<?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-4501817231237231937</id><updated>2011-07-29T16:39:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynical.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6493808617378711929</id><published>2009-11-28T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:32:58.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh well, since I got myself a comfortable 3 days off from work I thought I should blog a bit. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me and me mom was out today cause I had to run a few errands out in town. It's always really packed nowadays. Traffic jam everywhere. Hari Raya Haji should explain why. And so it starts off with me going out at about 2.30. I had to pay my part of the rent to the house back in Shah Alam and so mom dropped me off at Bank Islam. It was all jammed up as usual. People were parking in the middle of the damn road again. I get really annoyed when this happens, you don't realize that you're blocking moving traffic do you? I don't know why people nowadays have no common sense at all. It's like they are born without the existence of a brain up in that thick skull of theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After I paid of the bills and such, it started to rain right after I got out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A few days ago, I found out about the whole Pikom PC Fair in Seremban, Terminal. I got quite excited hoping that I would get good deals. The bank was just a 2 minute walk from terminal. Told my mom that I'd just walk cause it was just a drizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And so I spent a few hours browsing the whole shopping mall. The exhibition area was cramped so being someone who's 'big boned' I had to squeeze in everywhere to get around the place. And sadly, I found NO good deals. Everything seemed to be overpriced and expensive. Okay maybe I was expecting a bit too much out of the whole thing. I expected it to be something close to the one up in KLCC. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;While I was walking around this happened. It's on my status in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just goes to show how limited the amount of good help you can get these days. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:13.5pt;line-height:normal;mso-outline-level: 3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I walked to the booth that sold camera's. Asked the promoter about the choices of DSLR's they had and she was all like, "whaa? err wait ar, I go ask someone else." Okay seriously wtf, a note to these companies about hiring your promoters, make sure that they are properly educated with the correct knowledge and language proficiency. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, I guess that's it. Just don't hope to leech out good info out of any help you get when you are out there buying any products. There's always Google, it has always been a great place to obtain info on ANYTHING nowadays. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span trebuchet="" times="" new=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Signing off. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-6493808617378711929?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6493808617378711929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-well-since-i-got-myself-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6493808617378711929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6493808617378711929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-well-since-i-got-myself-comfortable.html' title='HEH.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-8391467331690038627</id><published>2009-11-27T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:34:58.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if I DID have all the time in the world, I wouldn't update me blog so often yeah?</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always had ideas and inspirations for a blog post. Some can be really witty and sarcastic. But everytime I do try to write something down, I'd just go blank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little update on my current life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 3rd semester is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The exams totally killed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm currently at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm currently employed by a Cafe holding the position of a part time waiter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The job sucks, the pay's quite good though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have a friggin' cheapskate for a boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I really really hate serving people food now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I finally realized that waiters should not be treated like trash. We are people too, earning an honest living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Oh yeah, I'm only working for my DSLR camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. And I went oh so crazy doing absolutely nothing the first few days at home. (before I got the job).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. There you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't it witty and sarcastic? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-8391467331690038627?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/8391467331690038627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-if-i-did-have-all-time-in-world-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8391467331690038627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8391467331690038627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-if-i-did-have-all-time-in-world-i.html' title='Even if I DID have all the time in the world, I wouldn&apos;t update me blog so often yeah?'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-8860101014161609805</id><published>2009-10-08T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:18:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guilt.</title><content type='html'>It might be something, it might be nothing ;but this is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia is a powerful tool. It could kill, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's something, you feel that it's something; yet it's really nothing actually. It's just what your emotions are telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I just hate being a realist. It messes with your head, you think too much. Afraid of what the consequences are. You don't know what it is, and you're afraid to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you think, and think, and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true what they say. Curiosity kills the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your grades, or your friends? Pick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-8860101014161609805?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/8860101014161609805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8860101014161609805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8860101014161609805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilt.html' title='The Guilt.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7453701415121356579</id><published>2009-10-04T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:24:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true.</title><content type='html'>You will never learn to appreciate something until you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts.&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/4501817231237231937-7453701415121356579?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7453701415121356579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7453701415121356579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7453701415121356579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7959035402110221043</id><published>2009-09-29T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:01:29.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>Yes I know, I know it has been 4 weeks since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's seriously so much to talk about. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've promised myself to write more, but the amount of laziness and time I've accumulated for others things have in fact threw myself off the grid. Well, most of the time. It's been busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you that the Eid wasn't so much of a grand celebration in my household. At least before my grandparent's passed. I've always stayed home. It's just the same routine every time the 1st Syawal rains upon us;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get up at about 7.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;2. I take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would dress myself in last years Baju Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;4. I would go to the mosque for prayers.&lt;br /&gt;5. I would come home.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll eat the feast that me mom usually cooks.&lt;br /&gt;7. And yes, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I would occasionally have visitors coming but, that's not the point. I would like to spend it more with my family. I feel extremely envious at those who have so much fun on Raya morning. I don't know why ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for being a tad bit emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYYYYYY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of stuff to do in less than 4 weeks, YES. 4 WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be seeing you in 4 weeks, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- No lah, I'm joking. I swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-7959035402110221043?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7959035402110221043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7959035402110221043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7959035402110221043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-4017023783500409616</id><published>2009-08-30T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:21:45.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's funny.</title><content type='html'>How looks can be absolutely deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person or object can look entirely harmless, but before you know it; it kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has happened to me before, and yeah; it's shocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-4017023783500409616?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/4017023783500409616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4017023783500409616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4017023783500409616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s funny.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6227520691254853361</id><published>2009-08-22T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:55:38.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes.</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I've posted. I've been too lazy and "busy" with everything else that I actually disregard the fact that I have a dead blog. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I've changed my skin. I was just tired of the old one. Decided to just use a default template now, since I've spent a few hours on the last skin and not planning to spend more time on something no one really cares about. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of the Ramadhan! Soon the Eid will rise upon us and all the good food and ang pao awaits! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ardenkhoo.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://ardenkhoo.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be updating again soon enough! :)&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/4501817231237231937-6227520691254853361?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6227520691254853361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/08/yikes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6227520691254853361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6227520691254853361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/08/yikes.html' title='Yikes.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-1870757100747721515</id><published>2009-07-19T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:22:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get a WOOT WOOT?!</title><content type='html'>2 weeks have passed. Only feels like a week has passed though. Living out of campus has it's perks. Curfew is no more a problem. Food is now no more a problem. Transport is no more a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have gotten harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it harder to concentrate in class now. Maybe I'm just not in the mood. Yet. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though transportation isn't so much of a problem, the jam I have go through every morning and the agonizing pain of finding parking somehow just brings down the whole 'wooo living outside of campus rules' to a demoralizing level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to adapt to the whole thing. People have been doing it for years with the use of public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-1870757100747721515?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/1870757100747721515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i-get-woot-woot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1870757100747721515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1870757100747721515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i-get-woot-woot.html' title='Can I get a WOOT WOOT?!'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-427850364205697539</id><published>2009-07-02T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:16:07.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually have something to blog about today and I did.</title><content type='html'>Being a person who has been brought up by parents who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt; have taught me a lot about manners, I had a rather annoying encounter in the JPJ (The Road Transport Department) office today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario goes like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Saya nak renew license." - I would like to renew my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "Ok, gambar ada?" - Do you have a picture with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Er, takde lah. Lupa." - Er, I don't have one with me. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: *with a rather annoying and rude tone* "Apasal takde gambar? Tak tau ke kena ada gambar?" - Why don't you have a picture? Don't you know that you need one if you're to renew your license?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And more rambling goes on but I wasn't even bothered to listen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Digs my wallet for a passport sized photo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really old one. But heck, anything to shut her trap up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would admit that it was entirely my fault for being ignorant. I shall take the blame for that. But the fact that I was yelled at really irked me. I really couldn't comprehend why was I told off like that. It is because I'm just a kid who just received his CDL (Competent Driving License)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manners matter, seriously. It reveals a lot of about who you are, even your family background. I just hate it when I get yelled like that. It is as if I'm a kid with no self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a bit sensitive about the whole issue. Because I really do think manners are extremely important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, she didn't even need to get all angsty. It's not you who have to drive all the way to Senawang to get your license renewed. I could always come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, my Sony earphones died recently. Well it was only yesterday. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought new ones. I promise to take care of this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JANJI!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SkzOOuf7eGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oAw7Ievvigs/s1600-h/creative_ep_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SkzOOuf7eGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oAw7Ievvigs/s320/creative_ep_50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353880809432119394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks. Simple but still, it sounds great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-427850364205697539?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/427850364205697539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-actually-have-something-to-blog-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/427850364205697539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/427850364205697539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-actually-have-something-to-blog-about.html' title='I actually have something to blog about today and I did.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SkzOOuf7eGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oAw7Ievvigs/s72-c/creative_ep_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2140618345740814270</id><published>2009-06-30T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:14:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This goes out to all big brothers and sisters.</title><content type='html'>If you think treating your younger siblings like shit is a way to discipline them thinking that they would be better people, LEMME STRESS OUT TO YOU PEOPLE THAT IT DOESN'T WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only effect would only result them in hating you, hoping that you would get hit by a truck that would evidently smash you into pieces only hoping that you would be alive to feel the pain and suffering of recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder siblings are supposed to be a role model, someone for the little ones to look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am victim of the my-brother-is-a-huge-ass syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, it doesn't work people. It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down my cheeks, and hoping to God I would have a brother who doesn't treat me like trash. It hurts me more when you see him treating someone who isn't exactly your flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2140618345740814270?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2140618345740814270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-goes-out-to-all-big-brothers-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2140618345740814270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2140618345740814270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-goes-out-to-all-big-brothers-and.html' title='This goes out to all big brothers and sisters.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7741495095051950255</id><published>2009-06-29T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:39:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything just falls apart.</title><content type='html'>Relationships are complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promise yourself you wouldn't get too serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you know it you find yourself sobbing over the fact that they forgot to call you, or even tell you that they love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships should be taken seriously. I mean it's not a laughing matter, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-7741495095051950255?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7741495095051950255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-everything-just-falls-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7741495095051950255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7741495095051950255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-everything-just-falls-apart.html' title='When everything just falls apart.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-8684180312521329569</id><published>2009-06-16T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:48:05.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That dream I'm dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SjeiWCmbyKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KTcUELOPcCo/s1600-h/sony-a330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SjeiWCmbyKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KTcUELOPcCo/s320/sony-a330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347921582064650402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the new Sony Alpha A330.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH LIVE VIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launched recently in Japan, and now to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera, I WANT. Basically I've been dreaming of having a DSLR for quite some time already. To have one would just be swell. But the price tag isn't a delightful as you think it is. I've been dreading and deprived of a decent camera for a hell of a long time. I love taking pictures, and this camera is just what I need. A perfect start for a beginner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price tag of RM 22xx isn't so much of a fairy tale dream after all. Saving up for this baby would burn up a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; whole in my pocket. Let alone the cash needed to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera isn't so much of a prized possession, it's the lens that's attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High end lens could cost so much more than the camera itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that dream I'm dreamin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willing, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you people with DSLR's, I'm so jealous. T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-8684180312521329569?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/8684180312521329569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-dream-im-dreamin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8684180312521329569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8684180312521329569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-dream-im-dreamin.html' title='That dream I&apos;m dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SjeiWCmbyKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KTcUELOPcCo/s72-c/sony-a330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2286317435107256146</id><published>2009-06-13T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:14:15.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All out.</title><content type='html'>The results are finally out, and yes it was not bad at all. It was pretty much unexpected really, I fooled myself this time. Thinking that I was gonna fail a few subjects, but didn't. I guess it was just my pessimistic self getting the hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though I was ecstatic with the fact that I did well, I was not happy about a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There were a few subjects which I thought I had done well in but failed to score.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was only 0.1 away from the Dean's List which is a huge let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I am truly happy at getting a much better results this semester and had raised my CGPA by a mere 0.05. But it still is something. I am blessed and truly thankful for the guidance of my lecturers and friends. Without them, I don't think I'll even get close to the results that I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are about to end soon, only 3 weeks or so left till my second year starts. I am excited, but a bit scared of what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTU, I will see you next semester! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my loyal followers (I don't think there's any), sorry for the wait. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2286317435107256146?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2286317435107256146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2286317435107256146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2286317435107256146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-out.html' title='All out.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-4181465769097688960</id><published>2009-05-29T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:51:13.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long absence, I just don't know what to talk about! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-4181465769097688960?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/4181465769097688960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4181465769097688960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4181465769097688960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='HURMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-5729427996407190755</id><published>2009-05-17T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:27:23.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I am living under his shadows. I don't want to, it's never my decision. But this gut feeling in me just hurts so much every time my mum tells me his successful stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what his CGPA is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's 3.75!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's as if I am trying too hard to be a good at what I am at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku tak suka, aku tak suka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maybe too emotional for my own good. But it has been my nature. Changing is one thing, but proving a statement is much harder than just saying it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things he say, the way he says it. It hurts so much. I try to take all the things he does to hurt me, the words he used, the insults, and become as optimistic as possible. Telling myself that it is only because he cares about me. Putting the pressure on me so I would become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe I do not want this pressure forced upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why can't I just have normal siblings. I get jealous, I get truly jealous at the people who have great relationships with their brothers and sisters. Envious, green-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick myself in the head every single bloody time I think about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am again, blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contradict myself. A whole lot I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, easier said than done. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-5729427996407190755?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/5729427996407190755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-dont-get-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5729427996407190755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5729427996407190755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I just don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-1892860750900958339</id><published>2009-05-11T22:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:46:46.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghDySN1kPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lxJDWKNfb2Q/s1600-h/4142_75697347647_749407647_1776362_84617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghDySN1kPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lxJDWKNfb2Q/s320/4142_75697347647_749407647_1776362_84617_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334588289782747378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief introduction; I went for an interview for a slot in a talk show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepted for an opening in one episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAD TONS OF FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghEiY_MEfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nHlNWAvUojc/s1600-h/4142_75695362647_749407647_1776267_4357364_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghEiY_MEfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nHlNWAvUojc/s320/4142_75695362647_749407647_1776267_4357364_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334589116234076658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fantastic people! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghEzzNS7uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mnnOH2d8pxI/s1600-h/4142_75694242647_749407647_1776252_2071997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghEzzNS7uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mnnOH2d8pxI/s320/4142_75694242647_749407647_1776252_2071997_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334589415330344674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghGKAP255I/AAAAAAAAAFM/K_0HMiA-vS4/s1600-h/DSC01318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghGKAP255I/AAAAAAAAAFM/K_0HMiA-vS4/s320/DSC01318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334590896299501458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghGf-DY95I/AAAAAAAAAFU/VKCU7rXlcGg/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghGf-DY95I/AAAAAAAAAFU/VKCU7rXlcGg/s320/DSC01314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334591273667458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Different views of the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghHv8hyG7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/pXD0hVwbQTg/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghHv8hyG7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/pXD0hVwbQTg/s320/DSC01322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334592647647599538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVERYONE! Well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conclusion; it was seriously a great experience being able to participate in a production. And it was indeed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; as well. One of the best weekends I've spent. Never have regretted spending my whole time with them. Thank you for such great hospitality, and not forgetting to mention.. GREAT FOOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-1892860750900958339?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/1892860750900958339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1892860750900958339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1892860750900958339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/awesome.html' title='AWESOME.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SghDySN1kPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lxJDWKNfb2Q/s72-c/4142_75697347647_749407647_1776362_84617_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-3216355174014174264</id><published>2009-05-03T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:53:11.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided to be a bit selfish and mean. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>I know I have loads of homework. said:&lt;br /&gt;some malay&lt;br /&gt;novel&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy said:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH&lt;br /&gt;MALAY&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I DUWAN HELP LOL SORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. said:&lt;br /&gt;WTH COOZ&lt;br /&gt;IM DROWNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy said:&lt;br /&gt;sorry, if it's english essays i have np helping u&lt;br /&gt;but malay, LOL no TY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. said:&lt;br /&gt;shit man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy said:&lt;br /&gt;EH DONT U HAVE WORK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. said:&lt;br /&gt;AIYA&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;DONT RUB IT IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy said:&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT WEYH&lt;br /&gt;just telling you how much deep shit you're in LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. said:&lt;br /&gt;WELL THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy said:&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I wanted to cheer her up and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy says:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;don't fust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. says:&lt;br /&gt;i picked up the air-con controller thinking it was my phone&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. said (10:05 PM):&lt;br /&gt;i haAVE GONE NUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO ACTUALLY PITY YOU&lt;br /&gt;BUT LOLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy says:&lt;br /&gt;THE HANDPHONE STORY BLEW ME AWAY LA HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;whats gonna blow you further&lt;br /&gt;is that i tried typing a message on it -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. says:&lt;br /&gt;and realised the buttons were to rubber-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CooZy says:&lt;br /&gt;WOI STOP MAKING ME LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have loads of homework. says:&lt;br /&gt;'HAHAHAHHAHA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WORD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually it's 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I realized that it was an utterly unproductive day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-3216355174014174264?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/3216355174014174264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-decided-to-be-bit-selfish-and-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3216355174014174264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3216355174014174264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-decided-to-be-bit-selfish-and-mean.html' title='I decided to be a bit selfish and mean. HAHA.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-4167384092841220201</id><published>2009-04-29T14:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:14:22.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decline.</title><content type='html'>This is weird, I could actually feel that my proficiency in English is deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually imagine Dr. Azni yelling out those 4 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I TOLD YOU SO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heh, it's funny. How my statements contradict everything I am now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I gotta start reading more books and talk to people more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STAND THIS I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SfgMP8mW1cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JXup51Zh6yA/s1600-h/wooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SfgMP8mW1cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JXup51Zh6yA/s400/wooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330023627097560514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XD&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/4501817231237231937-4167384092841220201?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/4167384092841220201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/decline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4167384092841220201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4167384092841220201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/decline.html' title='Decline.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SfgMP8mW1cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JXup51Zh6yA/s72-c/wooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7120860729835963255</id><published>2009-04-26T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:04:21.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be the mark of my final paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say that I'm ecstatic, but somehow relieved that it will all be over. (Not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be staying in Puncak for a couple of days before coming home for the semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be frank, I miss home. I miss slacking around. I miss watching TV and I miss home cook food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I will be missing Puncak and Lina. Well, just Lina actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be leaving Puncak for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Puncak, you will be missed. (Not so much actually.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-7120860729835963255?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7120860729835963255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7120860729835963255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7120860729835963255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/freedom.html' title='Freedom.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-3296187263459299885</id><published>2009-04-23T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:52:24.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Roach, Phonetics and Phonology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a known fact that the possibility of me failing this paper is high. But of course it is due to the fact that I did an extremely minimal amount of studying. One of the reasons being that I had no interest in this subject whatsoever. It's a bit redundant for me to actually undergo this course knowing that my pronunciation of the English language is not half bad (IMO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the challenge of learning this subject is the theory behind it. Knowing the place of articulation of the word 'cookie' or 'flag' is somehow a bit ludicrous. A question that is actually included in the final exam is to actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;step by step&lt;/span&gt; explain the place of articulation and label the consonants and vowels of the particular word according to Roach's Phonetics and Phonology theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the concept is hard enough, but actually applying them has proved to be extremely arduous and bloody bloody tedious. I do not blame my lecturer, even Mr. Peter Roach, but my ignorance and lack of commitment to this course. To finally say 'Sayonara' or 'I give up' is one thing, but to give up would mean that I am a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the prayers from me to God, also from my parents, and even Lina,I would try my best and hope that my 'hard work' (Note the inverted commas) would actually pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-3296187263459299885?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/3296187263459299885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/epc-520-english-pronunciation-in-use-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3296187263459299885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3296187263459299885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/epc-520-english-pronunciation-in-use-my.html' title='Peter Roach, Phonetics and Phonology.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-3835900325591530906</id><published>2009-04-22T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:16:41.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A toast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/Se7D14h6XsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ddf6NtqxJhc/s1600-h/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/Se7D14h6XsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ddf6NtqxJhc/s320/notebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327410739700981442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To you my dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just being you.&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/4501817231237231937-3835900325591530906?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/3835900325591530906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3835900325591530906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3835900325591530906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/toast.html' title='A toast.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/Se7D14h6XsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ddf6NtqxJhc/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2899489727058986727</id><published>2009-04-19T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:29:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the sake of updating.</title><content type='html'>I really don't have much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformatted my laptop last week, had a nasty Trojan infection the other day. Screwed up everything. Left me no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm now addicted to Sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2899489727058986727?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2899489727058986727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-sake-of-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2899489727058986727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2899489727058986727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-sake-of-updating.html' title='Just for the sake of updating.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-4202138600486541061</id><published>2009-03-29T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:20:47.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSANE.</title><content type='html'>Things that are embedded in my mind at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments, projects, research papers, sketches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked up the examination schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPC 430 Language and Communication - Tuesday 21/04/2009 (9.00 a.m-12.00 p.m)&lt;br /&gt;EPC 520 English Pronunciation In Use - Thursday 23/04/2009 (2.15 p.m-5.15 p.m)&lt;br /&gt;ALS 425 Language and Society - Monday 27/04/2009 (9.00 a.m-12.00 p.m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I got at least a one day interval for every paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the semester to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-4202138600486541061?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/4202138600486541061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/insane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4202138600486541061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4202138600486541061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/insane.html' title='INSANE.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2120142066138642824</id><published>2009-03-26T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:43:51.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="" center=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tagged by Aimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 NAMES IN YOUR INBOX CELLPHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Lina,&lt;br /&gt;Lina,&lt;br /&gt;and did I mention Lina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;2. YOUR MAIN RINGTONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;3. WHAT U DID AT 12 LAST NIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Printing an assignment while texting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;4 . WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON U WENT OUT WITH? WHERE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;Last Sunday, with Rubin, Dianne, Fira and her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;5. THE COLOR OF THE T'SHIRT YOU'RE WEARING NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;6. THE LAST THING U DID?&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling through the blogs of others, as I am busy body. HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;7. 3 OF YOUR EVERYDAY FAVORITE ITEMS?&lt;br /&gt;My cellphone is my life. ._.&lt;br /&gt;My PSP/MP3 player. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My laptop! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;8. THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDROOM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;9. HOW MUCH MONEY IN YOUR WALLET NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;RM 80? The ATM is always PMS-ing. So I took about a bit more yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;10 . HOW'S LIFE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;ONE WORD, BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;11. YOUR FAVORITE SONG?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;Music is MY LIFE. So, it's kinda hard to decide that right now. =/&lt;br /&gt;Probably The Way I am by Ingridson,&lt;br /&gt;JAZZY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;12. WHAT WILL U DO NEXT WEEKEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;WORK, WORK and more WORK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;13. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME U SAW UR MOM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;Last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;14. WHERE IS SHE NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, I think. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;15. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU TALKED TO YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;16. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON THAT TEXTED U?&lt;br /&gt;MUST I SAY IT AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;17.WHERE DID U HAVE UR DINNER LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;In my room, alone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;18. THE LAST SURPRISE YOU GOT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't recall. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;1 9. LAST THING U BORROWED FROM UR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;MONEY, as the ATM machine was screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;21. WHO IS UR BF/GF OR HUSBAND/WIFE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ain't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;22. WHAT DO YOU FEEL NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;I should be doing my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;23. WANNA SHARE WITH WHO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;The people who are in the same group with me. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;24. WHO KNOWS UR SECRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;What secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;25 . THEY KEEP UR SECRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;WHAT SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;27. ARE YOU ANGRY WITH SOMEONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;Errr.. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;28. WHAT DO YOU ORDER AT MCD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Big Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;29. THE LAST TIME YOU FELT SO SAD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;I saw Stranger Than Fiction, and and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly &lt;/span&gt;CRIED. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;30. WHAT IS UR WISH FOR TOMORROW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;To get my work DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG TAG, ERRRRR...&lt;br /&gt;anyone? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2120142066138642824?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2120142066138642824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2120142066138642824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2120142066138642824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-5239706440015441603</id><published>2009-03-26T08:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:22:11.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This shall be a brief one.</title><content type='html'>I am officially swamped by Mt. Assignment, thus unabling me to post a proper update in the time being. Please excuse me as I am hating the fact that MY lecturers tend to throw crap at me AT THE END OF THE BLOODY SEMESTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLARGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Itu Murphy manyak suka sama saya, tapi saya tada suka sama dia,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-5239706440015441603?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/5239706440015441603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-shall-be-brief-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5239706440015441603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5239706440015441603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-shall-be-brief-one.html' title='This shall be a brief one.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-5715726721354161086</id><published>2009-03-08T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:38:10.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blargh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The person you're calling is not reachable, please try again later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;...Ergh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-5715726721354161086?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/5715726721354161086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/blargh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5715726721354161086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5715726721354161086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/blargh.html' title='Blargh.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-3317392760194233360</id><published>2009-03-07T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:50:35.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend.</title><content type='html'>It has been a fantastic week, I've never been happier. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to further elaborate though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just involves an incredibly hilarious, lovable, and mean girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of lunches and dinners together, even Secret Recipe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big surprise that I'm back home for the weekend, (AGAIN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 3-day weekend, oh what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfy bed, air-conditioning, unlimited wireless connection(not really), and good food(free too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that I am currently addicted to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jumper - Third Eye Blind (Just saw Yes Man, so.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;2) Take A Picture - Filter (The Girl Next Door soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;3) The Way I Am - Ingrid Michealson (Thank you love, &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;4) Houkiboshi - Younha (It's that song from Bleach)&lt;br /&gt;5) The All-American Rejects new album, When the World Comes Down.&lt;br /&gt;6) Fall Out Boy's new album, Folie A Deux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to meet Sabby, it's been 2 months already. Shit I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-3317392760194233360?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/3317392760194233360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-you-would-step-back-from-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3317392760194233360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3317392760194233360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wish-you-would-step-back-from-that.html' title='I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7603372538822818712</id><published>2009-03-01T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:34:29.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is the thief of time.</title><content type='html'>27th February 2009 - Around 11 pm or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can you get me a bus ticket for Shah Alam at 5 pm for Sunday tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28th February 2009 - Around 5 pm or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can we go get tickets now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can we get them tomorrow?" (Referring to Sunday morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I replied with, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But the tickets get sold out really fast,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She assured me with, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If they are sold out, I'll send you back to Shah Alam myself."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mumbled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ergh,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fat chance.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She left at around 11 am, I knew that getting tickets for the 5 pm departure was close to impossible. With experience, comes conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was right, damn it I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me at 11.40 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I got you the 3 pm bus,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*facepalms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally contradicts the fact that she screws me up verbally if I did anything even close to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet she does the same damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks most is that I can't say shit about it but nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-7603372538822818712?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7603372538822818712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination-is-thief-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7603372538822818712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7603372538822818712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination-is-thief-of-time.html' title='Procrastination is the thief of time.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-5251748786277334076</id><published>2009-02-28T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:07:10.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a real update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SajE__Isz-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Bz5faK0ikQ/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SajE__Isz-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Bz5faK0ikQ/s320/DSC01075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307708764414857186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for the hideous drawing, I just think it's hilarious! XD&lt;br /&gt;(I drew this btw, if you wanna know why read on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been posting absolute nonsense for the past week and I sincerely apologize for I have been lazy and the lack of a stable internet connection demoralizes me in updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back home for the weekend (YAY!) Lol. It's going to be really busy in the upcoming weeks. End of semester = More assessment, projects, assignments to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am starting to reserve myself from everyone again and trust me it's not something that I wish for but I somehow prefer to be by myself these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way God has answered my prayers, I met someone in PUNCAK who prefers to use English as a medium of communication. I am happy I TELL YOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Lina, if you're reading this IT'S YOU! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need to get out more. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it was quite a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to represent APB for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hari Bertemu Pelanggan' &lt;/span&gt;in the main campus. It was hectic, it was so hard to move when we arrived. Had trouble locating the APB booth, we were like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Macam takde je? Mana ni?". &lt;/span&gt;APB had a secluded area to put up their booth, we had to kind of dig deep actually. Worst part was that they were no air-conditioning and the fans were not directed to the our booth, rather more to the top of our booth which was irritating. Who the hell jumps up on the booth? It was really warm. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the climate changed at around 3+, so it was not so bad. Started to rain around 4.45 which made the situation worse. The carpets could get wet and mess up the thousands of dollars worth of equipment and stuff we had in the booth. Thank goodness it was only drizzling. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no class on Tuesday, so decided to sleep in till about 9. Completed the Lang and Society  assignment that night. Happy that I was ahead of time on some of the assignments, I guess peer pressure does promote procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a full day, had a test which I already knew I did bad. I don't wish to further elaborate. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Mdm. Doreens class postponed. (All APB lecturers had to attend a workshop). Had to go for the Public Speaking competition that night in Melati, which I failed miserably to bring home anything. ): Judges (who were Mr. Alfred and Dr. Mazli) said I had the energy but I lack content. I really thought I was better than the dude who got 2nd place, but as Mr. Alfred said, "You lack content." I need to start reading more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, another full day of class. Lang and Comm was fun, we had to do a test on perception. She told us and I quote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They're no wrong answers," &lt;/span&gt;She instructed us to draw a picture of your face according to how you perceive yourself. (This would explain the hideous face I drew) I couldn't stop giggling, this is the first time in a few years I tried drawing a real face so excuse me, I major in English not arts tyvm. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much how my week went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and here I am, posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-5251748786277334076?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/5251748786277334076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-for-real-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5251748786277334076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5251748786277334076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-for-real-update.html' title='Time for a real update.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SajE__Isz-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Bz5faK0ikQ/s72-c/DSC01075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6773749970736245740</id><published>2009-02-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:10:35.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4.</title><content type='html'>I'm such a sucker for lovey dovey sappy songs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plain White T's- 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 2, 1 2 3 4-&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin' than I've ever had,&lt;br /&gt;Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, Barely gettin' mad,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you; I love bein' around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2- 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do-(I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin' from the very start,&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends-&lt;br /&gt;Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, Best that I've had,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you, I love bein' around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2- 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do- (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2- 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you- (I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words and that's what I'll do-(I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALLALALALALALA.&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/4501817231237231937-6773749970736245740?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6773749970736245740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-2-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6773749970736245740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6773749970736245740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-2-3-4.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-8569965030487464476</id><published>2009-02-21T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:32:34.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to name your dog.</title><content type='html'>Because I have nothing even close to being intelligent to say, I shall leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Everybody who has a dog calls him "Rover" or "Spot" I made the mistake of calling mine "Sex". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me.  When I went to city hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk I would like a license for Sex.  He said, "I'd like to have one too!"  Then I said, "But this is for a dog."  He said, "I don't care what she looks like."  Then I said, "You don't understand, I've had Sex since I was nine years old."  He said, "You must have been quite a kid."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me.  Not wanting the dog to bother us, I told the clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special room for Sex.  He said that every room in the place was for sex.  I said, "You don't understand, Sex keeps me awake at night."  The clerk said, "Me too."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One day I entered Sex in a dog show, before the competition began, Another contestant asked me what I was doing.  I told him that I planned to have Sex in the show.  He said that I should have sold my own tickets.  When I asked if the show was televised he called me a pervert.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I left my dog at the Veterinarian.  When I went to pick him up I said, "I've come for my dog."  She said, "Which one, Spot or Rover?"  I said, "What about Sex?"  She slapped me.  After I straightened out the misunderstanding, I asked if Sex was good for her.  She slapped me again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sex ran away, I went to the dog pound.  As I was looking in all the cages the operator up to me.  I said I'm looking for Sex.  He said I was looking in all the wrong places.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog.  I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married."  He said, "What's your point, so did I."  I said, "But my wife wants to take Sex away."  He said, "That's what happens in a divorce."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Last night Sex ran off.  I spent hours looking for him all over town.  A cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in this alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?" I said I was looking for Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My case comes up Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-8569965030487464476?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/8569965030487464476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-not-to-name-your-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8569965030487464476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8569965030487464476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-not-to-name-your-dog.html' title='What not to name your dog.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2505077608665799356</id><published>2009-02-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:35:09.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming. No really it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.griffongames.com/uploaded_images/1031_tspexpsym-747487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.griffongames.com/uploaded_images/1031_tspexpsym-747487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hefty workload is HERE, piles of it. Lecturers tend to make us feel relaxed and fling an abundance of assignments in the middle of semester. Why didn't I see this coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, I just don't understand what you're trying to imply. I really don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2505077608665799356?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2505077608665799356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-coming-no-really-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2505077608665799356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2505077608665799356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-coming-no-really-it-is.html' title='It&apos;s coming. No really it is.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-5940984788409652338</id><published>2009-02-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:16:22.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I hate.</title><content type='html'>1) wHeN PeOpLe TyPe LiKe tHiS. It doesn't make you look cool, more like a complete idiot I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"0h YeAh Im c00L c0S I tYpE LiEk ThIs,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have zero tolerance for stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate it when people hang up on you if it's a wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I dislike using profanities, yet it's a habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I hate it when I have to cut queue every single time I want to get on the bus/train because morons behind me kept on pushing when I'm at the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)  I hate RapidKL, worse public transportation company EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I hate it when people jump to conclusions without finding out the whole truth about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I hate it when people try to use English but yet fails miserably on the hopes to attract attention from others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Speaking lah orang kate kan?,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;I hate High School Musical, it's eff-ing ghey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Last but not least, I hate myself for hating so many things. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Miyo it's all because of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rofl.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-5940984788409652338?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/5940984788409652338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5940984788409652338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5940984788409652338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-i-hate.html' title='10 things I hate.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-4992829041781257152</id><published>2009-02-08T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:15:07.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry is never enough sometimes,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I may be bad at apologies, but I try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not even visit my blog, or even care after what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized my mistakes until I looked at it at your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never even regain the trust I have built upon our friendship, and I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take these consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to hate the fact that it will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-4992829041781257152?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/4992829041781257152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/jaded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4992829041781257152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4992829041781257152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/jaded.html' title='Jaded.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6283319588835936945</id><published>2009-02-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:13:55.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGER MANAGEMENT by anonymous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="haha"&gt;When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man answered saying, I politely said: 'This is Andrew. Could I please speak with Robin Carter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled: 'You're an asshole!' and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell :'You're an asshole!' It always cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;So, I called his number and said ; 'Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with the Caller ID program?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yelled:' NO!' and slammed the phone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly called him back and said, :'That's because you're an asshole!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking, Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a For Sale sign in his car window...so, I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole, (I had his number on speed dial), I thought I&lt;br /&gt;Had better call the BMW asshole, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said :' Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, it is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can you tell me where I can see it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's your name?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My name is Don Hansen.' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When's a good time to catch you, Don?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm home every evening after five.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don, you're an asshole.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're an asshole!' (But I didn't hang up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you still there?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah,' I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Stop calling me.' he screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Make me!' I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who are you?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My name is Don Hansen'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah? Where do you live?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Asshole #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello?' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello, asshole,' I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You'll what?' I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll kick your ass,' he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, 'Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over rightnow.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street. I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street. There I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and news crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="haha"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miyonite.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html"&gt;http://miyonite.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Miyo, you really made my day.&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/4501817231237231937-6283319588835936945?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6283319588835936945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/anger-management-by-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6283319588835936945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6283319588835936945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/anger-management-by-anonymous.html' title='ANGER MANAGEMENT by anonymous.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6421104360401928465</id><published>2009-02-07T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:55:50.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU, EMOTIONS.</title><content type='html'>Argh, can you make me stop thinking about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were only 2 words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 syllable for each word, but yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mother always say hor, "He said that to you, you got hurt anywhere ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABSO-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-BLOOMIN- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-LUTELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ergh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-6421104360401928465?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6421104360401928465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-you-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6421104360401928465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6421104360401928465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-you-emotions.html' title='DAMN YOU, EMOTIONS.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6106752822702123356</id><published>2009-02-07T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:40:17.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is depressing.</title><content type='html'>Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted from the 4 hour trip back, exchanging 2 buses and one hell of a boring train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home, and all I get is shit from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-6106752822702123356?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6106752822702123356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-is-depressing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6106752822702123356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6106752822702123356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-is-depressing.html' title='My life is depressing.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-169272345399607305</id><published>2009-01-25T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:52:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMESICK.</title><content type='html'>I AM HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA STAY HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY MOM'S COOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY PILLOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY UNLIMITED WIRELESS INTERNET CONNECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LOVIN' IT. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-169272345399607305?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/169272345399607305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/homesick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/169272345399607305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/169272345399607305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/homesick.html' title='HOMESICK.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2233058456850210719</id><published>2009-01-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:30:00.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I see myself blogging quite a lot now, probably because I have nothing else better to do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I still have some free time, even though assignments have already been given..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty easy and manageable. I guess I won't have so much problem if I have the right references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have this urge of going home this weekend, but the week just feels like it's a bit draggy. I guess I am still very much relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home! Yearning for my pillow and unlimited wireless internet access!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom's cooking. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2233058456850210719?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2233058456850210719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2233058456850210719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2233058456850210719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2861876774173551870</id><published>2009-01-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:05:23.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxed?</title><content type='html'>Classes have already started going in full force and I see myself being quite relaxed for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic advisor: Dr. Azni (phew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALS425 (Language and Society): Dr. Paramjeet Kaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First class of the semester. She started everything with quite a bang, her class was I should say interesting. She made jokes and the whole class was quite relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPC402 (Language Arts 2): Dr. Krish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've already taken the 1st part of this code last semester, I find it a bit redundant due to the fact that the syllabus given to her was similar to what we've learned in the last semester. But I guess it's good practice to learn it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPC520 (English Pronunciation in use): Dr. Azni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be an interesting subject to learn, the name of the subject itself has an indication of what I will encountering in the upcoming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just not thrilled upon seeing Phonetics again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some work to do, will update soon enough! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2861876774173551870?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2861876774173551870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/relaxed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2861876774173551870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2861876774173551870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/relaxed.html' title='Relaxed?'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2650145931628450080</id><published>2009-01-04T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:48:39.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of the new semester, and a new year.</title><content type='html'>"Classes will officially start on Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words from Dr. Mazli startled me a bit, but yet I was happy that classes will start fresh tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not ready to go back. I just need... more time. I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to know now that I am fresh and yearning for a new start. The semester before was hell beyond all boundaries. The amount of tears and sweat shed was a lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination, tardiness etc. They have thought me a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I don't want to go back to UiTM, another side of me is telling me I want this degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to earn it, and show to the people around me I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with Sabby and Ali on new years, in the car we talked about our new years resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, I said, "I'm gonna stop bullshitting to my parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop this bad habit of mine, I hate having this constant guilt in my mind. I want to stop, better yet.. I NEED to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd of January 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome with Abigail, we chat, we ate(a lot), and we chat some more. I just can't believe she's going to Japan soon. Gonna miss the stupid things we do and talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone is now moving on, bit by bit, little by little. Nothing stays the same, especially when you're growing up. This constant change will somehow take us into this whole different world one day. You might hate this change, but you can't stop it. Unless, you can stop time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 45 mins, I'll be off to UiTM Puncak Perdana. I just hope that things will go smoothly this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about starting class but yet, terrified of what is coming in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2650145931628450080?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2650145931628450080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-new-semester-and-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2650145931628450080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2650145931628450080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-new-semester-and-new-year.html' title='The start of the new semester, and a new year.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-3512355024015836794</id><published>2008-12-26T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:03:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE 18, HELLLLLO 19!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't celebrate X'mas, my birthday was only 2 days before this holiday and some people said I should get twice the presents. But I sincerely think that I don't need presents but all I needed are wishes from friends and family. It really did meant a lot to me even if it was a short text message or better yet a call from you guys. I really appreciate the wishes and believe me, those text messages will not be deleted. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially wanna thank Ying for a wonderful post in her blog, it's by far one of the sweetest things someone has done for me on my birthday! The memories of us crapping around in FM will never be forgotten. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SVO8BGmDTdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CVDxoaApgg0/s1600-h/weeee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SVO8BGmDTdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CVDxoaApgg0/s400/weeee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283773514971827666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eeekk.livejournal.com"&gt;http://eeekk.livejournal.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You're just too darn sweet! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: Yea I know, I posted this 2 days AFTER my birthday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the thought that counts! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-3512355024015836794?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/3512355024015836794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-18-helllllo-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3512355024015836794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3512355024015836794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-18-helllllo-19.html' title='GOODBYE 18, HELLLLLO 19!'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SVO8BGmDTdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CVDxoaApgg0/s72-c/weeee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-542022417317785468</id><published>2008-12-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:13:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in one.</title><content type='html'>I know it has been awhile since I've posted, but it's the fact that I've been very lazy these past couple of days. I have preoccupied myself with other activities as well. (e.g gaming) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured I will never give up this blog, as it is a promise to myself that I do not want to repeat my terrible history of never actually committing into a certain activity. It has been awhile since I've blogged and there are many things that are on mind I wanna talk about but my lethargic self isn't allowing that to happen. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 17th till the 20th of December I went for a trip to Langkawi. I was not really thrilled at first. Comic Fiesta started on the 20th of December and I really wanted to go this year. Found out that I was gonna be home by the 20th, but was devistated knowing that my flight home was at 10.40 pm. But I must say, I really did had a whole lot of fun in Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the trip was of course, chocolate shopping!, Meeting Fira and Fariez, and last but not least the cable car ride!(A MUST FOR THOSE WHO VISIT LANGKAWI) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I took tons of pics, but I haven't uploaded them up to laptop. Will post them soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imported chocolates! :D&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? I spent almost RM100 on chocolates. =x Couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Fira and Fariez was a blast, both on separate days but I had dinner with both of 'em. Since Fira lives in a hotel, dinner was on her. Had a blast hanging out by the pool after stuffing ourselves with food. We even had ice cream after that while dipping our legs in the pool. Even checked my results and I thank God that it was not as bad as I've expected it to be. I've worked hard this semester and if this is the grades I deserve, I should be thankful with what I have right now and work hard in the later semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad at the fact that I didn't get into the Dean's List. But I was happy that I did not fail the killer subjects. I have been facing many problems with ALS 422 and Japanese. Alhamdullilah, I passed both subjects respectively. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the awesome time I had in Langkawi, meeting Fariez was a pleasure too. Even though I met him a day before the Eid-ul Adha holidays, we reminisced about the time we were in high school. I couldn't believe half of the moronic things I did back in school. I guess I was really immature back then. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Langkawi Cable is really a must, the view was astonishingly beautiful. The cable car will take you up into the station and you are to enjoy the great scenery and the fresh air. I swear it felt like I was in another country up there! The weather was just cool and windy! But to enjoy the view one must walk a very steep wall of stairs. It took me about 10 mins to walk down to enjoy the wonderful view, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days flew by just like that. One of the best vacations I've had ever! Haha. Enjoyed it a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how far I will rant on. Will post the pics later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-542022417317785468?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/542022417317785468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-in-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/542022417317785468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/542022417317785468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-in-one.html' title='All in one.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7094571120983548168</id><published>2008-12-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:31:43.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a fucking idiot.</title><content type='html'>To those who don't know what the hell I've posted up my most sincere apology I bid to all but I just wanna express my fuming irritation over the fact that I'm such a greedy bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SUOOh0PTRjI/AAAAAAAAADw/8wwbYZML6FU/s1600-h/OHYEA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SUOOh0PTRjI/AAAAAAAAADw/8wwbYZML6FU/s400/OHYEA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279219899818001970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fucking blew it up. Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never ever, scrolling. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-7094571120983548168?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7094571120983548168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-such-fucking-idiot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7094571120983548168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7094571120983548168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-such-fucking-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m such a fucking idiot.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SUOOh0PTRjI/AAAAAAAAADw/8wwbYZML6FU/s72-c/OHYEA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-1940718334640048573</id><published>2008-12-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:56:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff.</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's been awhile since I've posted. Laziness bug kicking in again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot things have happened these past couple of days, and actually had fun outside instead of keeping myself isolated in a room only to be glued in front of the computer screen playing games where I repetitively hit a few keys to achieve a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where was I? Oh yea, I'm hungry. No ones home except ME! Right now.. it's mostly my fault because I refuse to go out. In return I get a hungry stomach. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just 2 days ago I went to the airport with Ali, Dianne and Z. It was a last minute thing and we decided it'd be cool cause Dianne just ended her exams and she wanted a fun night out. It has been awhile since I actually went to KLIA. But I never found a reason to, explains the reason why. Lol. But it was mostly because Ali's mom was coming back from a trip to Beijing, China. Me, Dianne and Z just tagged along. We did not serve any purpose anyway but heck, we came. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around for a few hours, since Ali's moms flight got delayed we had to wait about an hour more from her mom to land. With immigration and luggage claim, it took awhile. AND YEAH, WE TOOK PICS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly used Diannes camera, and she has yet to give me any of the pics since the day we went. So, I'll post it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is stuff from my camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/STqO2hRUssI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lwsD-LiYEkQ/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/STqO2hRUssI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lwsD-LiYEkQ/s320/DSC00843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276686980713067202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this shot. Hey look, I don't need to walk! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/STqPfKkQloI/AAAAAAAAADY/eQrhQaZ5NS0/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/STqPfKkQloI/AAAAAAAAADY/eQrhQaZ5NS0/s320/DSC00848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276687678993110658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the architectural structure of the pole and the ceiling(if they cal it that.)&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/STqSE4WNrCI/AAAAAAAAADo/OL_n-spMfAk/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/STqSE4WNrCI/AAAAAAAAADo/OL_n-spMfAk/s320/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276690525960645666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno which part of the airport this is, but it sure looks cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pics, but they're in another camera. I promise you I will post more soon k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! (:&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/4501817231237231937-1940718334640048573?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/1940718334640048573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1940718334640048573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1940718334640048573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/12/stuff.html' title='stuff.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/STqO2hRUssI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lwsD-LiYEkQ/s72-c/DSC00843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-1510229173577339361</id><published>2008-12-01T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:44:35.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff that bugs me.</title><content type='html'>Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes don't understand why my mum nags me about waking up late for breakfast. It's the holidays, can you give me a friggin' break? It's been awhile since I was able to get enough rest. The workload I've had the last semester was killing me. I just need some rest, don't stress me.. really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, if she wanted me to eat breakfast with the family all she had to do was to wake me up. I would certainly wake myself up right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, all she does when I wake up from bed is.. "Wah, so late you wake up is it? We all waited to have breakfast with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, for the lack of a better word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-1510229173577339361?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/1510229173577339361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuff-that-bugs-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1510229173577339361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1510229173577339361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuff-that-bugs-me.html' title='Stuff that bugs me.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6925797658176219023</id><published>2008-11-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:33:19.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am starting to become a genuine slacker.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, I am! All I do is eat, sleep,  and most of time my eyes are glued to the computer screen. Some people say I've gained weight too.  I could actually feel that I am actually gaining weight. Ahhh, I didn't use to care about my weight so much but when it came to the state of health from being obese I sometimes wonder. The worse thing is I've even been taking midnight snacks. Taking supper is a big no-no if you wanna maintain your weight though. Sigh, I guess I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm gonna say the 'd' word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the current situation of my laziness has gotten even worse. I can be quite an organized person if I am in the mood but they're times when I felt like chucking all my stuff and relaxing for a bit. But now.. I'm always unorganized and my mom will be the one who will be yelling at me about cleaning up my room. I guess I just needed my mom to tell me what to do. Yeah, that would not be mature of me but heck. I don't really care. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSqdcqo1GqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IluxvEr-Sb4/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSqdcqo1GqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IluxvEr-Sb4/s320/DSC00795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272199429598026402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed that is never made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSqducwwsaI/AAAAAAAAADA/c-sPUJExuNg/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSqducwwsaI/AAAAAAAAADA/c-sPUJExuNg/s320/DSC00797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272199735110840738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study table. If you look closely you can see a packet of cookies and using paper as a mouse pad. Lol. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSqeiPgI8AI/AAAAAAAAADI/1hcLvDZ9t-g/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSqeiPgI8AI/AAAAAAAAADI/1hcLvDZ9t-g/s320/DSC00793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272200624904663042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, plastic bags, wires all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to buck up, FAST.&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/4501817231237231937-6925797658176219023?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6925797658176219023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-starting-to-become-genuine-slacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6925797658176219023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6925797658176219023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-starting-to-become-genuine-slacker.html' title='I am starting to become a genuine slacker.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSqdcqo1GqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IluxvEr-Sb4/s72-c/DSC00795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-4433591120295713739</id><published>2008-11-20T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:53:46.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW REVAMP!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 5 hours of hard work I am finally done with revamping the blog. It was not so hard but the HTML was giving me such a headache. It's been awhile since I've blogged. My knowledge of HTML is totally out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank Ben for helping me out with the revamp. You were a great help! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you this will never happen. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-4433591120295713739?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/4433591120295713739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-revamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4433591120295713739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4433591120295713739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-revamp.html' title='THE NEW REVAMP!'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-3106987331020159319</id><published>2008-11-19T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:21:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with the people I &lt;3.</title><content type='html'>After much planning before the holidays, the last time we(me, Mizah, Mims, Fuffy) went out was on fasting month. It was fun, but we couldn't eat or drink so it kinda sucked in a way but we all did have fun.  So I decided to meet them after the exams ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was in Seremban, I agreed to take the train to UKM where she was to pick me up. Thinking that both Mims and Fuffy was gonna be there, I was thrilled. Got on the train at about 11.20 am and arrived at 12. It was a place I was not familiar of, and I had problems looking for Mizah's car even though it was huge. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of wandering around, I finally found her. Was shocked at the fact that it was only Mizah in the car. Found out that Mims and Fuffy went to a friends place, over in MMU Cyberjaya and stayed there overnight. Got quite angry cause I thought that I was late. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called them up and what *facepalmed* me was that Mims just woke up from sleep. But they promised to meet us up in Alamanda at around 1.30, I guess that was reasonable. Arrived at Alamanda around 12.30 and decided to get something to eat. Went to the bakery and we got ourselves a couple of buns and drinks. Grabbed a table chatted for quite sometime about the silly things we had done in the past. Had quite a laugh from all the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around 1.30 the two of them actually arrived. I was amazed because they were actually "on-time". We had lunch at the food court. I had the chicken chop rice on the wok thing. It's been awhile since I went to Alamanda, the management changed thus no more carrot cake! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking forward to it. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around wandering about we decided to watch a movie. Ended up buying tickets for Madagascar 2. Got quite bad seats but it was not bad after all. The movie was very much watchable and funny. I LOL-ed at the starting to the end of the movie. Mims and I laughed the most, we had the loudest laughs too. Everyone knew it was us. Lmao.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQHx_hkDaI/AAAAAAAAACI/egyCKr1P4Co/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQHx_hkDaI/AAAAAAAAACI/egyCKr1P4Co/s200/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270346019377515938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only bad thing about the movie was that it was too short. 70 mins at the most? But it sure was a great show. I love Mort, he's soooo cute. XD He didn't make much of an appearance though. I actually thought this movie was better than the first one, the story was much more interesting. It was worth the RM 7 I spent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQIwRka4mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AC05KDUYB9Y/s1600-h/madagascar-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQIwRka4mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AC05KDUYB9Y/s200/madagascar-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270347089373225570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nonetheless, the movie was better if you watched it with the people you love. It made the movie a more enjoyable experience. XD&lt;br /&gt;We walked around after the movie. Loitering around yet again and I got myself some Famous Amos cookies. 200 gms  of Double Chocolate Pecan! YUM! :D Went upstairs to get myself some Baskin Robbins, with the help of Mims I took awhile to choose &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQK_jruU0I/AAAAAAAAACY/9PtQiqd8GEU/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQK_jruU0I/AAAAAAAAACY/9PtQiqd8GEU/s200/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270349550956991298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the flavours I wanted. Ended up with Jay Almond and something else with I don't remember what the name was. Lol. Sad to say it was farewell after that. Mizah sent me back to the train station. Arrived home around 8 pm. Was quite exhausted. But I really did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite bored while waiting for my dad to pick me up from the station in Seremban. Decided to take a few pics. It was drizzling a bit. I think the pics turned out quite good. Even though it was not a high-end camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQNYDsntiI/AAAAAAAAACg/7E7GN-DxfhQ/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQNYDsntiI/AAAAAAAAACg/7E7GN-DxfhQ/s320/DSC00780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270352170890802722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQNpcix9iI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZyknBtPpkew/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQNpcix9iI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZyknBtPpkew/s320/DSC00777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270352469618193954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, MAY I PRESENT YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQSF1Y6nwI/AAAAAAAAACw/6kTAdvO8k64/s1600-h/Madagascar_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQSF1Y6nwI/AAAAAAAAACw/6kTAdvO8k64/s320/Madagascar_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270357355370553090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cute, annoying, irritating, lame, dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all at the same time!.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love him! :D&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/4501817231237231937-3106987331020159319?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/3106987331020159319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/outing-with-people-i-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3106987331020159319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/3106987331020159319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/outing-with-people-i-3.html' title='Outing with the people I &lt;3.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSQHx_hkDaI/AAAAAAAAACI/egyCKr1P4Co/s72-c/DSC00774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-6205814960993586572</id><published>2008-11-17T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:40:19.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisive.</title><content type='html'>To be frank, I have tons of things to say. But I just I'm just too damn lazy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post some pics just as a highlight of what had happened in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBXGbvFclI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MIthMmlZH2g/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBXGbvFclI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MIthMmlZH2g/s320/DSC00432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269307332059558482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person who sits next to me in class and my business partner. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBX4Msf44I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KjIMkyMy_q0/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBX4Msf44I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KjIMkyMy_q0/s320/DSC00701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308187015635842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cakes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBYNYq49_I/AAAAAAAAABA/5O5HGaYVC4c/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBYNYq49_I/AAAAAAAAABA/5O5HGaYVC4c/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308551007369202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBZDFPrQmI/AAAAAAAAABI/3CLF_nyIoHQ/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBZDFPrQmI/AAAAAAAAABI/3CLF_nyIoHQ/s320/DSC00628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309473505886818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even more stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBZYZ2yx7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/H0e18f2c-JY/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBZYZ2yx7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/H0e18f2c-JY/s320/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309839815919538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even scandals. WAHAHAHAHAH. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBaUiXHjvI/AAAAAAAAABY/bTLJas91FsU/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBaUiXHjvI/AAAAAAAAABY/bTLJas91FsU/s320/DSC00522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269310872891133682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking fast with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hectic, but it was sure a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now time to relax. :)&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/4501817231237231937-6205814960993586572?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/6205814960993586572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/indecisive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6205814960993586572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/6205814960993586572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/indecisive.html' title='Indecisive.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SSBXGbvFclI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MIthMmlZH2g/s72-c/DSC00432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-2830964511604976329</id><published>2008-11-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:18:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The longggggg hiatus. Again.</title><content type='html'>Well, hello there yet again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start blogging again. I suddenly felt like continuing, probably it's because I have a few friends who are actually blogging and I thought it would be fun to have my own personal spot to rant, crap etc. anytime, anywhere I felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my absence, the fact that I have enrolled myself into a degree program in Applied Language Studies made my schedule even more busier. A lot has happened since my last post (Of course it has been dated back 10 months ago). Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, coozywoozy.blogspot.com has added new additions to his blog for the use of his readers and himself to be utilized as a mode of communication! (THIS SOOOO SOUNDS LIKE AN AD. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new additions would include a Cbox for crapping, and yes if you have eyes you would notice that I've added a picture on the blog header. I'm into photography, and my phone is equipped with quite a good camera, it takes really clear pictures sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it for the reviving post of my blog, nothing much to say. Will add more stuff in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-2830964511604976329?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/2830964511604976329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/longggggg-hiatus-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2830964511604976329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/2830964511604976329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/11/longggggg-hiatus-again.html' title='The longggggg hiatus. Again.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-8582572692418104751</id><published>2008-01-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:38:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping was actually... fun?</title><content type='html'>I discovered something that I never knew was possibly true. Shopping was actually.. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out at about 10.30 am to Jusco to meet my pet sis, Abi. Ben promised to come as well, but he had transport problems. Guess it's not his luck. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Jusco for about 1 and a half hours with Abi, what I did mostly was just accompany her at the arcade. She was out of cash and I had to cough up my own cash for her Para Para addiction. *grumbles* She even forced me to go for a round, but I refused and glued my butt to the chair. Yes, even the puppy dog face didn't work this time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had McDonalds after and chat for almost an hour. Glad that she's doing fine. Come to think of it, its been a few months since I've spent time with her. So it was nice to finally able to spend time with her again with my busy schedule. I missed those days when I was still in school. Less responsibilities. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom picked us up and sent us to the train station. We took the train to Mid Valley Megamall after. The first thing we did was find the ATM machine. I was broke and in serious need of cash. There's a new wing that just opened at the ground floor, it was named the Gardens. Abi brought me to this section where they were only food stuffs that were imported from JAPAN were sold. Goodness, my eyes were practically glittering at the box of Strawberry flavoured Pocky. Picked up the box and immediately put it back at its shelve. It's priced at RM 45.90. Holy s**t, a box of treats costs nearly 50 bucks?! Abi bought herself a box of Coffee flavoured milk. I only took a sip and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and went to Converse to get me a new pair of shoes. Finally I got new pair shoes YAY! :D Will upload a few pics later cause I left my bluetooth device in my dorm. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got into Borders and started looking around. The place was HUGE, it's been a while since I've been in a good bookstore. Loved the atmosphere. Best of all, free reading is allowed! We didn't have much time, so I bought a book. The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom, an international bestseller. Can't wait to read it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and walked in and out into many shops. Never knew shopping was so fun, always thought it's just a waste of time. Oh well, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train back home, arrived at about 7.30. It was an exhausting day and now I'm here posting this at about 2 am. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should go to bed now. Another day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-8582572692418104751?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/8582572692418104751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping-was-actually-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8582572692418104751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/8582572692418104751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping-was-actually-fun.html' title='Shopping was actually... fun?'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-5840257128603477408</id><published>2008-01-20T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:08:41.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camwhoring is NOT a crime. LOL.</title><content type='html'>Yes it IS that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pictures since my come back for the second semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/HaTaKe_KaNZaKi/15-01-08_1809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness of my classmates, we dragged our lecturer in the picture as well, Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/HaTaKe_KaNZaKi/17-01-08_1046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More randomness. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/HaTaKe_KaNZaKi/DSCN1832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to play Guitar 101. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/HaTaKe_KaNZaKi/DSCN1836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;3 Chocolate Milk! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/HaTaKe_KaNZaKi/DSCN1882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is so totally COOL! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y276/HaTaKe_KaNZaKi/DSCN1942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANDO'S! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-5840257128603477408?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/5840257128603477408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/camwhoring-is-not-crime-lol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5840257128603477408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5840257128603477408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/camwhoring-is-not-crime-lol.html' title='Camwhoring is NOT a crime. LOL.'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-4857874463283240679</id><published>2008-01-14T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:33:21.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long absence.. ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There’s only one word to describe the camp I attended a few days ago… HELL. But after thinking twice, it was quite okay. I learned a lot about things that I never knew even happened that made such a huge difference to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that made what it is now. It has changed my point of view towards the Malaysian government and I understand more now. I actually feel more patriotic now. I always thought patriotism was somewhat stupid and pointless. How stupid I was to think so now that I’ve thought of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The camp is located at Balik Pulau, Pulau Pinang. It’s a secluded camp. The best part was it is also located at the beach. Too bad we can’t go out the beach as we please. It was also the place where the Tsunami attacked a few years ago. It was quite scary being there though... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The camp has tested my patience and trained me to be more punctual. The biggest challenge was the jungle trekking in the middle of the night. At first I thought of it as just a leisure walk across the forest. It turned out to be the exact opposite. It was a total test of physical and mental challenge. The forest was pitch black. I couldn’t see anything and we were not allowed to bring our torch lights along with us. We only depended on our other senses to walk across the forest. After 3 hours, I actually came out of it alive. My joints are aching and I have scratches and bumps everywhere on my body. It was a great experience but it was not a fun one if you ask me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We weren’t allowed to use our cell phones or any other ICT devices. Not having my cell for 4 days was horror as well. It felt like a part of my soul was taken away when they confiscated my phone. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The whole camp was a great experience. I’ve never felt such an adrenaline rush like this before. I really learned a lot from this camp but if you ask me to go through this camp again… the answer would be NO. &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/4501817231237231937-4857874463283240679?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/4857874463283240679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4857874463283240679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/4857874463283240679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-absence.html' title='The long absence.. ?'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-5014886072405256653</id><published>2008-01-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:30:32.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee..</title><content type='html'>I have to start bucking up, no more Maple, no more slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple is seriously affecting my social life. Yeah like seriously, since I'm in campus now so I'm restricting myself from touching that orange mushroom icon on my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had one class today, it was a great deal of fun. The discussion was about a study on chocolates. Who knew it has chemicals that can actually stimulate your neurotransmitters. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm... chocolates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-5014886072405256653?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/5014886072405256653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5014886072405256653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/5014886072405256653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wee.html' title='Wee..'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7112162407466601948</id><published>2008-01-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:31:31.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As the New Year countdown gets closer, text messages started coming with New Year wishes. It amazes me sometimes since some people just don’t give up. The first New Year’s wish I received was from my ex. I admire her courage after telling her countless times not to try to contact me in any way but she still does it. I replied her with a simple ‘Thank You’ and a bit of sarcasm. Forgetting the past was hard enough, now she’s taking me back into the past yet again I try to forget all my memories of her but it’s just too hard even when I try again and again. Why can’t some people just listen? Save me? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I already knew my ex and one of my closest friend, Ben are a couple now. I felt hurt and disappointed after I trusted him all these years, this is how he repays me… by lying to me and tainting the trust I’ve given him all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I couldn’t leech much from the interrogation I had done on Ben on New Year’s Eve. The conversation started after I called him a two face when he wished me a Happy New Year. I can’t control my emotions I’m aware of that. Is it maybe because I’m too vulnerable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel as though he doesn’t care about our friendship at all. It’s as though all that laughs, all those time spent together, is just a façade all along. We’ve been friends for so long, doesn’t that mean a thing to him? Or is it some kind of a game? My heart tells me not to forgive him after he had done to me, but my mind says otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He told me he will explain everything to me with a face to face talk. Frankly speaking, I don’t even feel like looking at his face right now. It’ll just feel awkward. Why can’t he just say out loud through text messaging? Does he need time to come up with reasons? Or is it just his way of doing things? Stall me till he gets a good excuse. If our friendship means so much to him why must he lie to me instead of telling me lies? If you really don’t want to hurt me my dear friend, it’ll hurt more if I found things out this way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Knowing that you’ve deceived me all this while talking behind her back, insulting her by calling her names etc. just hurts me more now. It doesn’t matter what your reasons are, a lie is still a lie. The capability of lying to a friend, who has trusted you all these years, just doesn’t make the friendship worth while at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I thank God for letting me meet the person who has always tried to be there for me when I needed someone to talk to. She’s just like a sister I’ve never had. Even though we’ve never met, I love her to death. She has been the person who has got me going and told me there’s still hope for me when I don’t even feel like going on anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve waited all my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;To cross this line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;To the only thing that’s true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So I will not hide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s time to try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anything to be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;All my life I’ve waited,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This is true…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;True, Ryan Cabrera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Thank you Kuro sis, &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; and always thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;- BEAR HUGS! - ^^;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-7112162407466601948?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7112162407466601948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7112162407466601948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7112162407466601948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-7059483807872630981</id><published>2008-01-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:24:31.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The 2 month semester break was just probably too long, I was already getting used to Mapling till the break of dawn yet again. It seemed so short to me actually, probably it was just because I was having too much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December 2007, everyone was acquainted yet again. Everyone was jolly telling stories about any amazing things that they encountered in the past 2 months. As usual, all the TESL students gathered at a room. It was loud and everyone seems to still have the holiday mood instilled in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; December 2007, as stated in the timetable classes are not as packed as it was in the first semester on Monday. My first class started at 11.30 am. It was a relief though since I didn’t have to wake myself up so early on a Monday morning, I’ve got the Monday blues. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Finally it ended up with the lecturer cancelling the class in the end. But going to the faculty wasn’t a waste at all; everyone was excited to see each other especially the girls. They made the most noise. Probably it’s because the majority of my class are girls. Lol.&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/4501817231237231937-7059483807872630981?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/7059483807872630981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7059483807872630981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/7059483807872630981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-it-begins.html' title='So it begins..'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501817231237231937.post-1974681612756130749</id><published>2007-12-19T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:44:34.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post. *cheers*</title><content type='html'>The first post of a blog has to give a certain impression that it's a fantastic blog for everyone to come back again, since first impressions are somehow important due to the fact that it can determine how a reader feels about the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first impressions are important. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4501817231237231937-1974681612756130749?l=coozywoozy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/feeds/1974681612756130749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-post-cheers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1974681612756130749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4501817231237231937/posts/default/1974681612756130749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coozywoozy.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-post-cheers.html' title='The first post. *cheers*'/><author><name>CooZy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17211040158258018935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jMvRLuaJQU/SR2T3U-oL1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AsxbwYEx_3w/S220/n722602891_298726_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
