<?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-22943099</id><updated>2011-08-13T03:05:47.330+08:00</updated><category term='opinions'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>The time bomb's ticking.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7751893023252081831</id><published>2011-08-13T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T03:05:47.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-7751893023252081831?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7751893023252081831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7751893023252081831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7751893023252081831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7751893023252081831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-you-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4862916151667899154</id><published>2011-08-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T01:06:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;I thought I had forgotten the sounds of a hospital ward but guess not, that memory of a frail looking hero I once knew lying on a hospital bed is still etched in my head. I thought I smelt your scent in the house today, but of course, there was nobody there. I can still hear you clear your throat the way you used to. I can still remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;爸爸，你最近还好吧?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-4862916151667899154?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4862916151667899154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4862916151667899154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4862916151667899154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4862916151667899154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/08/wave-i.html' title='Wave (I)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8853291120914627992</id><published>2011-05-26T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T19:13:22.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh got no tittle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;JOHN's verbal diarrhea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i dont know how to blog. im using one hand to type. i hope andrew comes before I forget what im suppose to remind Sara. So yeah. meh. meh. the puppy has kutu. like putu mayam. and gula melaka. k bai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8853291120914627992?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8853291120914627992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8853291120914627992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8853291120914627992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8853291120914627992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/05/eh-got-no-tittle.html' title='eh got no tittle'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1951351476635949439</id><published>2011-05-18T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:15:59.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's annoying that people make a certain face when you say something they don't really agree with or like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Best part was, I caught that person during the act today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1951351476635949439?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1951351476635949439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1951351476635949439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1951351476635949439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1951351476635949439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-that-annoy-me-1.html' title='Things that annoy me #1'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1210875902255582709</id><published>2011-05-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:51:11.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Messed up. Big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1210875902255582709?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1210875902255582709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1210875902255582709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1210875902255582709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1210875902255582709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3351599930150415997</id><published>2011-05-07T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T14:04:47.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;You remember me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when we went everywhere together? When we held each other's stuff, walked to places together, liked and disliked the same people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You remember me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when I talked back to you and mama stood up for me? When you two got into a big fight afterwards, and mama ended up crying in her room and I cried cause I was young and didn't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You remember me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when we used to play monopoly? When we used to play house, lay on each other's laps and stayed up late watching the telly hoping our parents never found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You remember me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when you used to call me "Terminator"? When I was still the kid who ran around with hair growing towards the sky, chasing after you cause you called me names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You remember me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when I rang you up and asked if you were talking about me on the bus? When I thought you had a thing for me, and we had this long talk about that girl you're still in love with up till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You remember me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when I asked if dad would ever cheat on you during that one night when there was a blackout? When I used to wake you up in the middle of the night just to follow me to the toilet cause I was worried a ghost would come and get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You remember me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when I came to your place every Sunday for violin lessons? When once a wall lizard ran across my legs while I was playing my piece, and how you used to leave the nail clipper on the table cause you know I never trim my nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll remember me right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As a girl who says things on her mind without much thought, as a girl who would approach people to strike up a conversation, as a girl who played many musical instruments, as a girl who was always single, as a girl who knew many people, as a girl who loved disagreeing and having healthy arguments with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll remember me. Right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-3351599930150415997?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3351599930150415997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3351599930150415997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3351599930150415997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3351599930150415997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-left.html' title='What&apos;s left'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-519649669415835153</id><published>2011-04-29T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:19:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter #000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Dearest, why do you insist on keeping every single thing to yourself? It is as if you are a tightly closed shell, unwilling to even leave room for some air in to breathe. You live in your own head, running in circles until you exhaust yourself only to have a breakdown and then the cycle repeats itself. Has there been no one who has expressed concern toward you? Or has just experiencing the world made you conclude that nobody should be given a chance to enter your own realm of thoughts and feelings? It must be depressing, this horrible recording you keep going through over and over in that depressing place! This shell of yours, or some would call a wall, when will it ever be pierced through? You find joy but you do not share and you feel sorrow yet you will not let it show, when in truth joy is multiplied when shared and sorrow is lightened when we confide in another. It is difficult to live in such a way, is it not? Give yourself a chance, give others a chance, give your life a chance! Come join the rest of us as we struggle to learn to live and deal, to desire and to yearn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Come, let us all feed off the rest of humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-519649669415835153?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/519649669415835153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=519649669415835153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/519649669415835153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/519649669415835153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/letter-000.html' title='Letter #000'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7254310566919659369</id><published>2011-04-26T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:11:43.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>In recent times...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lent has just passed, so has Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My dog ran away from home last Friday into the rain since it was Good Friday and all. Rushed home from church and I searched for her in the rain to no avail. I couldn't find her anywhere, so that night I cried myself to sleep since I had a paper in the morning the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's a wonder how I even got to school without crying all the way, how I could laugh with some friends while we did some last minute cramming in the school cafeteria, how I managed to answer the questions and not murder anyone annoying along the way. All I wanted to do was to get back home and distribute the notices I made to get my fur ball back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, long story cut short, Cino is now home after roaming around 3 housing areas. Three. I kid you not. This dog is mental and crazy fit, I wonder how she survived. Apparently she made friends with 2 strays and 2 other pet dogs. She came back all quiet and wasn't very responsive when we called to her, probably suffered a trauma or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She's back to normal. I think she had a rough time away from home those 29 hours. No matter, she's home now. Thank you God for keeping her safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Blessed Easter everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-7254310566919659369?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7254310566919659369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7254310566919659369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7254310566919659369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7254310566919659369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-recent-times.html' title='In recent times...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-493195266496326746</id><published>2011-04-21T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:28:51.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You've taken the same road countless times that you know it like the back of your hand. There's that pebble hanging right by the edge of the tar road, and that white blob of excess white paint that was spilled. You even know the number of seconds each side of the traffic gets till the light turns green on your end again. That familiar billboard advert greets you every single time you stare out your car window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yet every time you take that same road, it just isn't the same as the last time you were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What's so different? You continue wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-493195266496326746?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/493195266496326746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=493195266496326746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/493195266496326746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/493195266496326746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/difference.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6794447106605738202</id><published>2011-04-18T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:36:15.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember the good old days when we used simple language to convey our thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Mama I really really really love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Really? How much?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"This much!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And then you proceed to stretching your arms as wide as your tiny toddling frame can go. Or if you've never done that before &lt;s&gt;(cause you weren't a very cute little kid)&lt;/s&gt;, maybe you remember this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Which color do you like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Red!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yes, of course I'm talking about crayons. Everyone had a history with crayons. Everyone. Anywho, back to my topic for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;At my current age, many of us are heavily influenced by our peers, the radio, the telly, movies and, not to forget what connects us all, the internet. I'm pretty sure most of the topics of discussion we have come from these media too. Here are some examples of what we receive from these influences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;More examples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"I wanna get wit' chu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"omgwtfbbq"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"you betta hide yo daught'rs and hide yo wives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"you dun goof'd!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"haters to the left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"don't be a drag just be a queen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"Friday Friday &lt;s&gt;we're&lt;/s&gt; gonna get &lt;s&gt;high&lt;/s&gt; down on Friday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;"My mum thinks LOL means lots of love. Today, my mum sent me a text that read 'Your grandma died today. LOL.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just don't get it. Why. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;p/s: That last example is a personal favorite by the way. Got it off one of those sites where you like the link if it's relevant to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-6794447106605738202?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6794447106605738202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6794447106605738202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6794447106605738202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6794447106605738202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-458391815675597060</id><published>2011-04-14T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:36:49.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ended a module today. It's weird that five modules are done already, I still feel like I haven't started too long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have a habit of blanking out sometimes cause I have really short daydreams. Today, about twenty minutes before my last lecture for the module was to end, it was raining really heavily outside that I could even hear the thunder from inside the building. The first thing that hit my mind was that the world was ending outside and here I am, still having a lecture while everyone was running around outside and the sky might have turned red or fallen down, I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-458391815675597060?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/458391815675597060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=458391815675597060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/458391815675597060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/458391815675597060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/ended-module-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-552674236486289527</id><published>2011-04-07T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:02:33.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's been a while since I've had the chance to pen everything down, so I've decided that sometimes I'll leave certain statements after having debates I have in my head just so I can keep track on how active my mind has been. Whoopee! No, not really. &lt;/span&gt;But if you do have time on your hands, consider with me won't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without further ado, here is today's. Have fun, no stress and don't overwork yourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"If you've lived long enough, you would know that there really isn't just black and white."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fyi, comments are very much welcomed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-552674236486289527?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/552674236486289527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=552674236486289527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/552674236486289527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/552674236486289527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-beginnings-1.html' title='New beginnings #1'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4152868646687568885</id><published>2011-04-04T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:29:04.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Humans are smart creatures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I say that because I know for a fact that humans can read these things called "vibes", these invisible and unspoken expressions that are somehow translated and received by others, sometimes unknowingly and other times on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;During the past week, I got vibes from a couple of friends that I might have been using them as my means of transport too often and it shouldn't be a surprise to you that it didn't make me feel very nice at all. I also got vibes that I might be too proud or boastful, that I might be belittling some people, or even that I don't know when to keep my mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe it's just my receiving end that's gone wrong, maybe they are thinking that way, maybe I'm over-thinking things. One thing for sure is, something doesn't feel right and I don't like it not feeling right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-4152868646687568885?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4152868646687568885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4152868646687568885&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4152868646687568885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4152868646687568885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/vibes.html' title='Vibes'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4780657541469017210</id><published>2011-04-02T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:48:42.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blockage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You know those moments when you can't tell what you're feeling because &lt;i&gt;apparently&lt;/i&gt; there are so many feelings that hit you &lt;b&gt;all at once&lt;/b&gt;, you don't know which to reveal as the answer when someone asks you about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCpuopwaw3A/TZX_FYz8zYI/AAAAAAAABVs/OSlbesUHDe8/s1600/DSC00620.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCpuopwaw3A/TZX_FYz8zYI/AAAAAAAABVs/OSlbesUHDe8/s400/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590654980475112834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Jackson posing by a leaf-less plant in a huge pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, times like those call for a burst after blockage over a certain period. The "kraken is released"! Then all is well again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or at least, for now it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-4780657541469017210?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4780657541469017210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4780657541469017210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4780657541469017210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4780657541469017210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/04/blockage.html' title='Blockage'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCpuopwaw3A/TZX_FYz8zYI/AAAAAAAABVs/OSlbesUHDe8/s72-c/DSC00620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8569226854606694412</id><published>2011-03-30T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:30:27.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I made a new face for my blog, I guess I really am coming back on blogger. It's been a while and lots of changes have been made to edit the pages, so I'm feeling rather impressed. I'll be writing stuff, so watch out for that. Of course there will be rants as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just gonna go with the flow and see how things turn out. I'm in uni now and I have a feeling time won't be on my side very often for very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anywho! Hello all, I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8569226854606694412?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8569226854606694412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8569226854606694412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8569226854606694412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8569226854606694412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/03/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8286822041923172907</id><published>2011-03-28T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:43:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Am considering a return to blogger, we'll see what happens. I could never find the courage to post something about myself on my Tumblr page. Hm. We'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8286822041923172907?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8286822041923172907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8286822041923172907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8286822041923172907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8286822041923172907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2011/03/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8357203071673494408</id><published>2009-11-19T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:14:16.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm moving to Tumblr. I'm sorry Blogger, this is where we part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New URL : &lt;a href="http://a-tad-byronic.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://a-tad-byronic.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still keep this page, but will be using Tumblr most of the time. Sorry if this troubles you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&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/22943099-8357203071673494408?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8357203071673494408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8357203071673494408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8357203071673494408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8357203071673494408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello goodbye'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3064502208704479702</id><published>2009-11-13T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:21:32.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Nutcrack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Yes, nobody said it was easy but I never thought it'd feel as if things were this hard. I don't think even screaming therapy, ice cream, endless ranting sessions or anything would help. And of all times it's now that I finally realize there are no allies here, I am without companions; I am alone. You say we feel because we are human, then haven't you been trying to convince me to be anything but one since you keep saying we shouldn't dwell on all this feelings? I can surely tell you now that if your motive all this while was to strip me of my heartstrings and melt this ice wall I have been struggling so much to hold up; congratulations! It's time to pop that champagne bottle you have been saving for this very moment. Thank you for showing me the truth, and you can bet for certain I'll be stuck in this insanity for a sufficient period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yours in solitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Frostbite&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/22943099-3064502208704479702?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3064502208704479702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3064502208704479702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3064502208704479702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3064502208704479702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/11/letter-1.html' title='Letter #1'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4942700988630692260</id><published>2009-11-05T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:53:49.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowtide</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;"you´re in my mind&lt;br /&gt;you´re in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew right from the start&lt;br /&gt;all my friends said you´d break my heart&lt;br /&gt;A heartbreaker right from the start"&lt;/h2&gt;              &lt;div class="caption"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;p&gt;- MSTRKRFT ft. John Legend singing  "Heartbreaker"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Awesome song right there. Lyrics are the bomb too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Everything is falling into place again. I guess things do settle down no matter how big a stirup it gets. I'm glad things are working out fine. Guess the tide(?) has gone down. Now the only thing that's missing is Ramen! Why oh why didn't Mumsy get those packets of Shin instant noodles when she went grocery shopping? Whyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: verdana;"&gt;p/s : Coming home with the bestie who's been MIA later today. I've missed you Jack! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"And we both go on wondering whether the other is gonna say something first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-4942700988630692260?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4942700988630692260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4942700988630692260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4942700988630692260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4942700988630692260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/11/lowtide.html' title='Lowtide'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6874903815378685612</id><published>2009-11-03T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:51:53.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know you're crazy when you have an assignment due today itself and the only thing you've typed on Notepad is the Front Page - which conveniently only took you 8 seconds for 4 lines - while you hope you can wake up at 7am in a little more than 6 hours' time to come up with 1500 words by comparing a news article and a news broadcast on customer satisfaction dropping in Singapore before leaving home to cross the causeway at 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or, maybe that's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really hope I pull this one off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For any person whose profession has something to do with Journalism, you have my respect! One heck of a bother, it is. And having to get it done before the news gets out too. Crazy how you guys do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see some fireflies, if you(anyone) please(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-6874903815378685612?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6874903815378685612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6874903815378685612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6874903815378685612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6874903815378685612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-moment.html' title='This Moment'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2375442763340360118</id><published>2009-10-18T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:38:22.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate it that I'm receiving more than I seemed to have given. No, I'm not talking about receiving good stuff. I'd be a silly goat to think that because that's how we humans work. We want to take and take and take all the good stuff; leave the rest to the rest. I don't understand what's really going on as I thought the 'talking it over' part was, well, over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it sometimes when you've apologized for your mistakes already and it's as though you hadn't at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I really am to people anymore for now. And shit, although I know I've made a mistake even I myself feel it's unjust to make me feel like I haven't reflected and said sorry. The word 'shit' can't even begin to cover how I feel towards myself at this moment. I bet the next thing I'm gonna be accused of acting like I'm the victim. I have reasons as to why I do things a certain way, if an apology doesn't help make you feel better then what other shit do you want me to do this is really trying my patience and i really did apologize already gawd what else do you want from me ahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not cried for a while, and I refuse to. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refuse&lt;/span&gt; to give you the reaction you expect me to give you.&lt;br /&gt;If this is all but a test, I have a feeling I might not pass it even.&lt;br /&gt;Mayhap John Mayer will keep me distracted from my work of stupidity bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New discovered fact about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't use punctuations in my typed sentences when I'm upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'm never speaking up again; it only hurts me."&lt;br /&gt;- My Stupid Mouth, John Mayer&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/22943099-2375442763340360118?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2375442763340360118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2375442763340360118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2375442763340360118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2375442763340360118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/10/same-old.html' title='Same old'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8795323058920156168</id><published>2009-10-16T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:27:37.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have I changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be insensitive; to be called a hypocrite by another; to not feel sorry for being honest but rather feel sorry as to not direct the comment at the person being commented on; to feel like the lowliest dumbass of friends when all I had in mind was to make good use of money invested in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the irony is? All this while I've been trying my hardest to trust others but this time I'm the one who has made someone lose their trust in me. And for now, just for now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loathe the word&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So scared of getting old, I'm only good at being young."&lt;br /&gt;- John Mayer&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/22943099-8795323058920156168?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8795323058920156168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8795323058920156168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8795323058920156168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8795323058920156168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly.html' title='Ugly'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-9214574335240760991</id><published>2009-10-14T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:10:19.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourteenth of October Two-Oh-Oh-Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Round and round we go once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where does it go, is there an end?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THE crazy big fat Mama who said 'If I were crazy, you are too!" for every time I called her that. I miss your silly sayings - "Kencing kencing kencing" when nature called; "Mama die then you know" when you wanted to have our sweets even though you were diabetic - when you were still around. Your coin-purse is still full with your coins, I can't bear the thought of using your money cause you always made me pay you back every last cent I borrowed from you. I wish I could put on your socks for you one last time before you went to sleep at night or even put on the marching gloves I used for school just so you wouldn't be cold like the day I last heard you call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No, I won't cry about the time I made you and Papa quarrel so bad that I thought either one of you wouldn't stay in the house anymore; I won't laugh about the times you and Uncle Black spoke about different things without even listening to the other talk; I won't giggle at your powder puff and your "Hwang Yew" medicated oil you used all the time; I won't miss smelling that weird smell that used to come out of your side of the cupboard we shared; I won't think about how you always asked Bishop James(at that time) to bless you whenever he said mass; I won't imagine running my hand through your curly white hair and how disgusting the way it was when you took off your dentures; I won't ask mummy for that old wedding photo of yourself and Gonggong you used to boast oh so proudly all the time to us that your grandfather owns a road in JB; I won't even start on the way your face lit up everytime you spoke about any of us as your grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;None of all that, because you lived Mama. You lived. And for once I'd like for you to know that I'm darn well proud of you too. Rest well Mama, we love and miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You describe me as a relaxed individual when you haven't even seen me get upset. I just hide it well that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I smile just because."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-9214574335240760991?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/9214574335240760991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=9214574335240760991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9214574335240760991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9214574335240760991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/10/fourteenth-of-october-two-oh-oh-nine.html' title='Fourteenth of October Two-Oh-Oh-Nine'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2095438499481437912</id><published>2009-10-06T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:51:19.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SstmKDW1iEI/AAAAAAAABUo/OXPzL4Cw4zI/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SstmKDW1iEI/AAAAAAAABUo/OXPzL4Cw4zI/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389513701964744770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On some days, I go around wondering if I'm really who I am or if I'm just looking on from two holes(my eyes) into someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is good, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Maybe I'm amazed."&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/22943099-2095438499481437912?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2095438499481437912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2095438499481437912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2095438499481437912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2095438499481437912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/10/makes-me-wonder.html' title='Makes me wonder'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SstmKDW1iEI/AAAAAAAABUo/OXPzL4Cw4zI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7512155149393635109</id><published>2009-10-05T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:04:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badaboom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SsjqD0aV47I/AAAAAAAABTw/o0NAF6MzYX0/s1600-h/%3DX.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SsjqD0aV47I/AAAAAAAABTw/o0NAF6MzYX0/s400/%3DX.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388814305478435762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shocking isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant my nail colour by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can drive home with one headlight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feast thy eyes on my doggy dear, Cino!&lt;/span&gt; (Here you go Clara, say hi yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p/s : Many thanks to Mercy Sue aka Markey my soulmate for the pictures. I hope you find a better place to stay in Singapore soon.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sslu76cFSkI/AAAAAAAABUg/t8Ygb21WoVs/s1600-h/Cino+lipstick%21"&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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sslu76cFSkI/AAAAAAAABUg/t8Ygb21WoVs/s400/Cino+lipstick%21" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960404703889986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Looks as though she has lipstick on or something :/&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sslu7o4HxxI/AAAAAAAABUY/FY83fO4L7x0/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sslu7o4HxxI/AAAAAAAABUY/FY83fO4L7x0/s400/IMG_1969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960399989655314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The moping dog that looks like a mop - pun intended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-7512155149393635109?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7512155149393635109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7512155149393635109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7512155149393635109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7512155149393635109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/10/badaboom.html' title='Badaboom'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SsjqD0aV47I/AAAAAAAABTw/o0NAF6MzYX0/s72-c/%3DX.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6696405462212424535</id><published>2009-09-30T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:11:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;First version of&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;The List of 10 Things That Upset Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't assume you know everything cause that irritates me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do I have to deal with your stupid mood swings?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't give me that crap about your horrible day, I don't dig bad days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mentioning anything to do with my deceased sister doesn't make it the end of the world, I'm okay with talking about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when people make promises and don't keep them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it when I have to start conversations all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really don't like people talking to me when I'm watching a movie/video online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate it that I can't walk my dog Cino everyday just cause I have to be in Singapore to attend lectures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually don't like travelling alone but when I travel with company I don't talk much - I just like the company.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like people being impolite to me cause it makes me want to gorge their eyes out, stab the retina and put it back in so it hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm just not a very happy kid right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your heads still attached, you lousy brats?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-6696405462212424535?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6696405462212424535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6696405462212424535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6696405462212424535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6696405462212424535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/09/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3504653893969255636</id><published>2009-09-27T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:43:25.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years till now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On this very day five years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my eldest sister Lorraine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do remember is that the night before she died I didn't bid her good night because I was angry at her. I was upset that my mum was speaking to her too nicely, I guess it was jealousy that took over.&lt;br /&gt;I never got another chance to bid her goodnight ever again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inhumane, not being able  to recall much of her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Every year I reread the &lt;a href="http://thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2004/9/29/nation/9003859&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on her death, this year was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;I never really got to cry, and I guess I never will.&lt;br /&gt;It's been five years. Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-3504653893969255636?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3504653893969255636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3504653893969255636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3504653893969255636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3504653893969255636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/09/five-years-till-now.html' title='Five years till now'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2683191094911703828</id><published>2009-09-24T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:48:54.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing one's loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was never one to keep in touch. Deep inside I hope you know that I do think about you. So even if I don't call you or leave you a text from time to time, even if I talk to your friends more than you, even if I don't seem to want to talk to you much when an opportunity arrives, even if you think I don't care, I do. I just don't do this staying in contact stuff. I've tried setting my mind to it and that failed miserably. Therefore please, don't assume what I don't feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while and I've done much thinking since the last time I posted something. But for a while, I figured blogging isn't so interesting anymore. In fact, I actually felt burdened by the thought of having to type out what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you lose till it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a line I've heard for countless times, every time I hear it again I stare at the person who said it straight in the eye and wonder what they've lost to believe in the authenticity of that phrase. The fact is this: we've all lost things of certain value to ourselves, but I've lost no more than you have. What we hold dear to our hearts are incomparable. So please, don't go around telling everyone how they can't understand even if it's true. And that's cause we're not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think we ought to know by now?"&lt;br /&gt;- John Mayer&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/22943099-2683191094911703828?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2683191094911703828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2683191094911703828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2683191094911703828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2683191094911703828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-ones-loss.html' title='Losing one&apos;s loss'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1415062821072115924</id><published>2009-09-11T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:31:34.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a secret that's applicable to every single being in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to break someone, the easiest and second most effective way to do it would be to take what the person thinks they do best and bury them with destructive criticism and insults. The best option to take a person down, of course, would be to take that talent/skill they treasure the most from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, let's take a musician named X. See, X loves playing his cello. How would one break X?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a flight of stairs and push X down those stairs. So long as a part of his body which is required to play the cello is damaged beyond repair, presto! You've succeeded in bringing this person down. Of course, this option would take a certain level of hatred or dissatisfaction toward X, if there isn't a cold heart in you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other option might sound more like a planned situation, but it happens. Let's say X goes for an audition held by a music college. Now X has been playing the cello from a very young age and has always dreamt of becoming a professional 'high-art' musician. If he gets accepted into the college, it'd be half the battle won already. He goes in the audition room, plays his pieces on his beloved cello and shuffles his feet while the party who called the audition deliberates amongst themselves. Let's assume the answer they give is a no, the reason being they feel X isn't ready, hasn't matured with his cello yet, so they tell him to come back next year for the next intake after 'maturing' with his cello in the time span of a year. How'd you think would react after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hear from you guys through comments please. Thanks.&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/22943099-1415062821072115924?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1415062821072115924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1415062821072115924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1415062821072115924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1415062821072115924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/09/bid.html' title='B.I.D.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-9141519576041121474</id><published>2009-08-25T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:42:19.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate it when people think something's going on when there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;If there IS something going on I'll let you know thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, try not to beat yourself up too much.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've developed a tendency to disagree and bring up questions that can go on all day.&lt;br /&gt;Like recently when a classmate told me "I wanna die", I asked him "so what's stopping you?".&lt;br /&gt;Never heard him say that ever again, at least not up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are jerks sometimes upset me very easily now, so be cautious of what you do or say to me. I'll claw your brains out after I bite you, so beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changing now. People around, music, the weather, you name it. Let's just expect the worst and hope for the best shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's have a game on the Teddy Picker,&lt;br /&gt;not quick enough can I have it quicker,&lt;br /&gt;already thick and you're getting thicker."&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/22943099-9141519576041121474?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/9141519576041121474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=9141519576041121474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9141519576041121474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9141519576041121474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/08/save-it.html' title='Save it'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4465778020951424908</id><published>2009-08-23T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:13:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The words he said when I was 5. Those weren't words but rather commands. Don't touch the dogs because they're dirty and don't sit too close to the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words he said when I was 7. Those were the times when even a muffled giggle would get me scolded till I was sobbing uncontrollably. That was when I learnt crying never helped, it only made the scoldings worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words he said the day I turned 10. Those were the words that changed my eating habit. I used to take all the time in the world just to finish a meal, but since the day I turned 10 I was never the last to finish my meal ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words he said when I was 13. That was the payback I got for talking back and being rude. He confiscated my phone for that one and only time, and I ran into the bathroom and brawled my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words he said when I was 15. Those were the words I earned just by being involved in church and school. I guess he would have preferred to have a child who stays at home rather than one who needed to be fetched around all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words he said when I was 17. That was when I was questioned to a point where there was no other way to react than to react itself. Perhaps the uncertainty of me not having a place to further my studies was indeed a concern and not a nuisance for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the things above, I have finally realised what I've failed to realise all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a wild guess, go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things he'll never say.&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/22943099-4465778020951424908?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4465778020951424908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4465778020951424908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you're at a point of your life&lt;br /&gt;where you forget everything&lt;br /&gt;unless it's been written down,&lt;br /&gt;it's either due to old age&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;you're biting off&lt;br /&gt;more than you can chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One loses their wisdom tooth when one bites off more than one can chew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things are on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments/college work&lt;br /&gt;Camp&lt;br /&gt;Change&lt;br /&gt;Farewells&lt;br /&gt;Ways to cure my blocked nose&lt;br /&gt;More time&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of Love, Loyalty, Conflict, Companionship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I confuse my own mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question;&lt;br /&gt;How does one know when enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation tomorrow, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where were you while we were getting high?"&lt;br /&gt;Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1833306760792996218?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1833306760792996218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1833306760792996218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This life, this war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who are we fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This run, this race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For whom is this chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Because things are the way they are, they will not stay the way they are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bertolt Brecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;can we please be besties again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8675903696266232583?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8675903696266232583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8675903696266232583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8675903696266232583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8675903696266232583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-out.html' title='It&apos;s out'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-496826273221414099</id><published>2009-08-17T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:23:24.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sog_ZBq-AXI/AAAAAAAABTo/oD3--pB1dvE/s1600-h/blog.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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sog_ZBq-AXI/AAAAAAAABTo/oD3--pB1dvE/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370612254817255794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It isn't easy, not being able to express discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;Shameful even, to show a sign of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;But can't be helped now can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush you bye, don't you cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-496826273221414099?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/496826273221414099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=496826273221414099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/496826273221414099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/496826273221414099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/08/holding-back.html' title='Holding back'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sog_ZBq-AXI/AAAAAAAABTo/oD3--pB1dvE/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-42749573283337884</id><published>2009-08-13T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:11:16.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SoOD7k8FMUI/AAAAAAAABTg/wI653gO0xrk/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SoOD7k8FMUI/AAAAAAAABTg/wI653gO0xrk/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369280240306958658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What with everything happening around me so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes i wish I were a rug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't we just take a break and sip some wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-42749573283337884?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/42749573283337884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=42749573283337884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/42749573283337884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/42749573283337884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/08/edge.html' title='Edge'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SoOD7k8FMUI/AAAAAAAABTg/wI653gO0xrk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3955380492486171674</id><published>2009-08-12T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:24:12.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My eyes trail where you left off.&lt;br /&gt;You sniff my collar and your nose twitches.&lt;br /&gt;There are no distractions while our thoughts meet.&lt;br /&gt;All facades fall off like autumn leaves.&lt;br /&gt;A slight smile touches the shape of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;We hold hands, not touching each other.&lt;br /&gt;That's cause we hold hands with our heart.&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/22943099-3955380492486171674?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3955380492486171674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3955380492486171674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3955380492486171674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3955380492486171674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3884918545337153050</id><published>2009-08-05T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:41:37.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and a caption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SnhdnSqp9BI/AAAAAAAABTI/CkfdeCVC8Z4/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SnhdnSqp9BI/AAAAAAAABTI/CkfdeCVC8Z4/s400/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366141885618975762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kiky the munchkin and I messing around during TDMC last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Razzak the mammoth's headphones are da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;The minute you put it on it's like everything outside is muted.&lt;br /&gt;Me like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SnhexAR2JNI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FXAlaOQu1T8/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SnhexAR2JNI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FXAlaOQu1T8/s400/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366143151993398482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atiqa aka Iqa and I yesterday during SBS.&lt;br /&gt;We were bored cause the class hadn't settled down after a change of class.&lt;br /&gt;The hat's Jeff's.&lt;br /&gt;Me like too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I get really weird and sudden mood swings nowadays. And I eat a heap too. I think it's the travelling and assignments that are wearing me out. In any case, is it me or does it seem as though our class is getting a wee bit smaller by every lesson? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption time!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done this in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment if you have a caption for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SnhiIb8sauI/AAAAAAAABTY/vFk5UCNxu4w/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SnhiIb8sauI/AAAAAAAABTY/vFk5UCNxu4w/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366146853092748002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mine :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Grr. Give me food else suffer my sudden outbursts!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I don't know if I can yell any louder."&lt;br /&gt;-Please Don't Leave Me, Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-3884918545337153050?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3884918545337153050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3884918545337153050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3884918545337153050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3884918545337153050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates-and-caption.html' title='Updates and a caption'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SnhdnSqp9BI/AAAAAAAABTI/CkfdeCVC8Z4/s72-c/DSC00359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7669075238362336096</id><published>2009-07-30T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:10:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling really horrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not even sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause it's Friday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause this weekend is gonna be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you weren't responsive at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I think about you just by a simple remark that sounds like what you've said to me once.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause walking down a certain path makes me remember.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm disappointed in how you're treating me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I've grown tired of doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I still have much more work to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't like people thinking that I assume I'm all that when I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't trust you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I miss you coming home.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I can't even bring myself to ask you why you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you speak to me at all the wrong times.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you gave me an unhappy vibe.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you didn't bother saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you never cared to ask how I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I feel as though I'm doing all the giving and you're just taking and taking and taking.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause you guys pushed it too far today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm not honest at times.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't know what to feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm psyching myself out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause today started out pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I feel really lost, confused and alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I don't like being in dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm making a big fuss out of nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause we haven't gotten the time to practise for our performance yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm worried for you, and I want to do something for you, but I just can't figure out what just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it's cause this is all bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;cause I just might give in&lt;br /&gt;and start falling for you again."&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/22943099-7669075238362336096?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7669075238362336096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7669075238362336096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7669075238362336096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7669075238362336096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-really-horrible.html' title='Feeling really horrible'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1890848094021315814</id><published>2009-07-28T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:16:51.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I look to the gate expecting you at the door, giving me a warm hug and telling me that you just went really really far away for a long vacation but would be back for good. You lived in our home, yet now you live in memories. I look back nowadays and it's worse now. I can't even picture your face anymore. And then I blink back the tears and smile at my present company in the hopes of seeming as though there was sand in my eyes. I never showed how much I hated it when you passed on, but maybe it's better left unknown. You're still my sister Lorraine, my answer is  still 2 siblings whenever people ask. It's just hard not knowing where you'd be right now if you were still around. In any case, I hope you know you're being missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you even more than I could have believed; and                   I was prepared to miss you a good deal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Vita Sackville-West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1890848094021315814?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1890848094021315814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1890848094021315814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1890848094021315814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1890848094021315814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3218921235644937063</id><published>2009-07-22T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:02:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: (fill in the blank) :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been a while, but we've kept our share of frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;These suppressed feelings must have to come out sometime, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is the true you, a Machiavelli-like person.&lt;br /&gt;"If it works, use it"  must be one of your slogans of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People feel sorry for us who've stuck by this side far too long.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time we stopped resisting, but listened, for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why do you torture me so? Do you not see me getting shot down?&lt;br /&gt;You know very well this beat won't go on forever. We will not last for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one who asks all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one who cries all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one who bugs all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one who starts all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one who wonders all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one who gets hurt all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one who hides myself all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to be the one anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sorry, I had things on my mind so I just blurted the above out. Poulenc is such a genius for composing that sonata I can't seem to get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time and time again I have to remember to remind myself I shouldn't be selfish. Humans are selfish by nature and I'm no exception. Why share when it's meant for only one? Why do people take things without asking beforehand? One of the things we're most selfish with, or rather most stingy to give, would be praises. What, would telling someone they're doing a good job kill you? No sir it won't. Saying 'thank you' can be called a praise to a certain extent as well. One should express their gratitude when something nice has been done for/unto themselves. As for me, I find it very hard nowadays to blurt out an outright 'thanks' to my mum and dad. I don't know exactly when it started, or why even, but it's just hard. So all I can do is hope that deep down they know I appreciate whatever it is they have done or given me, and that I'm going to repay them twice or thrice(if I can) of the amount of effort and money and time they have given for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise, but I can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a perfect person, there's many things I wished I didn't do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-3218921235644937063?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3218921235644937063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3218921235644937063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3218921235644937063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3218921235644937063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/fill-in-blank.html' title=': (fill in the blank) :'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-5092284564816796913</id><published>2009-07-20T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:32:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal battles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SmNI6ue4gkI/AAAAAAAABSg/xqGirBI2MOU/s1600-h/battle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SmNI6ue4gkI/AAAAAAAABSg/xqGirBI2MOU/s400/battle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360208155248198210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't expect any more from me&lt;br /&gt;than what you give me.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring watching you lie and twist&lt;br /&gt;things the way you need them to go.&lt;br /&gt;Your questions don't go with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Your actions, you answer for them&lt;br /&gt;yourself if you're so great.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, you fight your own battles&lt;br /&gt;as I'll do mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Spit it out. I need to hear those words from your own mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-5092284564816796913?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/5092284564816796913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=5092284564816796913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5092284564816796913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5092284564816796913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/personal-battles.html' title='Personal battles'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SmNI6ue4gkI/AAAAAAAABSg/xqGirBI2MOU/s72-c/battle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1032890898759933244</id><published>2009-07-17T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:39:22.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Is your mum there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi uncle ****! She's out having her dance lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay tell her that I'll be out of the ICU tomorrow. And tell her thank you for loving me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple and short message, and yet it brought tears to my eyes within seconds. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though I wish that I can make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing that I can do."&lt;br /&gt;-Rivermaya, Imbecillisque&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/22943099-1032890898759933244?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1032890898759933244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1032890898759933244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1032890898759933244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1032890898759933244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and sweet'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7392963390883597761</id><published>2009-07-16T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:51:16.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump aim fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sl89UC4jMkI/AAAAAAAABSY/LGe_3pWISXo/s1600-h/basketball+court,+Nigel,+Jian+Wei.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sl89UC4jMkI/AAAAAAAABSY/LGe_3pWISXo/s400/basketball+court,+Nigel,+Jian+Wei.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359069496174916162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken a while back on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the people in the picture knows it's a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;Cough is getting real bad, doctor said I need to stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;Not talk I shall.&lt;br /&gt;Paint your target, and shoot for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The barrel is loaded."&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/22943099-7392963390883597761?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7392963390883597761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7392963390883597761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7392963390883597761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7392963390883597761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/jump-aim-fire.html' title='Jump aim fire'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sl89UC4jMkI/AAAAAAAABSY/LGe_3pWISXo/s72-c/basketball+court,+Nigel,+Jian+Wei.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7643442608755349318</id><published>2009-07-15T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:16:03.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I ate expired Ricola candy today.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm coughing.&lt;br /&gt;So don't be surprised if you don't see me where you normally would.&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Me. No. Happy. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only star has passed and gone.&lt;br /&gt;Are you coming back again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried, and cried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-7643442608755349318?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7643442608755349318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7643442608755349318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7643442608755349318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7643442608755349318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-happy.html' title='No happy'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8966047522411347949</id><published>2009-07-14T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:40:26.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discomfort</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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SlyWmsUFcLI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Yb9cDwVz50M/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SlyWmsUFcLI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Yb9cDwVz50M/s400/forest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358323248138645682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why'd you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;All I have for company now are shadows and the rustling leaves.&lt;br /&gt;It's dark and cold here,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel as though home is really far away.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I might be psyching myself out.&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing for sure;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I act real shallow but I'm actually pretty deep."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8966047522411347949?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8966047522411347949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8966047522411347949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8966047522411347949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8966047522411347949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/discomfort.html' title='Discomfort'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SlyWmsUFcLI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Yb9cDwVz50M/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2480365305152018987</id><published>2009-07-14T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:59:49.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SltmPZ7n67I/AAAAAAAABSA/CNko2R_ZSyw/s1600-h/opening.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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SltmPZ7n67I/AAAAAAAABSA/CNko2R_ZSyw/s320/opening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357988596532374450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is where I'll leave you.&lt;br /&gt;The rest is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;The ball's on your side of the court.&lt;br /&gt;To rise or to fall, it's not fate's decision to make nor anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;But here's a tip; see the light at the end? Go straight toward it.&lt;br /&gt;You'll survive, we all do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you, on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Say my name say my name say my stupid name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-The Bird and The Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-2480365305152018987?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2480365305152018987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2480365305152018987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2480365305152018987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2480365305152018987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-call.html' title='Your call'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SltmPZ7n67I/AAAAAAAABSA/CNko2R_ZSyw/s72-c/opening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-9200010948018696930</id><published>2009-07-11T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:41:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 - check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SldswoN9I1I/AAAAAAAABRs/iyFYD8u7Ogs/s1600-h/Atiqa,+Riski,+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SldswoN9I1I/AAAAAAAABRs/iyFYD8u7Ogs/s400/Atiqa,+Riski,+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356869864465965906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atiqa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riski&lt;/span&gt;, me&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean, Indonesian, Malaysian&lt;br /&gt;Taken last Friday during lecture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SldrSUkU8GI/AAAAAAAABRk/pb1b-gVkrQg/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SldrSUkU8GI/AAAAAAAABRk/pb1b-gVkrQg/s400/DSC00308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356868244283388002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - walking after class from college to Queenstown MRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from top left : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ravi&lt;/span&gt;(Singaporean)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the radio dude always with the cap on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt;(Indonesian)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the holey boy/cupcake ninja with his half blond half black hairdo, me with my teeth bared and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atiqa &lt;/span&gt;the first college friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, people whose pictures I haven't taken with just yet :&lt;br /&gt;We are so gonna bring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; down. Catch him in a photo on his own camera or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt; I want my Ozozo picture! And my free drink from Starbucks! Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; curses like nobody's business, she's nice though. Her boyfriend looks like Hady Mirza. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt; you need more sleep! Oh and explain APA soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph/Simon&lt;/span&gt; wears a tank top almost everyday to school AHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anyone else for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Friday cause I have to brave the worst of the worst human jams. D:&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I just can't pull myself away."&lt;br /&gt;-NeYo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-9200010948018696930?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/9200010948018696930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=9200010948018696930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9200010948018696930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9200010948018696930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-2-check.html' title='Week 2 - check'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SldswoN9I1I/AAAAAAAABRs/iyFYD8u7Ogs/s72-c/Atiqa,+Riski,+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2772287086226174287</id><published>2009-07-10T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:03:18.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kNOw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SlYh98lxwfI/AAAAAAAABRc/9DqA-qIFyRk/s1600-h/Coming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SlYh98lxwfI/AAAAAAAABRc/9DqA-qIFyRk/s400/Coming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356506154924098034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not knowing what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who to expect.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what's to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing by what you already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just better if we all don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Must you really have everything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-2772287086226174287?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2772287086226174287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2772287086226174287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2772287086226174287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2772287086226174287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/know.html' title='kNOw'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SlYh98lxwfI/AAAAAAAABRc/9DqA-qIFyRk/s72-c/Coming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2063818871446567469</id><published>2009-07-03T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:44:26.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Friends I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sk4YaBiMUrI/AAAAAAAABRU/CXOWnFlKqTE/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sk4YaBiMUrI/AAAAAAAABRU/CXOWnFlKqTE/s200/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354243842357613234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is Atiqa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She's the first girl who spoke to me in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She's a Singaporean malay and is attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She's very nice and 'fresh' from ITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She's awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon!&lt;br /&gt;Week One down, many more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You don't see what I'm trying to show you do you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-2063818871446567469?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2063818871446567469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2063818871446567469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2063818871446567469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2063818871446567469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-friends-i.html' title='College Friends I'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sk4YaBiMUrI/AAAAAAAABRU/CXOWnFlKqTE/s72-c/DSC00307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4316064748547277749</id><published>2009-06-30T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:02:31.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 2 of college has passed and I'm doing good. My two classes I've had so far consisted of more than 100 people. Social Behaviour Studies(SBS) was alright, we have already been given a group assignment even on the first day. Techniques of Professional Speaking and Writing(TPSW) was today and boy is this lecturer unpredictable. We were talking about our Oral Presentation upon handing up a Written Report when he suddenly asked how he could determine how good our written English was. We ended up writing a simple essay about 250-300 words long titled 'Why did I choose Mass Comm', and told we could leave after handing up our essay. Presentation tomorrow! I feel like I'm going bald already. Ahhhhh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I have 3 people to hang out with now. 3 and counting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"People at the back did you hear me I said listen!"&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/22943099-4316064748547277749?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4316064748547277749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4316064748547277749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4316064748547277749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4316064748547277749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/06/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-236877201071149053</id><published>2009-06-28T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:26:06.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana tool set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SkeKUGWemJI/AAAAAAAABRE/YaEkcrGYHU8/s1600-h/New+Chapter.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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SkeKUGWemJI/AAAAAAAABRE/YaEkcrGYHU8/s320/New+Chapter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352398760060033170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of college tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From here on starts a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;p/s : In case you didn't know; Hana means 1 in Korean, Tool is 2 and Set is 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just keep on behaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as if nothing is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's the way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-236877201071149053?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/236877201071149053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=236877201071149053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/236877201071149053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/236877201071149053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/06/hana-tool-set.html' title='Hana tool set'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SkeKUGWemJI/AAAAAAAABRE/YaEkcrGYHU8/s72-c/New+Chapter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-14411420235286704</id><published>2009-06-22T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:18:05.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sj-gW4nitNI/AAAAAAAABQ0/F-ovSBBX54g/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sj-gW4nitNI/AAAAAAAABQ0/F-ovSBBX54g/s400/Smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350171197355242706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It hits once again, that smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one thing that has the ability to light up an entire room&lt;br /&gt;with the mere flexing of some muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's not about your hair falling over your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;nor your eyes hiding behind your fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just pulling back your lips and the flashing of your teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's enough to make others feel tons better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody shake me cause I must be sleeping."&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/22943099-14411420235286704?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/14411420235286704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=14411420235286704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/14411420235286704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/14411420235286704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/06/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Sj-gW4nitNI/AAAAAAAABQ0/F-ovSBBX54g/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-10203011294078995</id><published>2009-06-09T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:17:02.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White, black and other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'What have you become?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a question I ask myself fairly often these days. Just watching the people around me now, it doesn't take much to realize how different they are right now compared to when I first met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Jackson for instance. I met him in church a few years back if I remember correctly. Got to know him better when we were in the outreach team for a camp. At first he was this quiet guy who didn't have anything to say in particular. Even asking him a question might not have earned you an answer. Then later on, bit by bit, we got to know Jackson as quite a joker. Now, he is one of the few people I know who can make people crack up just by his facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can get frustrating, trying to figure out why certain people behave a certain way when their actions/words/thoughts make no sense whatsoever from your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if we have trouble with who we are ourselves what right have we to question the actions/words/thoughts of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a zebra black with white stripes or white with black stripes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then is a tiger known to be orange-brown with black stripes and a white tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the plural of 'mouse' is 'mice', why isn't the plural of 'house' 'hice'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I do anything but watch you hurt your own self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jackson's answer to my question regarding zebras was and I quote, "They might not be black and white after all, who knows? They could be transparent!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh and this is but the tip of the iceberg."&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/22943099-10203011294078995?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/10203011294078995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=10203011294078995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/10203011294078995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/10203011294078995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/06/white-black-and-other.html' title='White, black and other'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4199090378947188152</id><published>2009-06-03T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:29:25.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've recently been down with a fever, irritating cough and an endless come-and-go-as-it-pleases flu. Am much better now cause I refuse to sleep too much in case I get lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove todayyyy. Ahahhahahha. It was interesting. And I haven't even gotten my L license yet. Did turns, balanced the oil and clutch, changed gears, reverse parking. My instructor says I should address him as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Uncle &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fong&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hah! He's not bad, said I learned my reverse parking procedures faster than anyone he's ever taught. Cute, in a elderly sort of way kind of cute. I'm so proud. My engine died 3 times though; twice while I was doing my parking cause I didn't step on the clutch fully, the other was when I let my clutch go too fast while trying to balance the oil and clutch. My left leg went numb towards the end, but it was all good. We had a few laughs in the car. Oh and btw, even though it says '3 Jam Amali' meaning a lesson for 3 hours, after he went to the toilet and supervised his other 2 students taking the JPJ test today plus how much earlier we came back from my lesson, I think the lesson only took about 2 and a half hours at most. More lessons please! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : My student pass has been approved! Will be going down to Singapore to make my payment and get my medical check-up done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With or without you, it's different yet the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-4199090378947188152?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4199090378947188152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4199090378947188152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4199090378947188152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4199090378947188152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/06/heh.html' title='Heh'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-9214468850686512285</id><published>2009-05-29T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:21:57.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got time to kill?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watch this cutie brawl his brains out by singing Hey Jude by music legend The Beatles. Oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;, he's Korean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgrrQwLdME8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My favourite part : 1.17 till 1.24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Better better better better better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(yes I'm aware he missed one 'better')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Everybody don't move! I've dropped me brain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit : 11.57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We share more prominent things than anybody else we know.And yet, it seems to me as though we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deteriorating&lt;/span&gt; into something less than strangers. I don't know what to feel anymore, and still I wonder about your feelings too. Don't think I'll be here all the time, because everyone leaves for their own path some time and I'm fairly certain I am about to embark on my journey soon enough. I hope you're well, take care and it's alright if I have to get a gist of what you're going through through someone else. Things happen; deal with it. There is no pain now, only silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I pray for you every night before I turn in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-9214468850686512285?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/9214468850686512285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=9214468850686512285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9214468850686512285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/9214468850686512285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Got time to kill?'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6910870860178658562</id><published>2009-05-26T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:49:34.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprived Pt I - Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like poo today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is growling, and it rained today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm really hungry plus I don't really like it when it rains and I'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause my dad, I told him last night just before I turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, he forgot to buy me my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he just rang the house line saying he needed me to open the auto-gate cause he forgot his remote. I thought he finally came home with my lunch or in this case a really late lunch, but he came home with his *'fish friends' instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[* = friends of my dad who rear japanese koi at home]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : On a lighter note, visit &lt;a href="http://cecilialovessummer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ceci&lt;/a&gt;'s blog to see what nonsense I came up with while talking to her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohana means family.&lt;br /&gt;Family means nobody gets left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Or forgotten."&lt;br /&gt;-Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&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/22943099-6910870860178658562?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6910870860178658562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6910870860178658562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6910870860178658562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6910870860178658562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/deprived-pt-i-food.html' title='Deprived Pt I - Food'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7339693822599967720</id><published>2009-05-25T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:43:51.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24.05.09 - day + night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went out to hang with my bud(short for buddy), Agnes. It's been a long while since we both been out together to just to chill. Walked, talked, laughed, shopped and all else at City Square. It was good catching with you bud! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met a couple of ex-schoolmates from Convent with their current college mates at Vivo. Said hi and had a short chat, then left to continue our walking cause we were going to have dinner together with them and Si Wei later on at night in celebration of Si Wei turning 18. Si Wei came over and fetched us to the Korean restaurant where I had my first Korean meal. We had kimchi(vege with some spicy paste), loads of other tiny dishes, meat and lettuce, ricecakes, and some form of steamboat as well. Oh and we drank soju(traditional Korean wine)! Si Wei got really red after a cup or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All in all, I got to catch up with Agnes, Si Wei, Esther and Tracy yesterday. I even got to listen to some Korean music from Tracy's laptop(lol). Sorry your present wasn't as awesome as the ones from the others Si Wei, I didn't have time to prepare. Thanks for dinner and the ride, and the girls for a good meal together. Kamsahamida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Shpns2wtOcI/AAAAAAAABQk/Qb4Cqb3W860/s1600-h/Korean+dinner+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Shpns2wtOcI/AAAAAAAABQk/Qb4Cqb3W860/s400/Korean+dinner+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339694328512854466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Food(whole table view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Shpnss032PI/AAAAAAAABQc/L4TKlNaSQbM/s1600-h/Korean+dinner+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Shpnss032PI/AAAAAAAABQc/L4TKlNaSQbM/s400/Korean+dinner+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339694325845973234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Food(steamboat and other dishes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShpnsSk6HKI/AAAAAAAABQU/9smR0hJIr28/s1600-h/Tracy,+Si+Wei,+Agnes.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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShpnsSk6HKI/AAAAAAAABQU/9smR0hJIr28/s400/Tracy,+Si+Wei,+Agnes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339694318799690914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tracy, Si Wei, Agnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShpnsL9zpXI/AAAAAAAABQM/OyY5cMQ2SQA/s1600-h/Esther,+me.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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShpnsL9zpXI/AAAAAAAABQM/OyY5cMQ2SQA/s400/Esther,+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339694317025076594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esther, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a on="" blur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShpoFnEGcLI/AAAAAAAABQs/04CWZ49LeCY/s1600-h/Agnes,+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShpoFnEGcLI/AAAAAAAABQs/04CWZ49LeCY/s400/Agnes,+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339694753795961010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bud and me at the parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while waiting for Si Wei and Esther to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More pictures and a different POV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://nez-fairytale.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Send a little smile my way."&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/22943099-7339693822599967720?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7339693822599967720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7339693822599967720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7339693822599967720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7339693822599967720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/230509-day-night.html' title='24.05.09 - day + night'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/Shpns2wtOcI/AAAAAAAABQk/Qb4Cqb3W860/s72-c/Korean+dinner+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6287334346676461277</id><published>2009-05-18T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:56:07.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShFaJmgRLUI/AAAAAAAABP8/NzVLCzzSteU/s1600-h/Burning+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShFaJmgRLUI/AAAAAAAABP8/NzVLCzzSteU/s400/Burning+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337146154411961666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She set a tree on fire today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watching it burn, it surprised her how much relief it brought to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although the smoke was everywhere and the smell unbearable, the sting in both her eyes and nose were ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eyeing the black cloud of smoke as it rose into the air, finally she felt like she could breathe again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even the roots were not spared, the seed was thus destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to herself, she thought to herself;&lt;br /&gt;She set a tree on fire today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-6287334346676461277?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6287334346676461277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6287334346676461277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6287334346676461277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6287334346676461277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/burning-tree.html' title='Burning tree'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ShFaJmgRLUI/AAAAAAAABP8/NzVLCzzSteU/s72-c/Burning+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8762716680258082237</id><published>2009-05-12T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:47:48.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amuse me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do not tell yourself there isn't a way out,&lt;br /&gt;but do not attempt to dissimulate either.&lt;br /&gt;Try putting an end to this, be strong, for&lt;br /&gt;the worst is yet to come, everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's very amusing to me how you start conversations and how I don't know how to continue from there. Then again, why would I confess this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget it all completely, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : How many times in your life have you thought - "Not exactly what I expected/wanted, but it'll do." ?&lt;br /&gt;Comments, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You send a little smile my way."&lt;br /&gt;"You won't get better till you're worse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8762716680258082237?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8762716680258082237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8762716680258082237&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8762716680258082237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8762716680258082237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/amuse-me.html' title='Amuse me'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8430505427681238944</id><published>2009-05-07T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:28:45.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;In or out doesn't really matter. I can't seem to close an eye but now there's just no point. Amidst the dark, wondering where to go. I've been doing circles. But if you know, you'd show. Collapse and pray that someone might take the time to notice your absence, else prepare instruments to stitch yourself right up. Coruscate if you will, just don't hog the limelight and keep it from the rest of us. Between burnt wet wood and wet burnt wood, they're similar yet not the same. As for me I have chosen to follow the ephemeral. Uncover your aegis all of you, I dare you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It has been finalised. I will be starting my course at Management Development Institution of Singapore(MDIS) on the 29th of June. As of today I am left with 53 days before I go back to facing paper and studies. I'll be doing Mass Communications there for about 33 months, and then I'll come out with a degree. A mere 2 years and 9 months! I won't deny the waves of fear and nerves hitting me now and then, it's torturous to a certain extent. Not knowing what to expect, not knowing what I'm getting into, not knowing how I'll do. But then again, that's just about how everyone else feels at some point of their lives. I was told that I need to be outspoken. And towards the end, I'll have to make a 3-weeks long trip to Oklahoma City University where I'll finish the last of my degree course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's crazy, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I decided to post that just so I don't have to go around telling everyone. People who read this shall know and the others who don't would have to ask me to find out. Oh and I'll be travelling in and out of Singapore on the days when I have my classes, anyone up for being my travel partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Hooked onto Tegan and Sara! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night I was writing about you."&lt;br /&gt;-Tegan and Sara&lt;br /&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/22943099-8430505427681238944?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8430505427681238944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8430505427681238944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8430505427681238944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8430505427681238944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-im-to-go.html' title='Where I&apos;m to go'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2512240879361119579</id><published>2009-05-06T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:10:56.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Us'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SgFuYWtbPNI/AAAAAAAABPk/0A6HgBHQBSc/s1600-h/Jump+-+building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SgFuYWtbPNI/AAAAAAAABPk/0A6HgBHQBSc/s400/Jump+-+building.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332664798475402450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me how the story ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story that started out with the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;The story about the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;The story that ended with only us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't things work out?&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean it's over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you perfect, I'm just asking for you to try and understand.&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard enough to get where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So paint me a pile of pictures, if it were to say a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;Because right now, I don't think a million would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a free fall now.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to hold onto, nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Them vultures, they await my despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why'd you have to wait, to find me?"&lt;br /&gt;-The Fray&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/22943099-2512240879361119579?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2512240879361119579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2512240879361119579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2512240879361119579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2512240879361119579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/us.html' title='&apos;Us&apos;'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SgFuYWtbPNI/AAAAAAAABPk/0A6HgBHQBSc/s72-c/Jump+-+building.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-846323944031935103</id><published>2009-05-05T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:36:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce cher ami</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We once stood together, a well bonded circle. But it is no more complete, it's just a broken string now. It's as if we're all wearing blindfolds, walking around but never touching. I don't get it, why can't you all see? I just feel like taking you by your shoulders and shaking you awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was never a circle to begin with. Perhaps it was just my wishful thinking, my silly imagination running wild on its own. Don't try to tell me how to feel, even if I don't seem to be alright. I can't keep up with everything, I am but a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wall of shame I have just keeps building up but I'm not afraid of others seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be afraid, no, I shouldn't harbor any fear at all. No, I'll rise and blind everyone else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe the others will squint and falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I should stop living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to reality. Bed now, g'd night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sometimes it's a good hurt."&lt;br /&gt;-Incubus&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/22943099-846323944031935103?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/846323944031935103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=846323944031935103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/846323944031935103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/846323944031935103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/05/ce-cher-ami.html' title='Ce cher ami'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-5289956589625170086</id><published>2009-04-30T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:57:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy ceLLS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SQfdbZKZ7MI/AAAAAAAABI0/wlqfzyeHkHI/s1600-h/babes.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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SQfdbZKZ7MI/AAAAAAAABI0/wlqfzyeHkHI/s400/babes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262418152286448834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;picture taken on 18th of October, 2008 at Wit Lyn's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from left : Harv, Ceci, Sara, Merce and Joyce]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is the day Joyce turned 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Known as my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; bestest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(5 times kay) friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joyce has been one heck of a person to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was pretty awesome cause you asked me out to spend the day with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted as though I forgot it was your birthday the whole day. lol. I apologise if you're mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really(times infinity) honoured, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy 18th Birthday &lt;u&gt;Joyce&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met up at about 10.27am in MPH where they display the globes, where we were both smiling like maniacs cause it's been a long time. Had a drink at Starbucks that came with a nice loooong talk and walked around. Ate our very late lunch at Secret Recipe where Ceci joined us just before we asked for the bill. Then we walked, took pictures and laughed around before leaving Joyce with her mum in the jewelry shop downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for hanging today, having that talk, buying stuff with me, the laughs, pictures and all else. It was really nice to see you and we'll hang again soon! Hugs. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p/s : Don't forget to tell me what's happening with you and all. I'm really horrible at keeping in touch with people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Tell me your secrets, &lt;s&gt;nurse&lt;/s&gt;ask me your questions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Coldplay&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/22943099-5289956589625170086?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/5289956589625170086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=5289956589625170086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5289956589625170086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5289956589625170086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/joy-cells.html' title='joy ceLLS.'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SQfdbZKZ7MI/AAAAAAAABI0/wlqfzyeHkHI/s72-c/babes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7391871591096083621</id><published>2009-04-20T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:05:17.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short mathematical reasoning lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Premise 1 : It's always a joy talking with old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Premise 2 : It's always a joy joking with old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Conclusion : Talking and joking with old friends are always a joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take this evening for example, Adeline and me were im-ing each other on Msn. The issue at hand is Sylar(the villian from Heroes)'s THICK eyebrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a d l n&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aiya if natural oso can go shave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a d l n&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara sOng : Chasing all of the rain away.&lt;/span&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he likes robin thicke la. wanna have THICKEyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I crack myself up sometimes.&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/22943099-7391871591096083621?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7391871591096083621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7391871591096083621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7391871591096083621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7391871591096083621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-mathematical-reasoning-lesson.html' title='A short mathematical reasoning lesson'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3861659439328108440</id><published>2009-04-19T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:10:12.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hothothothothot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SesvQy0P8ZI/AAAAAAAABPU/vg08LobIBQc/s1600-h/mutant+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SesvQy0P8ZI/AAAAAAAABPU/vg08LobIBQc/s400/mutant+sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402949861077394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Had my bath, went downstairs for dinner and watched 2 movies on Astro before returning to the computer and reading this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cupofbittercoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alven&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WONDER NEVER RAIN SO WARM LA !!  ALL YOUR FAULT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to admit, I didn't quite get why my cousin was so upset until I noticed what my MSN nickname said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sara sOng : Chasing all of the rain away.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, sorry Ven. I guess song lyrics have found a way to turn into reality.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the sun has been quite a psycho these days huh? Blazing without rest and all. Where has all the evaporated water gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll go all out, guns ablazing."&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/22943099-3861659439328108440?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3861659439328108440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3861659439328108440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3861659439328108440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3861659439328108440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/hothothothothot.html' title='Hothothothothot'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SesvQy0P8ZI/AAAAAAAABPU/vg08LobIBQc/s72-c/mutant+sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-752592875179388190</id><published>2009-04-17T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:08:21.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the has-beens and what's to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SeiaENsaZuI/AAAAAAAABPM/_da6uoqGOf8/s1600-h/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SeiaENsaZuI/AAAAAAAABPM/_da6uoqGOf8/s400/journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325675956551706338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been told ever since I could understand words that every step I take will form what's to be one day. Every decision, every action, every word have I uttered and every emotion that has ever probed my heartstrings, they have all been compiled into my life; my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All the possibilities in the world are merely waiting to unfurl. Sure the road ahead seems a little too dark for me now, but I'm sure we're all going to survive just fine. And even though it's inevitable that I'm going to change, no matter for better or worse, I'm quite sure I am going to miss this me today(ring a bell, Clara?). After all, we're all here for some reason, though we might not be aware of whatever it is just yet. Let's just wait and see what happens shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I brave fire and I brave rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Evan and Jaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-752592875179388190?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/752592875179388190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=752592875179388190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/752592875179388190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/752592875179388190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-told-ever-since-i-could.html' title='Of the has-beens and what&apos;s to come'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SeiaENsaZuI/AAAAAAAABPM/_da6uoqGOf8/s72-c/journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6284024239630107224</id><published>2009-04-16T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:42:14.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SedPmw4K2-I/AAAAAAAABO8/4B5cLUWaHOM/s1600-h/raincoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SedPmw4K2-I/AAAAAAAABO8/4B5cLUWaHOM/s400/raincoat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325312611763018722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I broke the fall of the rain as they landed on the raincoat. In return, they splashed away in drops, tinier than they already were. How silly it must have looked in the eyes of others, a girl in a raincoat freezing as the rain continued. I shuddered involuntarily, taking in a sharp breath at the same moment. It seems everything is being washed, but everyone else passing me by don't seem to notice. It's like a secret. One of which only the rain and I share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Quit crying your eyes out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-+44&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/22943099-6284024239630107224?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6284024239630107224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6284024239630107224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6284024239630107224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6284024239630107224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SedPmw4K2-I/AAAAAAAABO8/4B5cLUWaHOM/s72-c/raincoat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-5787569644487662865</id><published>2009-04-16T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:18:02.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DnA overloaD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's all a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You used to be the discipline of the house, the one who hated noise. I always thought you disliked me among us all, probably cause you never once failed to shout my name out of us. I found out what you had done, and when I questioned the other party, the truth was kept from me still. At that time it was no wonder to me why you were always so distant and proud, so near yet unreachable. I tried to show you how much I liked you despite all the negativity you gave me. I remember once during what I regarded a special day you lashed out at me just cause I was doing two things at the same time. I even thought you despised me at one point. I was never good enough, careful enough, quiet enough, inactive enough, nice-looking enough. Heck, I've tried. I've given, maybe not my all, but a fair bit to keep this up. Sure you're cool at times, but when it hurts, Christ it really does hurt. I really don't think I can do this anymore. In any case, I'm sorry I'm not good enough and I haven't tried hard enough in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we humans tend to do things for others, wanting to keep their best interests at heart, that sometimes we do too much and end up pushing that person too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it.&lt;br /&gt;Papa, Mummy, everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I really absolutely do.&lt;br /&gt;That you're all trying to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, you really have gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you don't know me, but I love you."&lt;br /&gt;-Big Fish&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/22943099-5787569644487662865?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/5787569644487662865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=5787569644487662865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5787569644487662865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5787569644487662865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/dna-overload.html' title='DnA overloaD'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1906377863130647087</id><published>2009-04-12T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:12:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreakable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SeISD8oHatI/AAAAAAAABOs/qdeo2WbcK2M/s1600-h/cracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SeISD8oHatI/AAAAAAAABOs/qdeo2WbcK2M/s400/cracks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323837568528640722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The cracks are showing&lt;br /&gt;I can barely hide them&lt;br /&gt;The harder I try to keep&lt;br /&gt;The more composure I lose&lt;br /&gt;But I will not let it control me&lt;br /&gt;I am,&lt;br /&gt;for as long as I can be,&lt;br /&gt;unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Nobody said it was easy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-The Scientist, Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1906377863130647087?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1906377863130647087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1906377863130647087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1906377863130647087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1906377863130647087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/unbreakable.html' title='Unbreakable'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SeISD8oHatI/AAAAAAAABOs/qdeo2WbcK2M/s72-c/cracks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7317394648706356619</id><published>2009-04-10T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:09:06.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head is being pierced by thousands of spears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay I'm just kidding. But seriously, having a headache isn't something I'd hire bears to dance around my garden for(not that I have the finance to do that but whatever). No mood or brains to write something, so there. Woah it's saturday already?&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/22943099-7317394648706356619?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7317394648706356619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7317394648706356619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7317394648706356619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7317394648706356619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-head-is-being-pierced-by-thousands.html' title='My head is being pierced by thousands of spears'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-621154921496233964</id><published>2009-04-09T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:42:32.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A : Vicious-looking sheep bit at me and my clothes as my friends and I passed them by on a dark deserted road. One by one, I lost the whole group till I was one and on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : I lie flat, unable to move, as a mattress in a store. They just keep coming, an endless line of people sitting on me, testing the comfort I offer. And all I can do is to be an immobile statue and get sat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C : Hands reach into my covers and grab my legs as I slept on my bed. I lift my head and get ready to scream, but what I see is so horrible I can't find my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D : Voices ring all around me. They come from all directions, urgent whispers and rushed words altogether, all fighting to be heard first. But as I look around, there's nothing but the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E : Looking in a mirror and seeing something that shouldn't be there, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F : In the midst of brushing my teeth, a scary mask with an eerie laugh pops out from the door frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G : Walking across a busy road, I walk hand-in-hand with someone dear. All of a sudden, angry horns are blasting and the hand I'm holding onto is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : Sleeping right after an intense Chendol eating session, a huge green goo with chendol sticking out chases after me, screaming 'why did you eat meeeee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I : Getting woken up in the middle of the night by the explosion of a gunshot outside the room, getting up and opening the door to both my parents lying face down on the floor, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J : The time on my cell shows it's 11pm. Eleven at night. And yet it's as though no one's at home. I mean, sure, I'm home now and so is my maid and our 3 dogs. The koi fishes have gone for a short stay at dad's friend's place. Other than that, silence deafens my hearing. Everything's in place, but there's nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;which of the above scares you?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;which of the above seems hilarious?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and which seems most likely to happen?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Comments please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Tripping eyes and flooded lungs,&lt;br /&gt;Northern downpour sends its love."&lt;br /&gt;-Northern Downpour, Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-621154921496233964?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/621154921496233964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=621154921496233964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/621154921496233964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/621154921496233964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7136876921132128507</id><published>2009-04-08T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:38:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As the song is cut off silence drowns its absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bass line echoes, pounding through the empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That face flashes by in my mind once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's haunting yet I've gotten used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be affected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refuse the need to reach out only to fall head first over disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers are blooming in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it's slowly being eaten up by the parasites that live off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water does not drown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire does not burn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth does not bury me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal does not hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am not invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am but a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run outside and stare at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&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/22943099-7136876921132128507?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7136876921132128507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7136876921132128507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7136876921132128507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7136876921132128507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/nots.html' title='Nots'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6067150531841090436</id><published>2009-04-07T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:06:54.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 messages and a thought</title><content type='html'>Simple messages, they tend to say a lot. Or at least, to me they do.&lt;br /&gt;I asked 3 very different individuals for something for my post, and here's what they wrote for me to copy and paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ceci :&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU SARAAAAAAAAAAA !&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Cecilia. ;]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Suphatta :&lt;br /&gt;"not a single salty tear.&lt;br /&gt;not a feeling in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;baby i'm feeling no stress.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too fly to be depressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Farhan :&lt;br /&gt;"There's a girl,&lt;br /&gt;I met not that recently,&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart intently.&lt;br /&gt;Its' beating alongside hers',&lt;br /&gt;I have the tears,&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy I meant.&lt;br /&gt;She's making my heart dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallucinations,&lt;br /&gt;Filling by visions,&lt;br /&gt;By missions,&lt;br /&gt;By illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see images,&lt;br /&gt;Photos,&lt;br /&gt;Shapes,&lt;br /&gt;Caricatures.&lt;br /&gt;All and only hers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insane,&lt;br /&gt;Criminally insane at that.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hug you so tight,&lt;br /&gt;Never letting go,&lt;br /&gt;Because as of now, you are my glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Would be the perfect fairytale love story.&lt;br /&gt;I've read it all in books,&lt;br /&gt;Now its' time to put fiction to reality.&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you indefinitely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can just imagine,&lt;br /&gt;How sweet you'll look.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll just be staring at you,&lt;br /&gt;That's' all I'll be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm mesmerized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that Cecilia wrote hers for me, Suphatta wrote hers for herself and Farhan wrote his for someone else. It's interesting, that they wrote something for different people for a common receiver; me. In any case thank you Ceci, Phatta, and Couchie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,&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/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SdtwIaZURfI/AAAAAAAABOc/9HOXSuqlbjw/s1600-h/hold+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SdtwIaZURfI/AAAAAAAABOc/9HOXSuqlbjw/s400/hold+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321970674495145458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dying for something or someone to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-6067150531841090436?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6067150531841090436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6067150531841090436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6067150531841090436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6067150531841090436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/messages-from-3.html' title='3 messages and a thought'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SdtwIaZURfI/AAAAAAAABOc/9HOXSuqlbjw/s72-c/hold+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-613775344042963258</id><published>2009-04-06T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:04:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be a 'Fred' and have my own 'Judy'.&lt;br /&gt;But in my case, it'll have to be the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a stalker! Urgh." - funny dude, Fred is. A sad one too.&lt;br /&gt;Then I chicken out when the phobia kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself awakening to reality once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I know I'm wasting time yet know not what to do?&lt;br /&gt;What if I can't think of what I should do next?&lt;br /&gt;What if I am afraid of being uncertain?&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't took my next step?&lt;br /&gt;What if I got it at my first try?&lt;br /&gt;What if I had done better?&lt;br /&gt;What if I tried harder?&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't lie?&lt;br /&gt;What if I cry?&lt;br /&gt;What if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;Not when there is so much I know I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop believing that I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop trying with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Cino is ill. I don't know what I can do to help. It's frustrating watching her like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why live life from dream to dream,&lt;br /&gt;and dread the day when dreaming ends?"&lt;br /&gt;-Satine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-613775344042963258?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/613775344042963258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=613775344042963258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/613775344042963258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/613775344042963258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-4614637852739384581</id><published>2009-04-05T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:43:32.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SdjN9nylWsI/AAAAAAAABOM/LNmEYJUaGSo/s1600-h/faking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SdjN9nylWsI/AAAAAAAABOM/LNmEYJUaGSo/s400/faking.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321229418275101378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is visible to one,&lt;br /&gt;is merely a front being put up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's no telling what's real and what's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because nothing is what it seems,&lt;br /&gt;when there's more than meets the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O, how hard rejection hits you when you bear expectations. It's challenging putting up a brave front for all the world to see. This is the time when no one is able to read how you really feel, because of this act you put on, this non-verbal lie you're telling others. You smile, barely, but still managing, while the people move away, thinking you're doing fine if not awesome. And this facade, it lives on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't care, I have no luck,&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you all that much."&lt;br /&gt;-Torn, Natalie Imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-4614637852739384581?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/4614637852739384581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=4614637852739384581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4614637852739384581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/4614637852739384581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/04/facade.html' title='Facade'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SdjN9nylWsI/AAAAAAAABOM/LNmEYJUaGSo/s72-c/faking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3487975545046320698</id><published>2009-03-31T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:59:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Watched a Japanese movie called '10 Promises to My Dog' yesterday morning and I must say, that film got me sobbing my eyes out and into the couch pillows. Every time I look at Cino now, I get sentimental and think about when she won't be around anymore. Bleh. Also, I finished season 4 of One Tree Hill and am now watching Van Hellsing the movie. Youtube stole my day away today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to have a full-time robot best friend. That way I'll have my favourite company wherever I go. We'll have loads of fun saying things like "c'mon!", "awesome!" and just being the silly individuals we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember when I mentioned I was going to buy myself a towel, wrap myself in it and roll around on the floor after SPM? Well, that didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nicolette, Fred's kinda freaky and funny at the same time. The songs he sings are hilarious though. Neighbourhood squirrels, pfft. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"If you're lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Time After Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-3487975545046320698?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3487975545046320698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3487975545046320698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3487975545046320698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3487975545046320698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/03/video-day.html' title='Video day'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-5486816205332394102</id><published>2009-03-26T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:12:46.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose about to fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Had a horrible fever along with dizziness on Monday and I'm still burning slightly. Been having a fever never fails to make me feel like I'm floating when I walk around the house. Didn't really help that I took too much of Clarinase pills cause all that dehydration made my saliva taste salty. Very uncool, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Got called to work for a few days by Steve the teddy in the midst of one of my many naps of Tuesday. Started work on Wednesday. Body's sore and I've been having dizzy spells every now and then if I bend down and get up too suddenly. Steve asked if I was pregnant, grrr! Anyways, I reckon I can be a professional dishdryer now. Dried and packed at least 5000 plates altogether on the first day. Today we moved the things to the venue where we'll have the charity event. It's at City Square btw! Oh and I met an old friend who was at work too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who can't take no for an answer, they scare me a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jacelyn, you need to lay off Bubble Tea drinks. And it's been fun laughing with you, though you laugh at absolutely everything. Your family might just be more 'cartoon' than mine. Hope your bruises subside soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I go off to bed for sleep, and then I wake up for work. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dang it I think they're gonna make me sing on stage at CS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't they know it's the end of the world."&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/22943099-5486816205332394102?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/5486816205332394102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=5486816205332394102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5486816205332394102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5486816205332394102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/03/nose-about-to-fall.html' title='Nose about to fall'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3113651983641737387</id><published>2009-03-22T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:05:40.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New found hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/677301/sounds%3B_non-words" title="Wordle: sounds; non-words"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/677301/sounds%3B_non-words" alt="Wordle: sounds; non-words" style="border: 4px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); padding: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Credits to Wordle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just stumbled across an interesting website and I must say I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't even pronounce properly? Boo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-3113651983641737387?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3113651983641737387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3113651983641737387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3113651983641737387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3113651983641737387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-found-hobby.html' title='New found hobby'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7544425462309441353</id><published>2009-03-20T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:53:14.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ScO7s4ird7I/AAAAAAAABOE/GaZAYvlWkFo/s1600-h/Shh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ScO7s4ird7I/AAAAAAAABOE/GaZAYvlWkFo/s400/Shh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315298364993796018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't smell, don't sense, don't talk, don't feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be quiet for a second, just be still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This wound is far too wide to be sealed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the looks of this it'll take long to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me any questions.&lt;br /&gt;My answer's 'I don't know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know what it's like."&lt;br /&gt;-Bee Gees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-7544425462309441353?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7544425462309441353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7544425462309441353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7544425462309441353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7544425462309441353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/03/shush.html' title='Shush'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/ScO7s4ird7I/AAAAAAAABOE/GaZAYvlWkFo/s72-c/Shh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-3450864000683792278</id><published>2009-03-07T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:37:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark (K)night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clad in black, my hero's voice echoed in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whatever he did or said, he never noticed my swoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days till opening night&lt;br /&gt;5 days till I lose my sleep over nerves&lt;br /&gt;4 days till the return of Jack the bestie&lt;br /&gt;3 days till I lose my sleep over excitement&lt;br /&gt;2 days till my only rest day before returning to the esplanade&lt;br /&gt;1 day till I lose my sleep over intensive rehearsals and ultimately performances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice way of putting things, isn't it? Well, time is running now just as the Road Runner runs from Coyote every single time without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfits have been tried on, staging positions rehearsed, the hero has been swooned at by me without fail; can't see how anything else can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Begone worry and all, leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't even know I'm alive."&lt;br /&gt;-The Invisible Man, 98 Degrees&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/22943099-3450864000683792278?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/3450864000683792278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=3450864000683792278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3450864000683792278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/3450864000683792278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-knight.html' title='Dark (K)night'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8705580296913495881</id><published>2009-03-02T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:32:49.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short 'un</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His voice&lt;br /&gt;It rings in her ear&lt;br /&gt;As would a nightingale&lt;br /&gt;Singing by a window here&lt;br /&gt;He does not smile&lt;br /&gt;Nor does he ever speak&lt;br /&gt;A constant companion of solitude&lt;br /&gt;Not nearly long enough trousers reveal his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me why we live like this."&lt;br /&gt;-We Are Broken, Paramore&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/22943099-8705580296913495881?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8705580296913495881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8705580296913495881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8705580296913495881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8705580296913495881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-un.html' title='Short &apos;un'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-5658888384939724768</id><published>2009-02-24T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:48:50.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I stand at the crossroads once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought I caught a glimpse of you, those features I got so used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But when I squinted my eyes and looked more carefully, you had vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How simply the words seem to sound when blurted out just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe I never even had you in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But alas, that is of no importance anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the point now is, you're no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-5658888384939724768?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/5658888384939724768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=5658888384939724768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5658888384939724768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5658888384939724768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1837324121438123745</id><published>2009-02-24T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:39:49.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarifications</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SaLQjaUbpdI/AAAAAAAABN0/TLKuIHsp-J4/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SaLQjaUbpdI/AAAAAAAABN0/TLKuIHsp-J4/s400/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306032617774884306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mumsy's big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy birthday Mol(e)!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;I know I am difficult sometimes, trust me. Have a good one even though I'll be across the ocean for your big day aite? And I only say 'good one' cause without me you definitely won't get to have a 'great one'. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the opera is finally less than a month away -17 days to be exact-, and I've been carsick these past week more than I've been in a long while. The rehearsals are finally proving to be more intense and nerve-wrecking, whatwith us the chorus meeting the French conductor Mr. Benjamin Pionneer; the soloists from places like France, Singapore, Philippines and even Korea. Philippines' boy chorus will be coming this thursday, so that'll be a new addition to our whole chorus. The main chracter/male lead, a Frenchman named Luca, will be arriving sometime this week as well. First ever staging rehearsal happening in 15 hours at the Singapore Esplanade's rehearsing studio. I'm scared poo-less! Well, literally. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 'you' :&lt;br /&gt;I guess you forgot something cause I seem to remember that you said you'd leave me alone if I ignored you. It's alright if you don't remember, so long as I do. Oh and I was raised to know I shouldn't talk to strangers, no matter how familiar they are to any of my family members. Forgive me if I'm being rude, but if you would just leave me and my &lt;u&gt;remaining&lt;/u&gt; sister alone already, it'd be much appreciated. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1837324121438123745?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1837324121438123745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1837324121438123745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1837324121438123745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1837324121438123745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/clarifications.html' title='Clarifications'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SaLQjaUbpdI/AAAAAAAABN0/TLKuIHsp-J4/s72-c/P1010010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7923737044350632547</id><published>2009-02-14T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:35:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heard the news about a 13 year old British boy father a baby girl with a 15 year old girl? Mercy told me about it a few minutes ago, and boy did it make my eyes pop out. Shan't say anything else, but I wish those two the best of luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;Click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm gonna talk about Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those whose hands are scratching their heads, bald or with hair, Astro is this satellite television network station which offers a wide range of channels. They charge their clients according to the packages you choose, eg Variety, Educational, News, Sports News, etc. Anyways, coming back to what I wanted to say, Astro provides endless entertainment, yes. But endless entertainment would mean that everyone will always want a piece of it. They'd fight for the tv, for example. Either that or one would have to stay up during the wee hours of the night/morning just to catch their show on Astro. And the best thing about it is, it never works when it's raining outside. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time your mama tells you "the tv is the devil!", make sure you let her that know it's not the telly that's 'evil', it's Astro. Unless of course, your mum is like my mumsy, who watches way too much of Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget, happy V-day! Not many seem happy this year though. To me it's just a day of the year where the florists can suck guys of their money dry and chocolates cost a bomb. Other than the usual drill, couples holding hands and all, throughout the day, nothing worth a big fuss. I remember once I was at City Square on V-day, everything was pink. Seriously, everything. Even guys were in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pinks shirts. And I vaguely remember seeing a lot of pink feathers. Urgh. This year however, I'll be spending my V-day getting carsick and attending the ToH rehearsal in the Stamford Arts Centre. Oh what great joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Comparisons are easily done,&lt;br /&gt;once you've had a taste of perfection."&lt;br /&gt;-Thinking of You, Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-7923737044350632547?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7923737044350632547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7923737044350632547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7923737044350632547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7923737044350632547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/recent-news.html' title='Recent news'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-645375973898718321</id><published>2009-02-11T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:43:52.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The animals' meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Five animals were seated at a table. Above it hung a bulb, swaying from side to side slightly.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;u&gt;peacock&lt;/u&gt; flapped its wings lazily as time dragged on.&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;u&gt;octopus&lt;/u&gt; sat across the bird, busy detaching its tentacles from the table surface. It kept failing, and at last it let its legs hang loosely at its side, no longer touching the table.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;u&gt;pitbull pup&lt;/u&gt; sat on the left, its tail wagging all this while.&lt;br /&gt;With the colours of a tuxedo, the &lt;u&gt;penguin&lt;/u&gt; shifted uneasily in its seat, clearly uncomfortable with the temperature of its surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;u&gt;pig&lt;/u&gt;, who filled the last seat, snorted its displeasure when it noticed there wasn't anything on the table to munch on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In your opinion, what would most likely be discussed at this table?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Answers I've gotten so far :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chris Yab : they would tell jokes and make fun of the peacock. like hey what do u call a male chicken that only eats pea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fio : they would talk about a silly joke they heard on the way to the Island of Bora Bora for their 2nd Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nick : they talk about how each one is better than the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu Chuan : cock and bull story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wee Jun : World of Goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Von : they wont understand each other. all will speak different languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Farhan : the ozone layer&lt;br /&gt;Alven : lulz. only Von's answer made the most sense.&lt;br /&gt;Subhash : they would talk about the nutcase who put 5 totally random animals together. Oh, then they'll talk about world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Would anyone else care to contribute their answer? There is no right or wrong in any case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-645375973898718321?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/645375973898718321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=645375973898718321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/645375973898718321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/645375973898718321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/animals-meeting.html' title='The animals&apos; meeting'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1087465781779837563</id><published>2009-02-08T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:09:57.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from Fiona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Direction :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;post&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; or a note on Facebook with 16 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment ("You're It") and to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you. Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*grumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really don't like you very much now Fio. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*grumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[1&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have morning sinus, a sickness which makes me wake up with a running nose, almost every single morning of my life. There are times when it can last a whole day even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have two types of people I dub as friends. The hang-out friends and confidant friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My preference in music varies very often, so I get bored of my itunes playlist very easily. But whenever I mention I like a song or a band, it means I really like them a lot. Occasionally I stumble upon some form of music and I never get sick of it even if I play it 17 times straight. eg. I Will Possess Your Heart by Death Cab For Cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4]&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt and finished grade 8 for both violin and piano before I turned 16. I also have picked up other instruments such as the drums and the accoustic guitar. I aspire to be a musician one day, though not a very famous one but just enough to earn my keep(so that I can go shop for groceries and other stuff in peace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry when I hum to myself an unknown tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6]&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember not ever having a pet at home for more than a week. Currently I have 3 dogs at home(Mocha, Expresso and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cappu&lt;/span&gt;Cino), more than 20 Japanese Koi. I have reared dogs, rabbits, fish and even an eagle I named Hawk once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7]&lt;br /&gt;I like being a 'leader', but I don't like to lead sometimes. I like the 'title', but I don't like to stand out front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8]&lt;br /&gt;I can blurt out the most random things at times. This is probably because I like thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9]&lt;br /&gt;I love the pancakes my maid makes, the brand is called Pillsbury. I can eat them plain or with ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10]&lt;br /&gt;During the first 3 years of attending secondary school, I've lost my eldest sister, my only grandmother and my granduncle respectively. Sometimes when I'm alone I talk to the air as if they were around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11]&lt;br /&gt;11 is my favourite number, and closely following it 7. I just like their shapes and how they sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12]&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for songs with my name(or anything close) in it. What Sarah Said - Death Cab For Cutie, Judith - A Perfect Circle, Sarah - Eskimo Joe. Anything but Que Sera Sera though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13]&lt;br /&gt;Incorrect grammar or broken English frustrates me. I correct my friends and family at times. I believe it helps me improve my English as well as helping others improve theirs. I would also like to expand my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14]&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I read my older blog posts and laugh at my own compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15]&lt;br /&gt;I make a mean 'mashed potato and boiled eggs', a recipe I acquired from my late sister. We used to compete to see who've finished making theirs faster when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16]&lt;br /&gt;When listening to songs, I look out for the tune followed by its lyrics. When both appeal to me, I'll most probably get addicted to said song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1087465781779837563?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1087465781779837563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1087465781779837563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1087465781779837563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1087465781779837563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-from-fiona.html' title='Tag from Fiona'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7510544320637933353</id><published>2009-02-06T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:28:29.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunting pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;During some time last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way to my bathroom, running if I remembered clearly cause I was in a hurry to have my bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped, fell and hit my head against the sink in my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell on my fat arse, bruised the back of my head pretty badly and shamed myself. Oh and did I mention upon impact, the back of my head swelled really bad and I believe there might be a blood clot there? It hurt a lot, and I mean a lot. So much that I couldn't get up when I hit the ground cause it took all of me to concentrate on trying to not feel the pain. Plus my sister and my mum were both asking me if I was okay and telling me to rub the bruise. The pain at the back of my head was the worst I have ever gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how one little fall, just one tiny slip, can haunt me, no waken me even, and keep me from getting my shut-eye time so often nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : What if I really do have a blood clot? Now wouldn't that be awesome. [my bestie Jack kept telling me to go see a doctor but I kept telling him no]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"I can't decide, you have made it harder just to go around."&lt;br /&gt;-That's What You Get, Paramore&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/22943099-7510544320637933353?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7510544320637933353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7510544320637933353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7510544320637933353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7510544320637933353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/haunting-pain.html' title='Haunting pain'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-719665394883021555</id><published>2009-02-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:22:54.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Gummy' business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SYryOERQSLI/AAAAAAAABNs/eOHa-kpUYu4/s1600-h/nohug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SYryOERQSLI/AAAAAAAABNs/eOHa-kpUYu4/s400/nohug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314235033012402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you people,&lt;br /&gt;who think everything is going wrong&lt;br /&gt;and you've got no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is,&lt;br /&gt;you think you need your 'yellow gummy', that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Just cause everyone looks happier and more content,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you need the same things as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;So you feel like poop right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're going to be fine pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;If not then pray harder, or something.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of that hole you're stuck in, crawl if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't give up just yet alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"I don't want the world to see me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;cause I don't think that they'd understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When everything is meant to be broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just want you to know who I am."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Iris, Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-719665394883021555?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/719665394883021555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=719665394883021555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/719665394883021555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/719665394883021555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/gummy-business.html' title='&apos;Gummy&apos; business'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SYryOERQSLI/AAAAAAAABNs/eOHa-kpUYu4/s72-c/nohug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1921389353350524574</id><published>2009-02-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:38:37.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RainE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SYceZpJQBHI/AAAAAAAABNk/vrIwrR4rYwk/s1600-h/coffin+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SYceZpJQBHI/AAAAAAAABNk/vrIwrR4rYwk/s320/coffin+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298236912514892914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the sounds of exploding fireworks echo through the night outside my window, I can't help but wonder if you can hear the explosions in this sky we share. Do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; miss us? What you would say if you were still here? It's funny cause som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;etimes I can't even remember what you look like anymore. And somehow the only thing that's proof you were once here are the things you've left behind. The pictures, poems, drawings, memories and your music album. You never got to hear me say goodbye, I wasn't even speaking to you the night before.  Occasionally denial kicks in when our family gathers, and I half expect you to barge in the front door and say, 'Surprise&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I never left'. But I've grown accustomed to dreading the sirens of ambulances and listening to people tell me they're sorry you're no more. Some said you jumped. Fools, those people were real fools. But I won't deny that you did scare me the very last time I looked at you. Why? Because it didn't even look like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Hello? I'm still here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Hello, Evanescense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-1921389353350524574?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1921389353350524574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1921389353350524574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1921389353350524574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1921389353350524574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/raine.html' title='RainE'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SYceZpJQBHI/AAAAAAAABNk/vrIwrR4rYwk/s72-c/coffin+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6677686205865087879</id><published>2009-02-01T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:33:33.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All together in this one room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and dancing just to enjoy the moment, to savour it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft tune plays in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles are close to burning out, the wax runs low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its light dances as the flames change shape, almost as if the flames had minds of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this room, where the outside seems to be so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow rather the candlelight seems to be the only thing separating us from the darkness that's out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance a dog howls, a sad cry echoing through the lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we're together in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I've got nothing for you to gain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Eyes On Fire, Blue Foundation [Twilight OST]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22943099-6677686205865087879?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6677686205865087879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6677686205865087879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6677686205865087879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6677686205865087879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/02/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-1207106377356832433</id><published>2009-01-22T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:50:31.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SXiRRwa2ggI/AAAAAAAABM0/W2KOocX9CxE/s1600-h/ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SXiRRwa2ggI/AAAAAAAABM0/W2KOocX9CxE/s400/ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294141096215347714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know that feeling you get when you're through with something? The 'wow-there's-nothing-left-to-do-or-look-forward-to' kind of feeling where you feel like you're flying in midair and headed absolutely nowhere. I guess you could call that a form of freedom. It's funny this feeling, cause some of us were given a large amount of it while others pined for it. But frankly speaking, I'd like to think we're all offered a choice between freedom and going a certain specific way or doing a specific thing. It must be weird for those who are granted freedom all of a sudden after being deprived of it up till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SXiSGB9owZI/AAAAAAAABM8/ze3uj3YIVV8/s1600-h/silent+family+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SXiSGB9owZI/AAAAAAAABM8/ze3uj3YIVV8/s400/silent+family+dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294141994277847442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"ok, the thought of freedom really makes me go banana's. for instance before SPM, i was dying for freedom because studying was getting to me and i was desperate for a break. but as soon as i got the freedom i wanted, it felt really weird because i didnt know what to do with it. for instance, whenever my parents and i went out for dinner we never really could have a proper conversation. because at the dinner table all they used to ask me about was whether i was studying hard enough for the exams and whether i was prepared. after SPM that all changed. as a family it was hard for us to talk about anything as we ran out of things to talk about."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a certain friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/22943099-1207106377356832433?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/1207106377356832433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=1207106377356832433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1207106377356832433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/1207106377356832433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SXiRRwa2ggI/AAAAAAAABM0/W2KOocX9CxE/s72-c/ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-5382707081508123799</id><published>2009-01-21T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:26:25.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations(and a puny bit of advice)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Over lunch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C : "Prawn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; [holds up a prawn with the chopsticks in hand&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;S : "No want! Got tail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C : [proceeds to shred the tail and offers again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;] "Prawn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;S : "No want! No tail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C : [places it onto S's plate anyways&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Still having lunch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S : "Look at those people!" [points]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;H and C : [looks over at the people who've been pointed out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;H : "Hello, this is not Korea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C : "Or Japan. Or Hong Kong!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Excuses to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; PLKN/NS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compose a letter to whoever it may concern with any of the following content :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You lie about having some horrible disease or some health problem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You actually do have some horrible disease or some health problem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are going to fall into the drain at camp if you go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are going to be attacked by a wild animal while jungle &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tracking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;trekking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are going to have a severe cramp in your leg that will last probably for a long long long long long(you get what we mean) time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your [insert family member here] will be dead this weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your [insert family member here] will be hospitalized and you'll need to be there to take care of [whoever you mentioned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are allergic to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fail your medical test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bribe people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Pull strings'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emigrate to another country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If all else fails and you are left with no other choice, get your butt there and SERVE THY COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warning&lt;/span&gt; : If you get into any trouble from taking any advice from me, then you really should be in trouble by listening to me in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks for the outing today Joyce, Ceci and Harvey. I had fun with you girls. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Taken from "One Tree Hill"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dan Scott : "You're despicable. You're full of crap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coach Durham : "It comes with old age. Constipation!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I wanna break the spell you've created."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Our Time Is Running Out, Muse&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/22943099-5382707081508123799?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/5382707081508123799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=5382707081508123799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5382707081508123799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/5382707081508123799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/01/conversationsand-puny-bit-of-advice.html' title='Conversations(and a puny bit of advice)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-7458539940331405202</id><published>2009-01-16T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:44:23.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for it, coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate waiting for things. Or people for any matter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's like you're stuck at this specific place or period and you kind of get this wave of uncertainty wash over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will this ever happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will that person I'm supposed to meet turn up after all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I got played."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You know, that sort of thoughts run around in your head and eventually you get a little 'off' with things. As in you'll find it hard to concentrate on things you're supposed to do cause you're too caught up wondering about the 'what if's. I don't know about others, but that's how I get sometimes. I get distracted really easily due to the various thoughts that invade my mind ever so often. I guess this is why I blurt out really random things sometimes. Anyone who's been out with me should have experienced that side of me, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was talking about waiting. Truth is, I don't even know why I brought it up in the first place. Just felt like typing the word, and before I knew anything all these words popped up into my moniter as my fingers typed out these words. Perhaps it came across my mind cause one of my friends are leaving for Australia tomorrow. When I asked her when she was heading back here, she told me she'd be back in the month of July. Perhaps that was what triggered me to think of waiting and stuff. July is a long way from now, though not a very long way at all. Many things would have taken place within the this period. Here's a list I've decided to compile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Events of My First half of Year 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not all the dates below are fixed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so don't count on it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;January : New Year - meaning time to go college hunting, begin having rehearsals in Singapore for French Opera, start attending church on Sundays, Chinese New Year, birthdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;February : Vigorous rehearsals of French Opera in Singapore, church on Sundays, birthdays, (possibly )entrance exam and audition to be taken within this month in order to enter future college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March : Intensive rehearsals until last 'show' day of French Opera, church on Sundays, collection of SPM results from secondary school, birthdays, if entrance exam and audition hasn't been carried out then will take place by this month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April-June : Preparation for future college(provided acceptance letter upon passing both entrance exam and audition has been received, I might not get in but who knows? I certainly hope not though), work(?), three months' worth of birthdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The intake for the course at the college I currently have my eyes on is in the month of July. Oh and it's in Singapore. Seems like it'll be a long wait but I know it'll be over real quick. I really hope I get in though, cause I haven't got a backup plan if I don't. Risky yeah I know, tell me about it. I went for the college's open day today with mumsy and Calista. Mumsy has me registered already so I'm expecting a letter to inform me of my entrance exam and audition dates. Quite a frightening thing, all this stuff. But I guess it's time I should leave my 'nest' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you're looking for some addictive music to listen to, try The Kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Oh well I woke up tonight and said I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, now I know, now I know&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's you&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky, lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; You're so lucky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Do You Want To, Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-7458539940331405202?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/7458539940331405202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=7458539940331405202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7458539940331405202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/7458539940331405202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait-for-it-coming-soon.html' title='Wait for it, coming soon'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2452900768207707990</id><published>2009-01-14T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:51:43.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The moon hangs low on this late night.&lt;br /&gt;We settle under the one familiar tree we always sit under.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't even a cloud around, not one in sight.&lt;br /&gt;What will tomorrow bring and what would bring tomorrow, in silence we wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your picket fence, love?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there there.&lt;br /&gt;Quit crying your eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SW4EB_BJ1jI/AAAAAAAABMc/sufDLKP8Dmc/s1600-h/P1010123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SW4EB_BJ1jI/AAAAAAAABMc/sufDLKP8Dmc/s400/P1010123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291171044349564466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captions, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Look into the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;but what's it got to offer?"&lt;br /&gt;- URA Fever, The Kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-2452900768207707990?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2452900768207707990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2452900768207707990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2452900768207707990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2452900768207707990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SW4EB_BJ1jI/AAAAAAAABMc/sufDLKP8Dmc/s72-c/P1010123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2886506647834578930</id><published>2009-01-08T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:08:07.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ever get the feeling everything seems as though it's been laid out for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though everything's fixed in place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me?&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I feel as though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; against the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SWYialdsdLI/AAAAAAAABMM/IBiuxWr-mqM/s1600-h/against+the+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SWYialdsdLI/AAAAAAAABMM/IBiuxWr-mqM/s400/against+the+world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288952652521829554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, being afraid doesn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let them dices roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SWYibEbrcAI/AAAAAAAABMU/xa49c9mNCgg/s1600-h/chances.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SWYibEbrcAI/AAAAAAAABMU/xa49c9mNCgg/s400/chances.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288952660834873346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies, let's boogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-2886506647834578930?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2886506647834578930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2886506647834578930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2886506647834578930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2886506647834578930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/01/boogie.html' title='Boogie'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SWYialdsdLI/AAAAAAAABMM/IBiuxWr-mqM/s72-c/against+the+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-2245395205594901491</id><published>2009-01-05T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:13:44.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day, dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the day again.&lt;br /&gt;The day when everyone starts thinking horrible thoughts the night before,&lt;br /&gt;when the procrastinators hurry around looking for their shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though, cause this year I don't get to see familiar faces at those familiar spots of that school we all have grown accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at home all day today, while I imagined the day others were having.&lt;br /&gt;Some started college today, some bummed around at home(like me), some are starting a little later, while others did/are going to do stuff I know nothing of.&lt;br /&gt;Me? I got in front of my computer this morning and finished both Princess Diaries' movies on YouTube before it was time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline of what I got done today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed Cino's furry face with shampoo cause she squeezed herself out the grill gate just to catch one puny little disgusting cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. I'll rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Made&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; maid wash Cino's furry face with shampoo cause she squeezed herself out the grill gate just to catch one puny little disgusting cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and fyi, my dog smells fine now. Just like how she smelled this morning after her bath. No more cockroach-ish smell coming off her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt a fairly pleasant dream last night, just like the one I had once.&lt;br /&gt;We went to an amusement park and ate cotton candy. Hand in hand, we spent the entire day there. When the sky was turning crimson, we went up a huge ferris wheel and watched the sun go down. Even though I'm afraid of heights, I wasn't in the dream. I didn't even worry about getting fat when you made me eat all that cotton candy. And the cold when we were up in the ferris wheel, didn't bother me at all. Cause you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, I couldn't make out who you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-2245395205594901491?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/2245395205594901491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=2245395205594901491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2245395205594901491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/2245395205594901491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/01/days-dreams.html' title='Day, dream'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8234153082658613847</id><published>2009-01-03T13:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:40:57.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tag &amp; whatnots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. Take a recent picture of yourself or take a picture right now.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t change your clothes, just take a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. Post that picture with NO editing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. Post the picture with these instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SV78EbzBOiI/AAAAAAAABL8/MNwOPNiwjMk/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SV78EbzBOiI/AAAAAAAABL8/MNwOPNiwjMk/s200/P1010053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940165690964514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's Becca in the picture.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cute little fart, she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#Remove one question from below and add in your personal question.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#Make a total of 20 questions and tag 5 people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#List them out at the end of the post.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#Notify them in their &lt;/span&gt;cbox&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that they’&lt;/span&gt;ve&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.What’s your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be a musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do u like the most bout &lt;/span&gt;your&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They're both girls and when you offend one, you offend all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are u looking for a boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nah, I'm never gonna get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess, when I'm with certain people I tend to be more confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.How many babies you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you wanna play this tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not really, but it's from &lt;/span&gt;Ceci&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What is your goal for this year(2009)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do what I want and be who I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you love your everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depends. (note:check your grammar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What’s a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend like to u?(list 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honest, understanding, sweet, has good grammar, doesn't have to be too rich but can't be poor, interesting, &lt;/span&gt;humorous&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, tolerant, musically inclined(preferably) and an awesome individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do u ever wonder where you would end up after you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the time actually. I'm not so much a sadist though, only sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What are your bad habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm very impatient and rude at times. Inconsiderate too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you love shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depends on whether or not I have something to shop for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. State a random fact about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate it when everyone likes the things I like. That's probably why I don't quite like Spongebob and Twilight so much anymoe. I still love vampires though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What does flying means to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Taking off and facing risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An ice blended mocha from Starbucks, some Famous Amos Chocolate Chip without Pecans and a call from my bestie who's away at NS now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Describe the person that tagged you in 7 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best friend during earlier years of secschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Are you currently single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is in your mind now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Beach or swimming pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Who do you want to be 10 years later&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone who can afford to have a cup of Starbucks every single day by producing and playing music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tag : nobody. Busy munching on my Fitnesse cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trip to Sentosa Beach on 30th Dec 2008&lt;br /&gt;with some of fellow RYLA-rians&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SV8F8gl9RbI/AAAAAAAABME/iD1MdHZTiyQ/s1600-h/RYLA+Sentosa+Gathering+group+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SV8F8gl9RbI/AAAAAAAABME/iD1MdHZTiyQ/s400/RYLA+Sentosa+Gathering+group+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286951024655680946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Standing(from left) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Jerrard, Yang Zhi, Cai Ling, Picasso, Fiona, Sara, Vanessa, Wilma, Wen Li mei and Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Frontmen : Farhan and Maurice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It always stays the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;nothing ever changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-English Summer Rain, Placebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8234153082658613847?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8234153082658613847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8234153082658613847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8234153082658613847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8234153082658613847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-whatnots.html' title='A tag &amp; whatnots'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bFWd77pZvzQ/SV78EbzBOiI/AAAAAAAABL8/MNwOPNiwjMk/s72-c/P1010053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8627105153530525598</id><published>2008-12-31T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:32:45.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I stand at the edge of the cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water gushes and collides with the rocks beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind lingers in my hair as the cold bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shiver, but not because of the temperature or the height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your jacket hangs over my shoulders, your smell barely there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back about the nights;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wore your shirt to bed under my own over-sized shirt just so I could be as close as I could possibly get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every tiny detail of that garment, I have memorized and engraved in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I would not be able to put it into words if I was asked to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gust of wind gnaws at my feet once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it, hun. We're just about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where our feet leave the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8627105153530525598?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8627105153530525598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8627105153530525598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8627105153530525598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8627105153530525598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2008/12/jump.html' title='The Jump'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-8633653659670144313</id><published>2008-12-31T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:35:39.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaboom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess this is it. The time where everything comes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's funny if you really think about it. Now it's as if we're both competing to see who hurts the other more. Oh yes, it's great fun. What's that? Me, cry? No, I've shed enough tears for a quarter of a year. In fact, I haven't had such fun since I was in form 1. It's like that incident happening all over again except this time, I can still see and speak with you. True, not as often as I'd like, but there's definitely moments where we spend hours with each other. It's just like losing the same yet different thing all over again. Yeah that's it, same yet totally different. No, I would not like a tissue. I'd rather just let it all out now. But hey, who am I to cry? It's just like you said, yeah going off to cry again. Well, maybe I don't want to cry anymore. I'm tired really. And I know about the mistakes I've made, trust me I really do. As to why I'm not showing any remorse, it has something to do with a thing called pride. I would miss you, yeah I would. But what good would that do? What good has that done? As for the mistakes I've committed and am about to, the pain I've inflicted and am about to, I would apologize a thousand, no a million gazillion times even. But I should know by now it wouldn't matter much anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have missed you more if it made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;I would have apologized more if it made I could get the words out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I would have bought you things if I had the money to.&lt;br /&gt;I would have stop using all your stuff if I were a more considerate person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry I'm not that person. This is who I am, who I've turned out to be. And I thank you for all that you've done so far for me. All the huge stuff down to the tiniest details, I'd never be able to make a wholesome list without missing anything out. I'm not perfect after all. And for that, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or now, I'm done wetting my cheeks. They deserve some sunshine, regardless of what my stupidity has led me to have done. Pardon me if you will. I'll keep missing you. I'd just like to be left alone for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I need the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-8633653659670144313?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/8633653659670144313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=8633653659670144313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8633653659670144313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/8633653659670144313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2008/12/kaboom.html' title='Kaboom'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22943099.post-6792048804244381299</id><published>2008-12-12T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:16:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're bluffing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you lie&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes hearing them&lt;br /&gt;Yet when somebody tells them&lt;br /&gt;Everybody believes them&lt;br /&gt;I have a question&lt;br /&gt;Do you like lying&lt;br /&gt;Because when I lie&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like burying myself&lt;br /&gt;With my pillows&lt;br /&gt;And cry like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Some lies however&lt;br /&gt;they're told to protect others&lt;br /&gt;To protect them from the truth&lt;br /&gt;As the truth can be horrifying&lt;br /&gt;But most lies&lt;br /&gt;They hurt&lt;br /&gt;Not only the listeners&lt;br /&gt;And believers of lies&lt;br /&gt;But also the liars&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying&lt;br /&gt;Once you lie&lt;br /&gt;You have to tell another&lt;br /&gt;To cover up the lie before&lt;br /&gt;And that's when&lt;br /&gt;You get caught up&lt;br /&gt;In a vicious cycle&lt;br /&gt;Full of telling lies&lt;br /&gt;And hurting others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're bluffing!"&lt;br /&gt;"I only speak the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22943099-6792048804244381299?l=cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/feeds/6792048804244381299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22943099&amp;postID=6792048804244381299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6792048804244381299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22943099/posts/default/6792048804244381299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookies-taste-heavenly.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-bluffing.html' title='You&apos;re bluffing'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008016826895839407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcWfBhupWCY/TZNNk1EtGnI/AAAAAAAABVE/Nrg0DpvEukA/s220/c%2527est%2Bmoi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
