting still and have a laugh. i'm amazed at those who can just take a day off and enjoy a road trip to the mountains?! unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;or those who take eight to ten days off their tight schedule to join the Borneo Safari! ohmigosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;actually, thats been bugging me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sumthing my dad said just a a few days ago... "sit back, relax and enjoy the simple things in life."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; thinking about it... i guess... i, too often aim for the big prize... always forgetting to set aside sum time to relax and just.. ENJOY.  my mistake wud be when i was in the committee fer orientation 08. i was stressed out and always taking up more tasks and rushing all around. i forgot that it was sumthing to be enjoyed rather than to be slaved away. maybe... in a way, i was just keeping myself busy. i don wanna think about other depressing stuff. hahah~&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;now, i'm on sum kinda practical course to be a more relaxed person. i AM trying la! hahah~ according to my coursemates Panda and Dona, i'm always in a panic-mode. " WHERE GOTTTT?! " I screeched in protest. and their reply?   " you see? thats wad i mean "      argh.. testing my patience ya'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'm deprived of the following : &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping! i dun care if its shoes, underwear or cars! BRING ME! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if my schedule permits me to join u  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;intellectual debate  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anything but cartoons, math, games...etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fren-enemy drama  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;either i've changed or i just lost my touch of creating drama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;emotional connection   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in short, i need a reli good fren or a boyfren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;any sort of healthy addictions  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my badminton buddies cant find the right time anymore.. replacements anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahaha! actually its more of " i miss those stuff"  rather than "i'm deprived of" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH! FYI : tripping OUT of ur car is sooo not funny! my butt hurts like mad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4069264941390119671?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4069264941390119671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4069264941390119671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4069264941390119671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4069264941390119671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/07/bum-hurts.html' title='bum hurts!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SHTB0nyIjaI/AAAAAAAAASc/1qkkj7jvFBQ/s72-c/beach0408+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1862652913097268674</id><published>2008-06-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:11:43.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>made of Mcdreamy-nesss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SGkSRIPGXCI/AAAAAAAAASU/dic8ISBu8pM/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SGkSRIPGXCI/AAAAAAAAASU/dic8ISBu8pM/s400/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217721728763321378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;life in college &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; orientation week and freshies night have left me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;somewhat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. nuthin to rush around, nuthin to worry about, or no reason to be screeching at the mobile phone to the receiving end of the listener.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;there's NOTHING to do! omg... this is driving me mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i was clearing the cupboards and ...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by the word - cupboard(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...yes, i have a rather moderate sized cupboard in my room and a...erm... ceiling to floor kinda closet in the next room for storage of clothes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but.. thats not the point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i counted the amount of stuff i have in there ( considering the others in my sisters wardrobe and in the storeroom?)  and goodgolly... i can open a shop to sell all those clothes (second hand, of course)! and i'm betting, i'll have continuous business for at least six months! hahahahahhaahha~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made of Honor. rocks. hot. sexy. sweet. funny. McDreamy.  muahx! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Yvonne and i were waiting fer the chance to go watch it, despite the lack of enthusiasm from others, we're surprisingly satisfied. IF ONLY guys like Tom, aka McDreamy can be ordered off a menu! yummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm trying to be reli patient. i'm trying to be very very positive but... gotta admit. its pretty hard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christian Fellowship committee meeting was NOT wad i expected. &lt;/span&gt; due to the rush, maybe some committees joined due to obligation of being voted or are unable to loosen up and interact with others. thus the meeting went on with only the seniors and ONE junior providing suggestions and stating opinions. and the lack of self esteem?  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;help me!&lt;/span&gt; they're scared to even raise their hands up during voting and just shake their heads.  i mean,  WADS WRONG WIF U PPL?! WHERES D PASSION TO SERVE HIM!? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tempted to utter : wimps! &lt;/span&gt; but okay... i shall refrain meself from all those noti noti stuff. heh~! i'm still hoping and praying fer the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-1862652913097268674?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1862652913097268674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1862652913097268674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1862652913097268674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1862652913097268674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/06/made-of-mcdreamy-nesss.html' title='made of Mcdreamy-nesss'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SGkSRIPGXCI/AAAAAAAAASU/dic8ISBu8pM/s72-c/DSC02479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-8106458884434567131</id><published>2008-06-15T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:02:17.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation week + freshies night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=124524&amp;amp;l=51cd5&amp;amp;id=704020525"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SFVvPAIL0yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/O4bqg1coF_4/s320/random+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212194447274267426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* click the picture to view my photo album of freshie night!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a month before orientation for the new students, mr tsen was already choosing and fussing over who will be in the organizing committee. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after much persuasion, i agreed to participate as a MC. thinking that i would just do a small part and get it over with.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; LIES! ALLL LIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i was dragged into piles and piles of paperwork, running around from lecture halls to the staffroom, driving up and down,burning the midnight oil, shop fer hamper stuff ( not the same as shopping la... so not my expertise!) and wrapping hampers! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;wsh... when hv u seen or heard me wrap hampers?! have u seen the presents i wrapped?! i'm the most messy and untidy present wrapper in the world!&lt;/span&gt; then i'm also given the task of choreographing the freshie king+queen catwalk and the senior performance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* rhythmically bangs head at the wall*  wad have i put myself into!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but surprisingly, i got thru it! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with amazing help from gud mates - Yvonne, Fynn, Pey Rong, Zavier and Pey Herng! ahyoo... wad wud i do without u la? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahaha! Yvonne being the biggest help in everything from hampers and the king n queen catwalk plus the most importantly, the senior dance! and Herng! thanks fer helping me with the choreography of the freshie king+queen catwalk. Fynn, for the use of her home and being the coolest hostess! haha! luv ur homey home! and ultra cute+funny peyrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orientation week went pretty orite... with all the expected rush and unexpected screw ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; forgot to test the video sound effects and the difficulty of the games. there was a bit of tension as groups leaders begin to be very competitive with all the competition goin on. group performance was sumwhat a hit... the juniors seem to be so dedicated to attending practice despite the tight schedule of college studies. not bad... reli impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th - freshies' nite. FINALLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after the countless hours of meetings and involvement in preparing for this night, its finally here. that morning, went to make sure we had sufficient prizes only to realise we are two short. dangit... went shopping and wrapped 2 hampers(again!) and in the afternoon, went to set my hair in curls. then off to the restaurant to join the other committee members in last minute decorationsof the stage and making sure everything like the lighting and tables are set in place. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still dressed casually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; until the last minute, then we were rushing wearing out formal outfits and gurls doin their makeup. men... well... they dun hv to do much , do they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha! i wore the dress my gud buddies bought for me on my birthday! a black silk tube dress! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the whole night was a mad chaotic rush&lt;/span&gt;. the committee was running all around getting the event to flow smoothly... it worked only to a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ertain degree. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;our performance of waltz,chacha and rock n roll as the opening seniour performance was sumwat good. my dancing partner tyler and maradona were reli great... both made it so stressfree. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so yea...seniors! we did great!&lt;/span&gt; hahah! no self praise here.&lt;/span&gt; it was all about having fun... no stress. the juniors group performance were reli encouraging... got to see loads of dedication and some talent. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SFVxMLZjOkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oCJ6ew2e9Q4/s1600-h/random+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SFVxMLZjOkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/oCJ6ew2e9Q4/s320/random+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212196597783542338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the afterparty(12am) at mcdonalds was awfully good, after changing location twice! &lt;/span&gt;first it was TanaMerah then a famous coffeeshop, both were closed! football match was on telly but we left the rowdy crowd downstairs and occupied the whole of upstairs to ourselves. yak yak yak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;till nearly three am... sigh... sumthing just wonderful to remember fer a reli long time&lt;/span&gt; la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-8106458884434567131?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/8106458884434567131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=8106458884434567131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8106458884434567131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8106458884434567131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/06/orientation-week-freshies-night.html' title='Orientation week + freshies night'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SFVvPAIL0yI/AAAAAAAAAR0/O4bqg1coF_4/s72-c/random+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-298041453499590404</id><published>2008-06-07T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:43:13.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun read fine prints!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: On the Outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Name : Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Date of Birth : 28/3/89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Current Status : single.. but not available! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eye Colour : dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hair Colour : black and brown(used to be red streaks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Righty or Lefty : Right-handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Zodiac Sign : Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: On the Inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your Heritage : Chinese ( hokkien+canton)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your Fear : blood and losing loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your Weakness : money and I have a very small memory capacity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza : Hawaiian chicken! No wait! Pepperoni! Er..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Yesterday, Today &amp;amp; Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your thoughts first waking up : ouhmaigawd! Nine thirty already?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your bedtime : varies upon workload and stress levels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your most missed memory : spending the afternoon reading and playing Monopoly with dad+sisters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Your Pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke : actually… wads d diff? coke la COKE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;McDees or Burger King : honestly…BK is yummier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Single or Group Dates : single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Adidas or Nike : NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE! Too many nikes in school tests~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea : all da suga! Yucks… maybe lipton? I heard nestea is reli sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : Chocolate! Like my old nickname. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cappucino or Coffee : venti Javachip Frap with extra cream! Yum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Do You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Smoke : Neverrrrrrr… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Curse : when the situation is baaaaaad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: In the Past Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Drank alcohol : Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gone to the mall : yep! I bought the long awaited Tag Huer watch by Tiger Woods! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went to Borders : no Borders bookshop here T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Been on stage : too many times…. For Orientation week, karaoke and freshie nite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eaten sushi : nopers~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dyed your hair : noo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7: Have You Ever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Played a stripping game : wad abt changing clothes in a rush along with other frens in a room? Changed who you were to fit in : if it’s a bad habit or attitude la. *mutters* yes la…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8: Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age you're hoping to graduate : 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age you're hoping to start work : 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age you're hoping to retire: 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Age you're hoping to be married : after 25? Ahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9: In A Guy/Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Best Eye colour : light brown! So sexaaay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hair colour : black/dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Short or long hair : whichever suits him. I’m easy to please~ XP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10: What Were You Doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 minute ago : sneezed. Might be sumone missing me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 hour ago : drinking red wine wit my uncles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1/2 hours ago : laffing with uncles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 month ago : i….cant remember. Refer to my weakness. Not chocolates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 year ago : i….cant remember. Refer to … EH?! WHO REMEMBERS AH!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11: Finish The Sentence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love : roti canai and the tarik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel : a pimple coming on my cheek! GAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate : irresponsible ppl and backstabbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hide : most of jewelry cuz mommy is gonna kill me if she finds out …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss : sleeping till afternoon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I need : more sleep. Less curricular activities. More study time(yeaaa rite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks to sara... i had to complete dis taxing tag! it would have been orite until i was so curious of the fine prints in her blog, stating to tag anyone who reads it. DARN IT! garrr.... so i tag anyone! no fine print! TAG! YOU MUST DO IT! nyahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-298041453499590404?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/298041453499590404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=298041453499590404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/298041453499590404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/298041453499590404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dun-read-fine-prints.html' title='i dun read fine prints!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-5333408396738162980</id><published>2008-05-31T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:49:08.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naturelovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i cant remember the last time i woke up at six.&lt;/span&gt; yes.. i'm a lazy bugger. i drove my fav car to fetch Zavier,Terrenze and Claudia then off we went to meet up with Tyler and Wilson before going off on a nearly two hour drive out of the city to Kiulu river. i just wanted to go de-stress and enjoy the company of close frens and nature. the drive there was...scenic. and thank God... the weather was exquisite. not too sunny... just nice. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the two mad woman at the back of my car is...just PURE madness! hahah! they scream.. laugh...talk...tease...jump in the back seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img79.imageshack.us/my.php?image=kiulugroupqy2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img79.imageshack.us/img79/3448/kiulugroupqy2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and play/tied with front seat passenger's hair---&gt; Zavier and the poor driver's hair ----&gt; Charlotte. OMG. i have NEVER felt so embarassed in my life! my hair was HORRIBLE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img150.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sillyhairdokx2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/7959/sillyhairdokx2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were laughed and pointed at by kids and old ladies traveling in a mini van along the entire same road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for more pictures and stories, check out zavier's post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiaher87.blogspot.com/2008/06/giulu-tampololi-haha-dunno-how-to-spell.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://jiaher87.blogspot.com/2008/06/giulu-tampololi-haha-dunno-how-to-spell.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the pictures will be uploaded as soon as i can try making some free time. i will try. hopefully la. soon-ish... and i'll tell u guys more funny silly stuff. river drama. hahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-5333408396738162980?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/5333408396738162980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=5333408396738162980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/5333408396738162980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/5333408396738162980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/05/naturelovers.html' title='naturelovers'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4563773527054659978</id><published>2008-05-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:56:00.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freshie fun. misses sumone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i think we all did a pretty good job fer the orientation week&lt;/span&gt;. presentation and speeches, ice breaking sessions and town explorace... met a few familiar faces! juniors from my high school! fun fun fun... and got to know even MORE interesting freshies... hmm... some of them have reli good attitudes... mostly because they can speak fluent english ... &lt;strong&gt;THANK GAWD!&lt;/strong&gt; hahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*** hint hint*** the committee shud be rewarded! hehehe! i said tht just becuz i'm in it! a luncheon wud be fun... dinners are getting boring.. wad abt high tea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;shucks... i have to go and buy another dress! cuz the one i have right now is labelled = too sexy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;HELLO!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; when did i &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; buy stuff that are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;too sexy?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; theres not even cleavage! its a simple black tube dress! the hems end at the knee!   =.='''  and i thought the dress shud be labelled = simple and conservative...  bleck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;fashion here is so LALA. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i need to be de-LALA-fied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. anyone help me... hahahah! i'm surrounded by typical chinese gurls who curl and dye their hair blonde. wear ultra bright coloured tops with minis and boots. tons of eye makeup and wear thick framed spectacles. not forgetting their super-accented mandarin. sigh... why am i stuck here? okay... so i might be reli simple and plain thus &lt;strong&gt;sticking out like a sore thumb&lt;/strong&gt; but shucks! i have the right to complain no? hahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss my best bud Ben. i reli do. i wish i had more time to talk ... wish we both werent so stubborn , so full of pride and at times, foolish to start on fights or arguments. looking back, i shud've tried my best to hang out more with the fella and keep in touch. yet realistically, we're both leading our own lives and he's happy now. i'm reli happy fer him tho i have to still go on my own cuz i havent found my soulmate just yet. lucky him eh? haha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4563773527054659978?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4563773527054659978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4563773527054659978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4563773527054659978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4563773527054659978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/05/freshie-fun-misses-sumone.html' title='freshie fun. misses sumone.'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1214198841075449636</id><published>2008-05-15T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:11:22.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>useless government workers!</title><content type='html'>madness is one word to describe my short (very short) holiday before the new semester begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it began with cleaning up my messy room, which i left to build up clutter and dust since last month!  i've been sleeping in my sisters room ever since. heh he! but now... my room is spotless! i threw up a luggage full of old and unwanted clothes, now i've every reason to shop! oh! my eldest sister came to KK fer a visit before zooming to UK fer further studies. sigh. good fer her, she's gonna get her masters in Psychology...then i think she's gonna specialize or.. sumthing like that.  tee hee! very proud of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i became her little slave driver. driving her around town in search fer the perfect bday present fer daddy. and we got him CRES spa treatment! the lady was so tired of answering all our questions, asking for more services and wanting a detailed tour. hahaha! i think its the perfect present! a WHOLE day of foot, body massages, aromatherapy and milk baths! and i got mom a gorgeous croc skin working bag! i havent shopped for myself yet ( does two absolutely unique but decently priced silver ring count?!) but i'm feeling so high! ... retail-therapy works EVERYTIME for ANYTHING. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutting my Tawau trip short as well as my supposed holiday to the Philippines! all for the sake of my college's Orientation Week preparation and i'm in the committee as well as the MC. but... its all good. since i love organizing events and seeing my darling frens! hahah! then rushing around the office trying to finish up some of my forever-mountain high paper work! wasted two hours waiting for my turn at the income-tax office! really! its ridiculous!  how can ANYONE sit and wait for more than one hour for their turn!? and i waited for two hours only to hear the friggin worker say : " sorry ya dik. (i used to think its so disgusting to call others tht! hahah)  kami tak jumpa doket ( its the income tax file). mungkin kat atas. "   i. was. not. happy. i went upstairs and was told that the file was downstairs. and i didnt wait for another turn, just went to the lady and asked her again, this time : "sorry ya sayang. doket tu tiada di sini, kamu baliklah next week bah. surat cakap next week kan?"  apology not accepted. i started telling her how lazy and irresponsible she was. then called my father and the moment he came, the doket magically appeared! so much for the doket upstair,downstair and missing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-1214198841075449636?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1214198841075449636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1214198841075449636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1214198841075449636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1214198841075449636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/05/useless-government-workers.html' title='useless government workers!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-3725352791727470515</id><published>2008-05-09T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:17:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS OVER! &lt;/span&gt;wooot! smell the fresh air! Oohmigosh SUN SHINE! sigh~ salty sea breeze~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;drama much, no?  teehee!  the after effects of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; imprisoning this lil devil for a lil too long!  TWO WEEKS YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i.am.a.die.hard.fan.of.games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not just any games la~ i grew up playing board games like, snakes&amp;amp;ladders, checkers, othello, chess,  and monopoly!  no surprise i got hooked to this board game cafe which i went along with my frens a couple of times alredy... its  german-based!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everything, including the instruction is in german!&lt;/span&gt; hahahaah! the owner knows how to play EVERY board game there! theres like... ALOT of games ok...amazing he can remember everyone! so yea... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;its reli fun to try out odd looking ones... like some including miniature dogs, chicken feed and cows , then theres even castles and sumthing like heart attack but loads better la~ hahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna go shopping! but.... buy wad ar? ahyo... i checked my 'supply' and... to buy anymore, its a horrible waste. LOL. so unlike me eh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need more accessories!&lt;/span&gt; yea... i clearly cant get enuff of that! nyahaah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i miss genuine friends. people that are there to hear wad u hv to say and be heard... wanting nothing more than the companionship, or just the want to be a comfort for another. so tired of those who stick with another with a motive or the reason of just "being in the group"  get me?  i might always be seen with a group of people, but i can go on by myself without much trouble. maybe i'm too independent, or a lil anti-social or becoming a loner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;     *~love me. hold me. kiss me. kill me~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-3725352791727470515?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/3725352791727470515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=3725352791727470515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3725352791727470515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3725352791727470515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-update.html' title='random update'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-7848453365883261903</id><published>2008-04-27T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:17:51.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the coming killer-subject paper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SBR06Ebpc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8SBeIWKHI3Y/s1600-h/random+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193904811235963842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SBR06Ebpc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8SBeIWKHI3Y/s320/random+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EIGHT CUPS OF COFFEEE! heheheh! had a greeeeat night out with family frens - Bien and family! the night started with loaaads of seafood! yum yum! and ended with coffee at San Fracisco coffee.... hmmm~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh! it was a ladies night out too! heheheh! totally no guys! so the mothers wud be telling us abt wad their then-boyfriend/now-husband used to do and still does! hehehehe! my dad was reli naughty! and the courtship was simply classic la~ hahahah! imagine being childhood sweethearts and finally getting married... awwwwwwwww~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've finally got the urge to go shopping once again! muahahah! after coming back from KL, i feel just sooo tired of shopping and would reject any offer of to go shopping except if it was for movies! hahah! now~ i saw something in Charles and Keith that really caught my eye while driving around Warisan Square in search for a parking space. hehehe! something i have been searching and wanting for some time... hopefully its the right one! please o Saint of Heavenly Buys! i'm soooooo desperate for a (size),(colour) ( item) ! hehehe! if its right... and i BUY IT! i'll post it here... chill...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for now.... lemme study! KILLER SUBJECT ON THE WAY! i'm suddenly nostalgic as well... maybe thts y i'm suddenly not motivated to study and prefer to go out to play and have fun with frens. hee! okay la... no more excuses.... gonna start my cramming sesh now. ta~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-7848453365883261903?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/7848453365883261903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=7848453365883261903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7848453365883261903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/7848453365883261903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/04/coming-killer-subject-paper.html' title='the coming killer-subject paper!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/SBR06Ebpc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8SBeIWKHI3Y/s72-c/random+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-776950806048448625</id><published>2008-04-19T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:45:24.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodgollymissmolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRIME/MISTAKE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence*lazy-nesss* in blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCUSE/REASON: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams  tomoro*sigh* and ... lots of drama-wama goin on before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PUNISHMENT/CONCLUSION: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh... two weeks of studying and hours of exams...bad enuff la right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;okie dokes...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm officially in deep shyt. but... the happy kind.&lt;/span&gt; hahahah! well, everything is pretty messy and complicated right now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i have lots of studying to catch up&lt;/span&gt; to make up my first year final CGPA. which is currently quite low. then! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i find myself in another crush craze... gosh! when will i ever learn?! there's no longer five but down to two guys&lt;/span&gt;... i'm into both alot.... sigh... ANOTHER thing is! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;elected the President of the college's Christian Fellowship. big responsibility...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; i was  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thisclose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to quitting and leaving this new post but i prayed about it and remembered that i've always asked to be given the chance to serve in His ministry. funny, i did EMPHASIZE the small part i wanted. i didnt expect it to be THIS BIG!? okayla~ THANK U FER ANSWERING MY PRAYERS, LORD! hehe!  oh gosh... i'm reli worried about it... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am i  responsible and capable enuff fer this post?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-776950806048448625?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/776950806048448625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=776950806048448625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/776950806048448625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/776950806048448625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodgollymissmolly.html' title='goodgollymissmolly'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2334282148154295335</id><published>2008-03-14T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T03:25:09.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laughs at Padini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;six subjects in one short semester...one and a half months! wheeee~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant ask for more... how absolutely wonderful college life is . gonna jump around for joy~ &lt;/span&gt;LALALALALA!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that was sarcasm by the way, for those who are slightly blur... hee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its insanity... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shud sing a new version of "love is a battlefield" to "college, my battlefield"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  just you all wait for it! hahaha! i might post it in youtube and get phenomenal laughs around the globe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not only am i trying to study for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; six mad subjects&lt;/span&gt;... but also bearing the responsibility of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;class representative&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;current ELS president,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;tired Christian Fellowship secretary&lt;/span&gt;, but NOW...  also bearing responsibility of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Committee member and Emcee of Orientation Week n Freshie Nite, plus future posting of Christian Fellowship president! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; i'm still confused... cursed or blessed?  hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;***when out with my gurlies for retail therapy***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;out shopping with friends when.... OMGGG! HOT GUY! and the guy was in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blush! lingerie  shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *GASPS!* and we all were telling each other, "he's sooo taken la if he's in there!"  but still we just sat there, at the cafe watching( some were outright staring) him at the corners of our eyes... then he came out with TWO paper bags of lingerie... we nearly cried! "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he must be married! just married if he's buying sooo much!" &lt;/span&gt; that guy was wearing a simple grey shirt and cargo pants yet... whoa...he reli got our attention from afar... he's the tall version of tom cruise smile, patrick dampsey's messy hairdo and who's got sexy broad shoulders? kinda fella...  *swoons* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; so we went on shopping after our tea, bumped into him again two hours later at Padini's! *screams!* and my silly gurlfren, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah went up to him and asked, " are you a model?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the guy looked really surprised and said " i was a model but now i've got my own modelling agency and work for *neverheardofit* magazine"   Sarah being ...just her... "owh... hehe! i thought i've seen you sumwhere before...you're cute."   me and my frens ran out of the shop bursting in laughter... i think some people thought we were mad... or might hv robbed Padini's but who cares!?  Sarah comes up at the back of us and said " eh! wad u laffing for!? i got to see his pretty eyes and shake his hand le!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-2334282148154295335?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2334282148154295335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2334282148154295335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2334282148154295335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2334282148154295335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/03/laughs-at-padini.html' title='laughs at Padini'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2042954065404332586</id><published>2008-03-08T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:08:25.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>partial freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;announcing....!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'VE COMPLETED TWO PROJECTS presented by my father! woooot! that would also mean : i have more free time for college and some personal life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;after three gruesome weeks of endless researching, typing, editting, meeting clients, discussions and attending meetings, i've finally produced two completed (i must say, professional looking as well!) project proposals,presentations and profile booklets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; i nearly fainted with relief and happiness when dad+partner were pleased with it last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;i made a promise and i'll keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-2042954065404332586?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2042954065404332586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2042954065404332586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2042954065404332586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2042954065404332586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/03/partial-freedom.html' title='partial freedom!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-8733466654280300910</id><published>2008-03-06T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:06:04.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadly shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh shyt.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SHYT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHYTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8--3NyW8mI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EDkepkTnwTk/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8--3NyW8mI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EDkepkTnwTk/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174564352674951778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Char died here...in my fav mush of Secret Recipe cake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i got my second semester results back!  i, charlotte, have never felt this awful since.... forever! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*screams*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begin to think that no matter how hard i try... i'm not going to excel in my college exams! going for group studies worked...for a while. going to the library worked wonders... but still! argh... i expected more than this... okay... i sound angry here... but really, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm crying fountains, streams, rivers and lakes... i'm devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking ---&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" how am i to survive the next few weeks of constant nagging?!" &lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" why must they take my car?!" &lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"shud i forge that bloody piece of paper?" &lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" ahya.... lemme just die la..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i scored better than last semester but still... it could have been better. waaay better. now currently in the final semester of first year... guess i have to do even better... or i wud really digging my own grave...  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"here lies Charlotte, strangled dead by frustrated father, stabbed by nosey mother and laughed at by smarter lil sister" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  *screams* the horror... omg... i don wanna think abt it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-8733466654280300910?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/8733466654280300910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=8733466654280300910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8733466654280300910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8733466654280300910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/03/sadly-shattered.html' title='sadly shattered'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8--3NyW8mI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EDkepkTnwTk/s72-c/IMG_0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-3761996566171724376</id><published>2008-02-26T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:05:48.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moster-ific kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8bNlFipA0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EdiKTSCZdOs/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8bNlFipA0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EdiKTSCZdOs/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047259107918658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;busy. so very very busy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm rushing around the office, trying to finish up most of the work left for me while i was off holiday-ing.&lt;/span&gt; it wasnt much of the holiday i wanted but nevertheless it was a holiday. i just completed a presentation of a upcoming project and a new company profile! i taught &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my lil monster-ific kids at the english tuition centre &lt;/span&gt;and they are just soooo adorable. heheh! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"teacher! KL nice or not? got present ah?"  monsters! ahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;following dad these few days got me learning quite alot. basically about what are the other projects his working on and the people he usually deals with.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; its a bit scary...making me feel like i'm already officially working with him in his company. *shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had very little time for anything else other than to work from morning till evening. and then i'll do more paper work in the night.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; * screams :  COLLEGE FASTER REOPEN LA! PLEASE! * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sad isint it? actually it isnt too bad. this kinda makes me feel like i'm getting familiar with how a company is run. hahah! makes me sound oh-so-responsible eh? really i'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lucky, my dog is orite! after being sick for the last few days... now, he's the hyper lil mongrel tht the whole family loves. the house was awfully dull without him running in and out the house and constant nudging at your legs for a pet. and he seems to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;developed a new habit of whining to enter a air-conditioned room. this pet is getting very pushy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-3761996566171724376?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/3761996566171724376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=3761996566171724376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3761996566171724376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3761996566171724376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/02/moster-ific-kids.html' title='moster-ific kids'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8bNlFipA0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/EdiKTSCZdOs/s72-c/IMG_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-586331595199100215</id><published>2008-02-15T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:44:06.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing primary skewl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8arAlipAzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cve7h6cKUME/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8arAlipAzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cve7h6cKUME/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172009248647349042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;gurls unite! marilyn, me, Georgine *at the back* and... i forgot her name... shan hui *in the front with curly hair*, i think... wad la? its been six years!  kekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8aoOVipAyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/F_9FpbIeEys/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8aoOVipAyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/F_9FpbIeEys/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172006186335666978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;left to right = don,shan hui,forgot again!,kok thong,dunno,me, georgine,wai xiuan and marilyn&lt;br /&gt;can u see the butterfly tattoo on my wrist?  XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; got a simple butterfly tattoo on my right wrist! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while getting that done, i chatted non stop with georgine! hehehe! missed her like crazy! actually... i was so talkactive... we're both talking non stop since she fetched me from my house till One Utama. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;madness... thats like more than half an hour of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;non stop blabbing with  just Georgine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;then we met up with Kok Thong, Wai Xiuan and another fello at the tattoo parlour. then met Don! gosh... they've changed so much... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one added on abit of weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*thts an understatement by the way! nyahahah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and the other had a very rugged hairdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahah! i miss primary skewl days la... hahah! when we all were cute, neat lil things. i thot  we were having sooo much fun talking about the good o days when they had to spoil it for me by saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they remembered my 'exploded' hairdo back then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;it was ala afro la! &lt;/span&gt;hahahah! the bill was three hundred sumthing i think... i&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; wasnt really impressed by Paddington's waffle house... maybe my expectations were too high.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8alNlipAwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iYylkxcANL4/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8alNlipAwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iYylkxcANL4/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172002874915881730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" please shoot the striped ball... STRIPED ball! if we lose..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8alN1ipAxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NpGoa0_E6z4/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8alN1ipAxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NpGoa0_E6z4/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172002879210849042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" eh! aren't u suppose to shoot from this side? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ooo! i had lotsa fun playing pool! wait.. was it snooker? i dunno la... its the smaller table.i think its pool gua.... not sure  XP ,   i was Kok Thong's partner for the first round and we won! then for the rest of the afternoon, i was with Don. i contributed a fair share of missed shots but we still won thanks to the guy's pro skills! LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Don was such a gentleman to offer me a lift home * thank you lots!* but gosh... i hope his bumper is orite... he reversed into my mad, bias, OTT,unreasonable neighbour's car  *serves him right!*. o wells.. at least we got away with it! nyahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-586331595199100215?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/586331595199100215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=586331595199100215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/586331595199100215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/586331595199100215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-primary-skewl.html' title='missing primary skewl!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R8arAlipAzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cve7h6cKUME/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2386178666971292393</id><published>2008-02-13T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:27:44.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovey dovey day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sagebrushmall.com/jpegs/valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sagebrushmall.com/jpegs/valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:) thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fer being the first to wish me a happy valentines day via msn! so sweet of you! then i got a few more from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jo, firdaus,maxi and De-ie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! *hugs* you guys rock! oh! i even got two from gurls! hehehehe! its so... cute? thanks alot gurlies,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gen and Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! muahx! lotsa luv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gosh... i'm so grateful of having such &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lovable frens like ya'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God Bless and hv a great V-day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and its only one in the morning of V-day! i'm hoping more will happen~! kekeke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/4888705645575816710-2386178666971292393?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2386178666971292393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2386178666971292393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2386178666971292393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2386178666971292393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/02/lovey-dovey-day.html' title='lovey dovey day!'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-371932323122667000</id><published>2008-02-11T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:22:10.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i enjoy not being in the picture once a while but rather, the one taking pictures ... be it in shopping malls, in the crowded marketplaces or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just a flower beside the highway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it may sound odd to alot of people, but i do feel a certain happiness in doing so. b&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eing able to do something that is so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;... free?  &lt;/span&gt;  something which nobody can control u of... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and being able to capture a moment in time and natural beauty on a piece of glossy paper... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i'm not a pro in photography. but i believe i dont need to be one to enjoy taking pictures. just like many things in life... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't have to&lt;/span&gt; be a pro to enjoy doing something you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-371932323122667000?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/371932323122667000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=371932323122667000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/371932323122667000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/371932323122667000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-stills.html' title='random stills'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4411001727351749678</id><published>2008-02-10T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:19:16.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red and gold..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm uber happy here cuz... i&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; got an AMOIZING amount of angpow cash!&lt;/span&gt; loads of family time, cravings for grandma's home cooked meals satisfied and waaay too much shopping!  *insert madly haaaappy smile here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not gonna reveal the amount i spent on shopping... its abit too surreal to me. i cant believe myself! where did all the money gooo!?  i bought myself a brand new polo luggage bag(large), branded clothes, bags,shoes, lots of accessories (yessss! yes! yesssss! love love love!) and toiletries( parfum anyone?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got the chance to meet up with ben, my best bud in Mid Valley. havent got the chance to see him the last few times i came back to KL. its been... two years since i last saw him. gosh... i was reli happy seeing him. i'm impressed wit the driving and still, the chun crappiness. went over to Starbucks for coffee. my feathers were ruffled by an idiotic waitress behind the counter who thinks i dunno wad i'm ordering. confirmed with me the same drink four times and worse of all, said : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" miss,  DO u reli know wads a expresso machiatto?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  wtf man! i'm the customer, gimme wad i want la! i'm paying u for it! omffffg... i was so pissed. but  got on talking to Ben just fine. i admit i was being a dodo, talking abt myself first when i shud be talking abt him. bleurgh... i hope i'll get to see him again soon. like he said, we shud've pulled an all night talk thingy... i dun think its enuff tho... hahah~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;harvest of angpows are reli good this year... shopping is reli good this year too... food and family time, good...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends? owh shyt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4411001727351749678?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4411001727351749678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4411001727351749678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4411001727351749678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4411001727351749678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/02/red-and-gold.html' title='red and gold..'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1875849632193504547</id><published>2008-02-03T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:48:15.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walks in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i feel reli happy back here in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i missed the Switchfoot concert but... who cares? my flight was delayed and i arrived home at two a.m. got to see my darling sisters and fav grandpa+ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought alot of seafood back and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had to take abt thirty minutes just to figure out how to fit six packages into two fully stocked up refridgerators. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yea... grandpa+ma has two new HUGE fridges ...AND ITS FULL! *gasps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so i had to take out some stuff and rearrange it just to accommodate my stuff. grrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and gosh.. it was sooo fun to see all the familiar faces! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;surprise surprise! lots of smilling laughing and hugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; owh! i got to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;see Sara &lt;a href="http://%20sara-ying.blogspot.com/"&gt;http:// sara-ying.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; before she leaves fer penang then to Australia! SOBZ!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;took some pictures wif her... gonna miss her loads laaa! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat in Caleb's car wit Joseph,Mark, and Sonya.  *insert many lame goofy moments here* dropped Joseph home and off we went to Bricksfield to have authentic indian mamak lunch!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whoa! it was really something out of the telly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they use banana leaves instead of plates... on it would be rice, three kinda side dishes, indian crackers and soup! its reli cute! i dun think the yogurt with rice was to my liking though... heheh! but it was about trying it out! and they have pickle sauce in red! its reli sour but darrrn! its so good la! but with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mark, Caleb and Sonya there made it more memorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; went off to KLCC, many thanks to Caleb. and Sonya is such a sweet lil gurl la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are loads of reli nice furniture and interior decos in KLCC! i'll bet daddy wud've gone gaagaa over 'em. then while waiting fer caleb to come back after dropping off his sister, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mark and i went to the Petronas art gallery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fab place... but why cant they let me use the camera to take &lt;em&gt;innocent lil shots? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chee cheong kai wasnt as fun as i thought it would be *a tad dissappointed*... cuz &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Caleb sed all the pirates have already ran away and some stall owners have the tendency to shout/slap their customers  O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; scarrryyy la weiiii~   going around in LRTs are reli fun.. u get to sightsee so much faster and cheaper and.. omgosh, its like a rollercoaster ride, jsut tht ur standing instead of sitting.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i had to walk around KL again on my own, without Caleb or Mark! i would either :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;get run down by a bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;get knocked by a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;freeze in the middle of the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;get mugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;run away from a begger (he was scary, okay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;end up in the wrong LRT station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;spending WAAAAY more for the things i buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;come home broke, dead-tired and traumatized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i missed grandma's cooking! its so yummy!&lt;/strong&gt; she can make all kinds of dishes and her soup beats my mo...er, nevermind. i'm chinese, i love soups! she's the best! yum~&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/4888705645575816710-1875849632193504547?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1875849632193504547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1875849632193504547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1875849632193504547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1875849632193504547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/02/walks-in-kl.html' title='walks in KL'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-3536409540218159174</id><published>2008-01-31T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:20:41.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>small victories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember the feeling of being immensely free?&lt;/span&gt; free from stress....pressure....stares....duties....stuidies... or demands? just free... with absolutely NOTHING to do! well... the lasssst time i remembered that feeling was... in form three. after PMR. i had a hell-like year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;finally, after nearly five years later, i got it once again. and darn.... it feels soooo good! i've applied for a month's leave from my company... so i'm free from any office duties! woohoo~! and i'm off to KL again for Chinese New Year! i've been shopping depriaved in KK...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; so... shopping sprees and family quality time! here i come! haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know the feeling of absolute helplessness. absolute despair... and i know absolute happiness. even if its only for a little while. i think its those small lil things that really matter in life. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i rather have LOTS of small victories... than a few major ones.&lt;/span&gt; i believe that in my life, lots of small victories are awaiting. from perfect happy endings to beautiful disasters.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-3536409540218159174?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/3536409540218159174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=3536409540218159174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3536409540218159174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3536409540218159174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/small-victories.html' title='small victories'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4394231402227655134</id><published>2008-01-19T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T06:32:32.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come to think about it. Ron is right about loads of stuff.&lt;/strong&gt; its pretty obvious&lt;strong&gt;. i just want a straight answer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i absolutely hate to wait or try guessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Olivia is sumone i respect. ALOT. for her courage... i know i dun have that courage i need so much like she has got in that particular sector. hahah~ then theres Ben which... well, wish all the best and am glad fer him  ;)   i'm taking it slow... though i admit i do regret rejecting one of my good friend... *evil thoughts* shud have just kept him as back up.... DARNIT! kekeke~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;first two exam papers were... to say the least, tolerable. or more like... survivable... or... i-think-i-will-come-out-alive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  i'm jsut soooo worried abt the other papers... like QS?! OMGGGG.... not too worked up fer macro... since i'm okay with it. heheh! no grudges with it. relatively easy compared to the rest.  argh! BORE ME!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i nearly got into an accident. THREE TIMES&lt;/span&gt;. first one was one the way to college this morn! with an oil tanker... sum idiot wudnt lemme cut in, so...  i took the offense. and then it was on the way home after the exams,  stupid effing lorry didnt indicate that he was coming out unto the highway. so i sudenly stepped on the brakes... and yea... the car practically burned its pretty wheels...*SCREEECH*. then the final one? i was on the third lane of a highway and the idiot from the second lane wants to cut another two lanes to his left to a small road on the OOOOOTher side. i had to step on it to avoid the mad van... i'm getting worked up. or mad? whichever more suitable or preferable .... blek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4394231402227655134?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4394231402227655134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4394231402227655134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4394231402227655134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4394231402227655134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/dead-lazy.html' title='dead lazy'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-8389816575894101910</id><published>2008-01-14T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:55:21.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was sooo desperate to go fer badminton. actually, it wasnt because it was badminton. i just wanted to go out with frens and have fun. i just needed an outlet... so i had to reli push my girlfriends to go... &lt;strong&gt;the guys? well, they're easy to persuade... &lt;/strong&gt;unless its the excuse of being sick. kekekek! so i got evelyn, christy,fusion and loong! then Ron and Zavier went along as well! *big smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was more of just enjoying the company and loosening some muscles. while having a bite at Damai, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zavier was impressing evelyn with some magic tricks. he's pretty good actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. with a fifty cent coin. he even made evelyn believe he can fly by imitating David Blaine's stunt. John, another interesting fello from another institute started talking to me about national service (thanks to my Tshirt i wore fer badminton). it was fun to think back and tell a stranger abt the good times i had there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i cant wait till exams over&lt;/span&gt; to go back to KL and just enjoy life for a little while. thats before i break the news to my parents that i screwed a subject up for good in year one. gowsh... i can already picture the scene of nagging and tsk-ing. argh... the absolute agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-8389816575894101910?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/8389816575894101910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=8389816575894101910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8389816575894101910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/8389816575894101910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/2nd.html' title='2nd'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1270126709886782512</id><published>2008-01-13T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:41:18.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pick a tutu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gotta focus! f-o-c-u-s! arghhhhh....&lt;/strong&gt; of all subjects to screw up, it had to be accounts! yes, i've always hated accounts. all the figures and formats can drive anyone (except for those nerds... ahem! sorry! heehe) over the cliff to their watery deathbed down below. i wouldnt mind if it was any other subject. really. cudnt it be english? hahaha~ it would definitely be more tolerable. i hate the lectures, the tutorials, the extra classes... tests! exams! argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i cried after that. i didnt know how i started ... but i knew i was actually talking to olivia and evelyn. i had just turned away from bumping into the two irritating lil gurls who backstabbed me... okay~that is NOT the point! hahah~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; then i started crying. and Prinz was there too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. being the sweetie, he tried to cheer me up. and my best buds, well, they did the same... gosh. i love them lots. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am actually feeling hyper.... don't i always? i guess... thats just me handling the news. maybe i will feel really bad/sad after a day or two. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;then i can really say, AW SHYT! EFFFF! AHHHH! *refer to this post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/must-do.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Must Do - Self Denial lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for more* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gotta forget! F-O-R-G-E-T! really have to. no joke&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; this is really messing up my plans. to forget this, is to pass my examinations and graduate from college as fast as possible. forget wad? yes... i shud forget i ever liked a blur and indecisive fello. i mean, how much more blur can a guy get?! do i have to spell it out? gosh... hahah~ it wud save me the heartache and time. at the same time, i shud have just accepted the musical guy that had been always there fer me. i regret rejecting him... now we're back to normal friends but with abit of awkwardness... like they say&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,"cant have the cake and eat it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-1270126709886782512?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1270126709886782512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1270126709886782512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1270126709886782512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1270126709886782512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/pick-tutu.html' title='pick a tutu?'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-3075997510111812952</id><published>2008-01-12T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T07:46:37.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now i know how naive i was back in semester one... when i thought everyone was friends with everyone else. i was totally oblivious of the bad stuff goin on behind the scenes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh...  like i said before...  being backstabbed wasnt in the plan(or in anyone else's) cuz i've made sure that i am being reli careful and nice since i came here. the odd thing is being attacked personally rather than character. i've always accepted criticism or opinions based upon my character or acts. but to criticise on my management skills is really unacceptable when i've been a leader for...as long as i can remember?  in school and out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i'm not angry... just confused. i want my mistakes and weaknesses pointed out right now since they've started it. i've always been naturally curious. so i dun think i can be blamed for wanting to know wad they saw in me to say such things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don wanna take sides. but i find that i already am. i follow my heart... and i believe that he wudnt lie to me. there is proof and people backing wad he said about those who backstabbed me. yet those two show absolutely no contrition to wad they've done. still they talk and laugh with me in class as though they dunno wad they've done is wrong. if i tell them or confront them, i noe i will lose it whether they tell the truth or lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-3075997510111812952?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/3075997510111812952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=3075997510111812952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3075997510111812952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/3075997510111812952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/fallen.html' title='fallen'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2195758218157619531</id><published>2008-01-09T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T07:30:04.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>must do-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eight Self Denial Lines often used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is not God's will...&lt;br /&gt;7. I knew it from the start this wasn't gonna work...&lt;br /&gt;6. Moving on now. no big deal...&lt;br /&gt;5. I still have a chance. I'll just try harder tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;4. He’s playing hard to get...&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't pray hard enough...&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm actually in a nightmare, waking up any moment now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.       Own a hotel&lt;br /&gt;2.       Join the mayhem inside the parliament debate!&lt;br /&gt;3.       Meet Pak Lah and give him a piece of my mind&lt;br /&gt;4.       Learn how to play ‘chow dai di’ without help&lt;br /&gt;5.       Read the whole bible&lt;br /&gt;6.       Drive a Bentley/Rolls Royce  &lt;br /&gt;7.       Travel and see the Seven Wonders of the World!&lt;br /&gt;8.       Tell that special person… “ I hate u…but u noe I’m lying  XP”  heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eight things I could do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       Sleep like a pig&lt;br /&gt;2.       Laugh like a witch&lt;br /&gt;3.       Think like a kid&lt;br /&gt;4.       Go absolutely hyper&lt;br /&gt;5.       Scream really loud&lt;br /&gt;6.       shop till I drop&lt;br /&gt;7.       reorganize my life&lt;br /&gt;8.       spend more time with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eight Celebrity crushes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chad Michael Murray&lt;br /&gt;2. Ian Somerhalder&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugh Laurie&lt;br /&gt;4. Shane West&lt;br /&gt;5. Josh Holloway&lt;br /&gt;6. Micheal Rosenbaum&lt;br /&gt;7. Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;8. Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eight often repeated words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       huh?&lt;br /&gt;2.       tsk!&lt;br /&gt;3.       waat?!&lt;br /&gt;4.       ohmigosh~&lt;br /&gt;5.       oookay&lt;br /&gt;6.       harhar~yea right..&lt;br /&gt;7.       amen&lt;br /&gt;8.       ya lah~ ya lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eight physical traits I look for in the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.height… gotta b taller than me&lt;br /&gt;2.squared shoulders&lt;br /&gt;3.pretty eyes&lt;br /&gt;4.is hair a physical trait?&lt;br /&gt; 5.sexy lips (haahaa)&lt;br /&gt;6.rugged beard&lt;br /&gt;7.cute butt? *I’m running out of ideas!&lt;br /&gt;8. argh! I giv up! I don't exactly look at the persons face.. it's like 20% of my requirements!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-2195758218157619531?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2195758218157619531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2195758218157619531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2195758218157619531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2195758218157619531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/must-do.html' title='must do-'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-2776215226130561676</id><published>2008-01-06T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T06:07:39.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R4OBoEh5EfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/epAbOIZy6uY/s1600-h/toiler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153104924052623858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R4OBoEh5EfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/epAbOIZy6uY/s320/toiler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i think this shows how i feel right now... kekekee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not in the least an overconfident,whiny or snotty lil princess&lt;/strong&gt; (am i?) BUT! i'm darn determined when i'm gonna complain. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'll make sure that person will listen, not just HEAR... but LISTEN to every word i have in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;ok... straight to the bugger... what i really want to complain now is... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my english lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. wtf la... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY? why is he still teaching us secondary school stuff?! past present and future tenses!? sentence connectors!? verbs and nouns?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; EVERYTIME i enter class... i'm ready to fall into (almost) immediate irritated,troubled,annoyed and very disturbed slumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i expected classes to be interesting (not boring), challenging (not dreary) and gratifying (not unpleasant)!!!&lt;/span&gt; i must have missed out on checking the english syllabus when i entered this college! all i was worried about was - how am i going to survive accounts,economics and business math!? now... i have to worry, is this lecturer helping me in revision? or hoping its just enough to get a pass? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i might not need to worry TOO much (i'm still a lil worried) for myself, but! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wat about the others!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; those who aren't english educated?! i dun believe he is of much help when it comes to increasing their range of vocabulary or loving/understanding this language. its amazing how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've suddenly come to dread english classes. EVEN if there was a debate or a presentation! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;back then, i would go all hyper, jumping for joy and be filled with excitement when told to represent the group,class or school /prepare for a debate or public speaking competition/ forum and group discussions. now i just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;roll my eyes, yawn... * thunk* head on the desk&lt;/span&gt;, listening to the mp3 or pretend to be listening but am reli just figuring out my activities for later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the lecturer is either trying to lighten his workload (if there is actually any!~) or he really thinks we're stupid -.-'' it'd better not be the latter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4888705645575816710-2776215226130561676?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/2776215226130561676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=2776215226130561676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2776215226130561676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/2776215226130561676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/bummer.html' title='bummer~'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R4OBoEh5EfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/epAbOIZy6uY/s72-c/toiler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-1000792604375421186</id><published>2008-01-05T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:38:53.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>intersection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish college would simply mean, a formal and simple place to further studies WITHOUT the complications of friends and silly lovey-dovey baggage. MUST it come as a package?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm tired of it.. honestly, may i have a refund? or just revert me back to the basic! i dont want the premium anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i wish i was a small lil kid all over again. naive and oblivious to the any happenings in the world. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;somehow selfishly  absorbed in my own perfect lil world.&lt;/span&gt; i never needed to worry about hurting others or being hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;" ... do u see him ever admitting the same feelings u freely show? if not, walk away now..." &lt;/span&gt; to quote Maximus, my very own genius of a friend. talking to u on the phone is enough somehow... enuff to make me feel that the world isnt too bad for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i miss my best bud Ben... but reli... even a phonecall isnt enuff... &lt;/span&gt;meeting him wud need more than a day to get SOME of the things that hv been stuck in our hearts for a reli long time, to start spilling. for now, i just need these two as pillars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unless things change... unless prayers are answered... unless... yes,Mark, unless i make the pig/warthog swim.  and unless the guy suddenly developed sufficient guts to make him worthy of a man  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-1000792604375421186?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/1000792604375421186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=1000792604375421186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1000792604375421186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/1000792604375421186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/intersection.html' title='intersection...'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4776786318970125692</id><published>2008-01-02T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:19:16.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>battered down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R3uOF0h5EXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KLenztf4wA0/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150866829479580018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R3uOF0h5EXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KLenztf4wA0/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="off" width="0%" height="0%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;had a reli boring day in college. dunno why but...&lt;strong&gt; i wasnt enthusiastic... some college mates are missing cuz exams coming reli soon.&lt;/strong&gt; oh gosh... i'm so not into sitting for exams but yeah, i dun hv a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;spoke to Wing this morning in the car and during breakfast and found that... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was backstabbed. i'm not surprised by whom. but i'm just hurt by what they've said. i've tried my best and yet... the people i need the most support does this to me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;i'm amazed that the people i least expect to gain support were the ones who stood up for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i made a promise to change for the better three years ago. i believe i have changed alot since then... &lt;strong&gt;i'm not perfect.. nor will i ever be&lt;/strong&gt;... but with this happening, i hope i'll change even more for the better. reading the bible and talking to Him is comforting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wanted to just go straight up to them and ask them why they've said that. knowing if i did that, one would go blubbering in fear and the other will pick a fight. i guess my curiosity got the better of me during breakfast&lt;strong&gt;... i shud forget it. but knowing me, i'll still be gnawing on it for some time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4776786318970125692?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4776786318970125692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4776786318970125692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4776786318970125692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4776786318970125692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/battered-down.html' title='battered down'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MDZdkiVrIz4/R3uOF0h5EXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KLenztf4wA0/s72-c/IMG_0547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4888705645575816710.post-4694789624308375706</id><published>2008-01-01T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T04:42:41.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nu year '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; 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&lt;/span&gt;hahah! at that moment, i was driving like a mad woman in a toyota Hi-Lux down the highway to Sutera Harbour! hahaha! we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wind down the windows and yelled Happy New Year! to passer-bys and honk along with other cars stuck in the traffic jam! FUN! heehee! suppose to meet wit others but lines got bz... so lost them! arghhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;met up with Wing and decided to have a drink at the beach but... was stuck in another massive traffic jam so changed the venue to Lintas! &lt;strong&gt;there we met our seniors... they're reli cute, funny...sumwad crazy as well...&lt;/strong&gt; EVERYWHERE was filled with humans...no shop was empty and just in the nick of time, Ron gets through the busy network and spoke to the rest of our friends... which we lost in the traffic and when the lines got too busy.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;they're playing fireworks!? I WANNA SEE! I WANNA SEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so we abandoned the seniors and drove off to the stadium! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love watching fireworks... just the fun and the sound. Yizhi,Ying,Hin and Loong were already there&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... just then... loong and ronald gave me a shock with some of the handheld firework... came too close to me so... i&lt;strong&gt; felt a bit scared la (yes... i'm in denial)...they came EVEN closer...and i RAN.&lt;/strong&gt; i think Ronald thought it was funny, gave chase and i freaked out. ran as fast as i could. the fello continued chasing, laughing! sad to say, i was screeching(for help and telling him to stop) and running mad. i locked myself in the car and Yi Zhi joined me soon after&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; then i parked the car abit closer, after Ronald persuaded me to get over the fear of handheld fireworks. gotta admit.. it wasnt too bad, even if u do get burnt from a spark or two. heehee! so yea... am very thankful to him.hey! i'm not too scared about it anymore! muahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sang songs with Olivia and Tyler behind my car, the other four sat inside Loong's car while Ronald seemed to be reli happy going to and fro our two cars in the stadium car park.&lt;/span&gt; had fun on top of the car, laughing at stories of noti childhood. then we all decided to go back Lintas fer more drinks at 3am. had noodles (panmien) and chitchat till 4am. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wanted to go watch the sunrise but realised.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;where does the sun rise???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having considerate friends, they decided to take Loong's car home cuz they think i'm sleepy and left me to take only Tyler back. AWWWW....&lt;/strong&gt; but the more tired and drained driver seemed to be Loong who was sneezing and red-eyed... o wells~ their choice, their life~! muahahha! jkjk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4888705645575816710-4694789624308375706?l=out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/feeds/4694789624308375706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4888705645575816710&amp;postID=4694789624308375706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4694789624308375706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4888705645575816710/posts/default/4694789624308375706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-of-the-coop.blogspot.com/2008/01/nu-year-08.html' title='nu year &apos;08'/><author><name>morganadraven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7688/charcoalcharlottepotraikn3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
