<?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-26082441</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:36.172-08:00</updated><category term='i&apos;m posting today'/><title type='text'>COOKIES&amp;CREAM.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-6996094715422265090</id><published>2010-12-16T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:31:33.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fancy that</title><content type='html'>So much homework and so little time. balance that on top of the fact that i do not have a single shred of desire to do them. Anyway, I've been typing quite a bit of stuff lately, albeit not school related, and thanks to Microsoft's newer version of Microsoft word, I have started to auto- capitalise my words! Joy. Basically, I could not find the setting which activates auto-correct. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-activated it sometime ago but I can't seem to remember how to undo that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while looking out the window just now, I was reminded of the minuscule bug that was trekking along my arm as I gorged myself on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt; toast. Okay, I know, no link. The ice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;milo&lt;/span&gt; was good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to another train of thought, found this dude called Pogo on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;! He is the apotheosis of creating music out of snippets of movies or sounds. Not to mention his videos are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely darling (enunciated with a posh English accent)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2-gHbSh2AY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2-gHbSh2AY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is my favourite. Darth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vader&lt;/span&gt; on casual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, doing a spastic flop-dance against an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ambient&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; backdrop. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another trend worming it's way onto the already shitty mainstream stage is what I like to call the Triple S. Stupidly Simple Songs. Yea those songs were they have just one or two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt; and God awful lyrics that are overly simplistic or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;angsty&lt;/span&gt;. Then again, that's just me but my idea of simple music is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjHHIjBy6ag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HjHHIjBy6ag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! Just had to bring him into the picture. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;melody&lt;/span&gt; is simple but ORIGINAL and it's not that hard to follow. Lyrics are child-like yet not flat out "I rode my bike to meet you... Saw you and him... My heart bleeds for you (that one is over used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;)". And what's more, THIS WAS WRITTEN ALMOST 40 YEARS AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I'm going to Korea this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; and I'm not looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;froward&lt;/span&gt; to it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I can't read Hangul. My mom's excited though. I'll just buy lots of biscuits and seaweed and station myself in the hotel room while I roll about and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sprout&lt;/span&gt; pimples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-6996094715422265090?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/6996094715422265090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=6996094715422265090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6996094715422265090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6996094715422265090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/12/fancy-that.html' title='fancy that'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3251684958031963279</id><published>2010-12-07T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:31:08.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>utter randomisity.</title><content type='html'>good news my friends. school is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to ensure that we will never be idle during this rest period, THE BLOODY SCHOOL HAS DECIDED TO DROWN US IN HOMEWORK (picture a needle in the haystack.  i'm the needle and the homework is the haystack etc.) . So smart are they, that they claim that "it is easily done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ripping&lt;/span&gt; my homework up is easily done. DOING the HOMEWORK is &lt;u&gt;NOT EASILY DONE&lt;/u&gt;. and someone give them a prize for creating the most nonsensically wrong phrases. what on earth is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;exactly similar&lt;/span&gt;"? oh and who the hell decided that six people in a ring throwing a hot potato at each other was a RELEVANT ANALOGY to 'simplifying' the explanation behind the stability in the benzene ring? ah yes. it was the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculously temperamental&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;emotionally unstable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely illogical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, chemistry teacher ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all my ten years having dealt with teachers ranging from soft spoken, to those whose faces turn as red as a baboon's butt when they get mad, she is really the cream of the incapable-of-teaching-and-wholly-unreasonable crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would write her real name except for the fact that i forgot it. okay i don't actually know it at all. so i'll settle for calling her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ssa-s'noobab&lt;/span&gt;. this work of art had the audacity to stand on the lecture stage in front of a 300 strong crowd of students and throw a screaming tantrum befit of a teething one year old. Amazingly, in the midst of her cacophony, i managed to complete the lecture notes AND construct every single detail of my castle in the sky within the realms of my magical imagination. it was fun and completely free :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i see my dad, i'll convince him to get be four bars of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cadbury&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Bubbly&lt;/span&gt;! it is scrumdiliumptious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3251684958031963279?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3251684958031963279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3251684958031963279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3251684958031963279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3251684958031963279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/12/utter-randomisity.html' title='utter randomisity.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3608737412624377473</id><published>2010-08-19T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:12:37.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is august</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;YOG was ridic save the part where they lit up the watch tower&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my chemistry SPA practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M DOWN WITH A BLOODY FLU!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh. again. at the most crucial moment...... I GET THE FRIGGIN FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i had a dollar for the number of times i've blown my nose these past few days, i'd be swimming in money. now allow me to explain how i acquired this unfortunate malady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/TG00eTK3TAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DGPNldbjqAA/s1600/Flu_Virus_Diagram.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/TG00eTK3TAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DGPNldbjqAA/s400/Flu_Virus_Diagram.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507115614490545154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, my friends, is the influenza virus. or as i like to call it, Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now Bob here has in his belly 8 noodles. perpetually. he's currently going through a punk phase here, hence the studs and spikes (you know teenagers... always trying to 'express' themselves as an individual). you must also know, he hates broccoli and wears them as a form of disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS ALSO THE CAUSE OF MY DISTRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone sponsor my flu vaccine. if i get another flu within the year, somebody gonna hurt real bad. *glares at person who transmitted the flu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, time for the usual unusual bed time story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was riding the MRT home with my heavy china guitar in tow. i was minding my own business (which in other words meant that i was staring at people). after a &lt;i&gt; long&lt;/i&gt; while of being jostled about and being tsk-ed at for being a blockage, i settled against the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue people coming in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right in front of my were people who i inferred were secondary school teachers. some how, they always manage to dress the same way. they must have some annual congregation to decide what horrible mismatched outfit they're gonna wear every day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there they were in all their holy sec school teacher glory, complaining about how they were coerced into playing sports with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously," says one of the learned ones " the only time they (students) are well behaved is when they're having class test! otherwise, they're a nightmare!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she goes on talking about how some kid hit her with a hockey stick but when she turned around, she could find him. her excuse? " i was disoriented." at this point i was wondering how on earth ANYONE could not spot someone holding a hockey stick. how did she even know it was a hockey stick if she hadn't seen the perpetrator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of curiosity, i gave her the up down. she looked like any ol' teacher: long sleeved blouse and maternity pants. and a PRADA handbag. how many teachers possess branded bags? i figured her shoes would be somewhat interesting so i looked down and gasped in horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, in a nutshell, her foot looked like it was bound by beige wrap plaster cloth with her big toe hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should consider venturing into the realm of children story writing. there are probably less that 200 words per book. all i need to do is find myself an illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone willing to work for nuts? i've got plenty of almonds i want to get rid of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3608737412624377473?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3608737412624377473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3608737412624377473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3608737412624377473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3608737412624377473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-this-is-august.html' title='so this is august'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/TG00eTK3TAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DGPNldbjqAA/s72-c/Flu_Virus_Diagram.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-417481642220031660</id><published>2010-07-05T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:58:49.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why why why</title><content type='html'>can someone please give me just ONE unequivocal answer WHY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asian&lt;/span&gt; boy bands are wearing girls clothes AND are prancing around like it's the most normal thing to do? and someone needs to fix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;. out of the blue, i find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt; with a thumbnail shot of this guy who looks like Draco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt; in my recommended videos section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here is the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxlTEElTGYA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxlTEElTGYA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iyiuh&lt;/span&gt;, turn down your volume. it's for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing i noticed was this... guy, it seems, wearing what appears to be a bumpy zombie dress with some sparkly material in the center of his chest. then there is another scene with this other guy who has this red striped &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CAT SLEEVE SHIRT&lt;/span&gt;. really, they look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;extremly&lt;/span&gt; effeminate and that is an understatement. and one of them looks like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The Situation&lt;/span&gt; from jersey shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, another thing i noticed. they really like to grab air don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a break down of generic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; boy/ girl band dance moves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) zoom in to every single one of the band members or if there are too many, just the lead ones.&lt;br /&gt;2) make a "v" or "w" formation&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;reach above you! clench your fist! pull it back down to your chest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) have on your pained face&lt;br /&gt;5) hop around a bit, make it look like your dancing&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;reach in front! clench your fist! pull it back to your chest! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) do another pained expression but this time, face in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;repeat step 1 -7 but in another room with different clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all because i have nothing to do on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; night after watching fringe (cue angel chorus). WALTER IS THE WORLD'S MOST FASCINATING AND ECCENTRIC GENIUS / TELEVISION CHARACTER. HIS HAIR IS CLEAN AND TOTALLY BEATS ROBERT WHATSHISNAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh this feels good, ranting. haven't written here in ages! school's horrible and i want to be a shepherd in the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century in the alps or something! freedom and green grass y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. it's nearly one am and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got to be in tip top condition tomorrow to think of an excuse as to why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-417481642220031660?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/417481642220031660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=417481642220031660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/417481642220031660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/417481642220031660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-why-why.html' title='why why why'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1639718787697767783</id><published>2010-05-01T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:11:06.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreadfully illlllllllllll</title><content type='html'>so here am i am, in front of the computer herding a little flock of tissue-sheep while trying to unclog my nose. it feels like someone hammered and glued a plunger up there. did i mention someone turned on the waterworks and forgot to turn it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to sit for this three hour thingy and within the first THIRTY MINUTES, i was halfway through my first packet of tissue. it was so gross &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i had no where to put them so all the tissue-sheep were scattered all over my table. worst part was, i only brought two packets and for the last one hour, i had to keep my head slightly tilted back just so the room wouldn't flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the room was cold so it made my nose more clogged up and i had to breathe through my mouth which was irritating my already raw throat. that was a long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to look for a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt; but all those skins getting featured are COMPLETELY HOMOGENEOUS. it's like the same person makes one and everyone else follows. then the person in charge of picking 'skin for the day' is too lazy doing god knows what and just picks the skins that look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the skins have got this vintage photograph feels to it. the picture always is slightly saturated with light blue hues or a little orange-y tinge. if not, there's just one really big word right smack in the centre. like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;pernicious&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". some are just an oxymoron. "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and all the other funny things. the others are just plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt;. the title is a song lyric and the picture is always a skinny girl who looks lost. oh i saw one that had "chase you there" as the title and the picture is of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring much? we need more COLOUR and VIBRANCY (not that anyone as computer illiterate as i would ever be able to contribute. gawd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; such a hypocrite.) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blogskins&lt;/span&gt;! with as much chocolate and cupcakes weaved into it as possible! then you could title it "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and it would be totally relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just took some pills and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whoozy&lt;/span&gt;! gonna go sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. within the time taken to write this post, my herd of tissue-sheep has increased two fold. joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1639718787697767783?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1639718787697767783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1639718787697767783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1639718787697767783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1639718787697767783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreadfully-illlllllllllll.html' title='dreadfully illlllllllllll'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8663337156122240630</id><published>2010-04-28T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T03:55:28.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by school</title><content type='html'>on the way back home, i passed by my secondary school which was under going reconstruction. well, it's currently in demolition phase now. i know sometime ago i would have and have said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; love to see the walls get knocked down but when i passed by the primary side and saw the gaping hole that was the hall, i felt kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP teacher said that Singaporeans tend not to feel attached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; all the buildings that we've been associated with, homes, schools, etc, are constantly being demolished. with all the reminders gone, attachment flies right out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, i was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; brown's universe on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; and he was talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt;! a highly controversial figure, if i may say so myself! okay so maybe he's the way i think he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; heard people say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt; the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt; hates gays" or some shit like that (which, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, totally contradicts the fact that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt; loves everyone'. repeat that line over and over again you religious homophobes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was reading the comments (because i have no life...) and i came across this interesting comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;1) Homosexuals can reproduce, just not with each  other. There are quite a few married homosexuals with kids etc who are  still in the closet. 2) Genes don't have to be inherited. Every person  that is born has 100s of mutations that come from neither mother or  father 3) Genes are complex things and can control more than one  function indirectly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4) It's postulated that genes which make women good  mothers can cause homosexuality in men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how intriguing is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now i have to fly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i have PI AND THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;GOBSMACKINGLY&lt;/span&gt; SILLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ECONS&lt;/span&gt; ESSAY TO DO. DAMN YOU MATH TEST. I HOLD YOU ENTIRELY RESPONSIBLE FOR MY BAD MOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-8663337156122240630?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8663337156122240630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8663337156122240630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8663337156122240630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8663337156122240630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/04/by-school.html' title='by school'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-6133782904605073929</id><published>2010-03-20T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T04:51:20.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as per usual, i was surfing the Internet, waiting for something interesting to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hence, i went to failblog. and... really nothing much happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i went to the bottom of the page and starting clicking around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not advisable. the stuff they have is... pretty *ahem* &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; if you get what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but i came across one of the links and i saw this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/S6SzrCzkhbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c7E7UIxl6xQ/s1600-h/129080056570437982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/S6SzrCzkhbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c7E7UIxl6xQ/s400/129080056570437982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450679001094063538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i was like "OMG WE MUST BE RELATED!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;indeed. i was THAT bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and because i was so amused, i decided to keep looking through the photos. and the next one made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/S6S0RFXMBwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QCKgyQzCjV4/s1600-h/129114805963190712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/S6S0RFXMBwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QCKgyQzCjV4/s400/129114805963190712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450679654615353090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;always knew there was something kooky about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;okay. at this point, i was absolutely tickled and therefore went ahead and delved deeper into the contents of the site. the next thing that stood out came in the form of this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/S6S1PZUrewI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Frd_ICELOpw/s1600-h/the-smashing-pumpkins-totally-looks-like-voldemort-and-his-death-eaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/S6S1PZUrewI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Frd_ICELOpw/s400/the-smashing-pumpkins-totally-looks-like-voldemort-and-his-death-eaters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450680725125430018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;who knew the smashing pumpkins bore such an uncanny resemblance voldemort and his merry band of death eaters? though i must say, the idea of voldemort in skinnies is a terrible imagery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone get me a social life!&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/26082441-6133782904605073929?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/6133782904605073929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=6133782904605073929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6133782904605073929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6133782904605073929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-per-usual-i-was-surfing-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/S6SzrCzkhbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c7E7UIxl6xQ/s72-c/129080056570437982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-142483382046225108</id><published>2010-03-13T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:15:20.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school sucks. what's new?</title><content type='html'>okay. for the sake of having a presentable first post (the previous one is really... well it doesn't paint a pretty picture... GO READ IT), i will blog about the &lt;s&gt;stress&lt;/s&gt; wonders of jc life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first: MY CHINESE TEACHER IS A FRIGGIN ANGEL! oh my 10 years suffering the wrath of mentally and emotionally unstable chinese teachers in primary and secondary school makes her seem like the perfect teacher! she's nice, patient, and will not bite people's heads off! and i can finally go and ask questions without the fear of going deaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, march holidays are here. but they aren't so much holidays as they are homework and project sessions. lemme see. we have a TRILLION tutorials and TWO group projects. i wanna roll around on the floor and throw a tantrum so pardon me for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurul has this epiphany that people are born from farts. and apparently, a few select people in class possess this fart-out-a-baby talent. every so often she'll just suddenly ask "did you fart?". i have no doubt the entire world now thinks we are lean mean farting machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is totally ruining the purpose of this post. i really wanted something presentable... that ,y'know, gives a good impression. but really... when have i ever given a good first impression? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh... school tmr... i pray the lecturer doesn't have any lame jokes up his sleeve of i will seriously consider purchasing a machete.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-142483382046225108?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/142483382046225108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=142483382046225108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/142483382046225108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/142483382046225108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-sucks-whats-new.html' title='school sucks. what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7783235808690291299</id><published>2010-02-16T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T05:57:55.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did not need to know this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but since i do, i'm here to traumatize any unlucky person to come across this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was, sitting in front of the telly watching the show "bizarre animal E.R." and they were going through a surgery to remove the testicle of a leopard. it seemed every bit like the friendly, informative childrens show, full of colourful cartoon picture and such. they even took care to refer to it's anatomy as "crowned jewels".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, when they took to discussing animal sexual behaviour in explicit detail, i was pretty much surprised. especially since my sister was there. it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many homosexual activity occur between animals. 15% from (okay i forgot the name but it looks like a duck), and another percentage from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RAMS&lt;/span&gt;, and the most from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DOLPHINS&lt;/span&gt;, who have tried mating with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TURTLES, SHARKS, AND EVEN EELS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Penguins&lt;/span&gt; also partake in PROSTITUTION. It has been known that some females will *ahem* with the males in return for SHINY PEBBLES (i mean, like, WTF?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Monkeys&lt;/span&gt; are the most sexually active of all. They have sex as a form of GREETING, TO RESOLVE A DISAGREEMENT, mating (of course), AND AS A FORM OF CELEBRATION AFTER FINDING FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth worms and snails are hermaphrodites, bearing both male and female reproductive organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i swear. i nearly remember the next part word for word. yes, i was that traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As such, during mating, the two worms wrestle. The dominant one then STABS HIS PENIS INTO THE OTHER WHO HAS TO PLAY THE FEMALE AND GIVE BIRTH (at this point they had a animated picture of the two worms connected the little wormy babies popping out of nowhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In octopuses, the male's tentacle acts as a penis, DETACHING FROM THE MALE'S BODY AND REACHING THE FEMALE FOR FERTILIZATION. However, the tentacle does not grow back and the male eventually dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;god forbid i have to watch a show with this kind of information in front of my sister again. AND T WAS NOT SOME SICK SHOW. IT WAS ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;OCTO&lt;/span&gt;! haha okay it was very weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the next show was brink! and it was quite cute cuz the little skids and cartoons make the show so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow... i have to use my ang bao moolah to pay for a new guitar (sob) xin tong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey Iy Iuh, is the movie thingy still on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7783235808690291299?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7783235808690291299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7783235808690291299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7783235808690291299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7783235808690291299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-did-not-need-to-know-this.html' title='i did not need to know this...'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5831392172962784087</id><published>2010-01-01T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:53:37.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>china women have flat butts</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW EVERYONE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's eve consisted of me standing in front of a barbaque pit stealing food and going dizzy from inhaling carbon monoxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nothing short of bad. but the food was delish. so anyway, i dragged my floppy body back up to my gram's house and stoned..... till my aunty brought corn up! i love corn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, (let's call the person Preserved Quality Fruits.)&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Preserved Quality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Fruits&lt;/span&gt; came back from work saying that they were having a party. a party which included inviting belly-less belly dancers to entertain. from china. and according to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Preserved Quality Fruits&lt;/span&gt;, they were &lt;s&gt;unnaturally&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;oddly well endowed&lt;/span&gt; (*cough cough* boobs *cough*) for they're thin bodies. a topic which then led to the men into a discussion about whether they're boobs were real. a colleague of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Preserved Quality Fruits&lt;/span&gt; brought up the topic about biodegradable boobs (what's the point in that? and how does he know?!). and another colleague was confident they were real. why? because, i quote from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Preserved Quality Fruits&lt;/span&gt; who quoted him, "i can tell!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then men finally ended the discussion with the conclusion that ladies' boobs were just big. probably. i wasn't there but it must have ended at that. men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another male colleague commented on that saying that china women may have big boobs but they're butts will always be flat cuz they all ride bicycles. (hence the title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it absolutely hilarious but i dont think it's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; racist. okay maybe a little. but i'm chinese too so it just means i'm mean.... and i possess a big butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, happy new year! O results coming out soon and i still dont know where to go! whoooooooooooooooooo! bananas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5831392172962784087?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5831392172962784087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5831392172962784087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5831392172962784087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5831392172962784087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2010/01/china-women-have-flat-butts.html' title='china women have flat butts'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1266258146980635807</id><published>2009-05-24T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:49:10.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>possibly funny.</title><content type='html'>i was watching the news today. on channel news asia. a korean president died. i don't know from which part of korea but apparently, he jumped off a hill or mountain or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this part about the new indian prime minister being willing to extend some friendly hand or something to pakistan provided they.. something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing was, while saying he wanted to promote friendship, he sounded so bored. political speeches are amsuing. the way i see it, their definition of "friendly" is kinda just a stable relationship between the two countries. you're stable, i'm stable. we're both stable! heck friendly! i can't really remember what he said. but if i were THE RULER OF ZE UNIVERSE and had to, like, make some speech to maintain friendly ties with the aliens from pluto, i imagine i would say the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" today, we are gathered at this ,uh, peaceful gathering. we... are willing to *looks at paper and inhales* extend  our very *cough* warm and friendly greeting towards you pluto beings. we mean to harm! *gives the vulcan sign* so *stares at paper* let us be friendly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the aliens, who probably don't understand english, start whiping out their watergun-like laser guns and start blasting holes into everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on thursday, we had to stay back for literature. minyee, huiyi and i were fashionably late and we were all happy and stuff cuz we bought kinder joy (joy!) so we wanted to open and it and enjoy the creamy sweet stuff and one of the egg halves. then all of a sudden, this pug-faced weirdo pops out of no where and we're all " who's that? is it a teacher? oh.. it's a relief teacher... oh well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it asked us to start doing the papers and got all stern with us and asked us to get into "Exam mode" cuz we appeared to not take it seriously... which i admit was completely true. anyhoo, someone happened to mouth a bad word and its twitchy pug eyes swivled towards theperson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she started getting all big and saying how we were 16 but blah blah bla. you know, the normal adult to rebelling youngins speech. except it was pretty young. and acting allllll big and mighty! ooh! haha but anyway, according to linghui, when it was in scold mode, its head kept bobbing from side to side haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing so much after lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hao le. wo jiu ge bi le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhu ni&lt;br /&gt;shin ti jian kang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                  shi xian        shang&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/26082441-1266258146980635807?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1266258146980635807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1266258146980635807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1266258146980635807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1266258146980635807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/05/possibly-funny.html' title='possibly funny.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-2915151593170121220</id><published>2009-02-28T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:29:56.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>her morning elegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome stop- motion vid and song by Oren Lavie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how long it took to make&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-2915151593170121220?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/2915151593170121220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=2915151593170121220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2915151593170121220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2915151593170121220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-morning-elegance.html' title='her morning elegance'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3890954946410940576</id><published>2009-02-21T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:53:54.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>air head</title><content type='html'>i feel extremely detached from everything right now. my nose is completely blocked and i seriously feel like digging a hole and huddling in there just to see how much warmer it is than my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something random for you guys to chew on. my mom brought back this turquoise coloured tissue back that says "cutie". and on it is the most ridiculously hideous thing i've ever seen.at first i thought it was a baby. but on closer inspection of the offending creature, i realise that it's in a sumo stance and.... there's this tiny piece of cloth down there that i accidentally mistook *ahem cough* for something else. BUT IN ANY CASE, "cutie" and scary baby-like sumo do not suit each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine...  sumo dude isn't all that hideous but he is undeniably the weirdest thing i've seen. today. his hair looks uncannily like a baby's bonnet... alright... so maybe it's a BABY SUMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's one fat baby sumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking at a 2 dollar note now and i noticed that they've printed Yusof bin Ishak face with great detail. he even has eye bags! i haven't come up with silly book titles for, what. two years? i remember in sec one i used to come up with a lot of strange things... so since i'm bored i'll just come up with another nonexistent book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE GUIDE TO SEC FOUR LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome and thank you for buying this book. remember, for every book you buy, i become 10 bucks richer! so first things first, i would to establish that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SEC FOUR. YOU HAVE NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, with that in mind, put down this book for a second, go grab some chips and pack up on those carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now pick the book up again. throughout the year, it's gonna be braincells massacre galore! the chips don't really help. it's just comfort food. don't fret yet friend. just remember, your mom and dad love you loads. i, on the other hand, couldn't care less but nevertheless, i shall give you some advice. this should be your routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go school, come home, eat, study, sleep. oh and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck, i hope you make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3890954946410940576?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3890954946410940576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3890954946410940576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3890954946410940576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3890954946410940576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/02/air-head.html' title='air head'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4193076730008492847</id><published>2009-02-20T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:05:27.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ULTIMATE BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>TODAY, I WENT SO SCHOOL FEELING LIKE I RUBBED SAND PAPER IN MY EYES. in other words, i was abso-positutly tired beyond anything. and when i'm tired, i go all crazy. i went around telling people about the show i watched last night on Okto. there was some people to actually eat hornet larvae (i am tellin ya. that thing is GROSS) and how the more matured ones have to have their shit squeezed out. i'm telling you, the process was gross. the lady squeezed the white larvae and this long brown thing came out and she used her &lt;i&gt;bare hands&lt;/i&gt; to pull it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's more graphic than anything i've ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine. the gross squish-worthy larvae is about 4 cm in length and a lil more than 1 cm in diameter. IT'S SHIT WAS PROBABLY ABOUT 3 CM LUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, Clarissa told me another sequel to the "GREAT JOKES OF PAN!" (pronounced as p-ah-n).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;if pan lao shi ever called her son or her daughter dar (say it singaporean style : dah), then their name would be Pan Dar!&lt;/blockquote&gt;ahaha it probably doesn't sound as funny as it should but i was laughing so much. the first few jokes were super funny! we were talking (more like spluttering since we were laughing so much) what would happen if she named her kids cake, peter, or frying. ahaha it was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, apparently our school has a new song. one that sounds like an elevator song (an annoying one i might add). i feel kinda sorry for the girl who composed cuz it wasn't all that welcomed (hah even the primary kids were stoned about it!) but seriously. it caused me a headache for the entire day cuz it got stuck in my head and was playing on loop, over, and over, and adfiubsdgibakjgvagva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i rememebr correctly, the lyrics were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;la dee da doo doo dee dee da&lt;/span&gt; (yea. we have baby language on the first line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good morning ** ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zao an to you too&lt;/span&gt;(veh random hor, whole song in english then suddenly one "zao an" pop up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a new day ** ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too cool for school &lt;/span&gt;( i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's a new day ** ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;something something something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hula hula wehaveweirduniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dancing spiders islets of Langerhans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;da dee da doo doo dee dee da, da doo.&lt;/span&gt; (and it ends with baby lang too! awesome ya? it's like we don't know how to speak!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;i really really hope they dont make us sing this every monday. who even suggested this anyway? it's not like we're short of school songs! i still remember in primary 1, they gave us a thick book full of songs. i threw it away soon after that. but my point is, why do we need &lt;s&gt;an elevator song&lt;/s&gt; a new school song? really... let's be honest. no one's gonna sing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4193076730008492847?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4193076730008492847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4193076730008492847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4193076730008492847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4193076730008492847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimate-boredom.html' title='ULTIMATE BOREDOM'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5493827725402264691</id><published>2009-01-31T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:11:00.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>huiyi's etiphany</title><content type='html'>i shall narrate this in third person. cuz i've never done that before. it seems fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks ago during another dull lesson of geography, a girl named huiyi had a sudden realisation of a topic completely unrelated to human geography! so she decided to tell her sitting partner, rachel, of her sudden thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know right, adam and eve... they had kids right? then their kids had... kids with each other! isn't that like incest? and then now incest is banned!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel, at this point, was wondering why her friend was paying so much attention to stuff from the bible because considering that despite both of them being born christians, they had never attended church for sunday sessions. ever. okay so maybe rachel sat in for one a long time ago. but that wasnt the point. she realised that huiyi's sudden realisation was... correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so both of them ignored the geog teacher and started talking about incest and why it was banned.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END! (credits to huiyi for her train of thought:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little cousin had a birthday party yesterday and gave out some goody bags with dora the explorer on it. the dora on mine had asian skin (huang pi). hahaha not meant to be a racist comment i swear! it's just so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5493827725402264691?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5493827725402264691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5493827725402264691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5493827725402264691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5493827725402264691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/01/huiyis-etiphany.html' title='huiyi&apos;s etiphany'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-672846481683675030</id><published>2009-01-24T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:58:34.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy early chinese new yarh</title><content type='html'>yay! in commemoration of chinese new year (and because of boredom), i have changed my blogskin again! despite having changed it quite a few times. AH WELL. don't matter that much! AND NEVER YOU MIND THE FACT THAT I CHOSE A BLOGSKIN THAT HAS LINDSAY LOHAN ON IT... the pattern was nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been home folding paper "baskets" for people to put pistachios in or whatever nuts they can find lying around the house (right now we only have watermelon seeds. how do you even eat those?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OHlNI2GSnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OHlNI2GSnQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is the vid. it's pretty clear unless of course you're a newbie or.. have no affinity with paper craft (glares at chengmei). haha i bet she forgot how to fold a paper crane. wouldn't be the first time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man sec four is like GRUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR. there are no words that i can use to describe it. it's.. nuts and i come home everyday feeling like someone boxed me in the eyes cuz they feel so swollen and sting plus i have a teacher who i shall refer to as "alien person" or just "monster" for convenience sake. it's not that's it's mean or anything it's just the monster's emotional stability's a bit off... blame it on the menopause i suppose (oh joy! now we all know the monster's gender!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday the micromouse gang trooped down to the science center for competition! so we all got freebies - this...smal black bag. i think i left mine some where there... it's was so frustrating looking at all the other bots then looking at ours and thinking "ah shit!" seriously. when it was our turn, IT DIED! not once, not twice, but A WHOPPING 438O5489543958 TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime it's just bout to set off, it dies. good luck fellow juniors on pleading for a new bot. the school's too "poor" to spare money for one well performing robot. that's right! no money, no robot. no robot, no productivity. no productivity, we get lectured on not being productive enough. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, there was another attack over at virginia tech. yes. this one was also commited by an asian. i'll spare ye the gory details. now all the american's will look at us asians as being crazed knife /gun wielding barbarians like our ancestors (or not, depending where your family tree sprouted from) a looooooooooooooooooong time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;XING NIAN KUAI LE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SHEN TI JIAN KANG! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DON'T WANNA GROW FATTER!&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/26082441-672846481683675030?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/672846481683675030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=672846481683675030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/672846481683675030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/672846481683675030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-early-chinese-new-yarh.html' title='happy early chinese new yarh'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4775654893101760233</id><published>2009-01-02T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:02:55.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil duds</title><content type='html'>i woke up today at a quarter to twelve and mopped around the house like some ghost. then i went to turn on the computer to play *drum roll*.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;runescape&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; much to my dad's annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after a while, crystal started talking to me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; about humanities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahah&lt;/span&gt; she was freaking out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she couldn't find the stuff on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;edulearn&lt;/span&gt;. then i started freaking out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; MY NEW FT IS MAKING US PAY FOR EVERY PIECE OF HOMEWORK WE DON'T HAND UP! then we were talking about evil teachers and laughing about silly puns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUZZY GREEN MOSS BALLS - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MARIMO&lt;/span&gt;! says:&lt;br /&gt;darn human teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[b][i] (chin up, smile) [/i][/b] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[b][i] (chin up, smile) [/i][/b] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she's crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[b][i] (chin up, smile) [/i][/b] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and they claim to be humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[b][i] (chin up, smile) [/i][/b] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt; note the pun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUZZY GREEN MOSS BALLS - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MARIMO&lt;/span&gt;! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, just in case, i decided to check my account out in case the homework was still there. and while i was searching through the page, i saw the words "HEAVENLY MATHEMATICS" and i was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;?" i showed it to crystal and she was wondering why she didn't have it on her account. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; in any case it's seriously stupid. the introduction was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The goal of this course is to study astronomy in a cultural context. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We will look at questions like: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is the date of Chinese New Year determined? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do the Muslim and Chinese months start on different days? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will the Moon ever look like it does on the Singapore flag? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What date of the year is the earliest sunrise in Singapore? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How did ancient sailors navigate?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;After taking this course you will become conscious of the motion of the Sun and the Moon and notice and question things you have earlier taken for granted.&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You will appreciate mankind's struggle through the ages and throughout the world to understand the mathematics of the heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;wow. ultimate enlightenment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;! mathematics of the heavens! and will the moon ever look like it does on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; flag? well, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dunnoe&lt;/span&gt;. the text size gave me a headache so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; bother reading it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! it will forever remain a mystery.... unless you have it on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;edulearn&lt;/span&gt; and decide to read it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and about appreciating mankind's struggle through the ages.... all i understand about the ages is that men way back then lived up to a max of 35, 40 if he was lucky. and all the kings and queens had sadistic tendencies and enjoyed chopping off peoples heads so much, that they discovered more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sadistic&lt;/span&gt; ways of killing people! whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; making no sense. i shall attempt to do 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mathematical&lt;/span&gt; questions in the time span of one hour! wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4775654893101760233?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4775654893101760233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4775654893101760233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4775654893101760233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4775654893101760233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/01/evil-duds.html' title='evil duds'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8861521734219021294</id><published>2009-01-01T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:03:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frappy new year</title><content type='html'>it's the new year y'all.... 010109.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE LUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok touch wood. i spent the new year in a smurf t-shirt and a pair of shorts in front of the computer playing puzzlebee while have cramps. the count down was the same as any other. get famous people who can't sing to sing and get some other famous people to host. then  you throw in whatever famous bands you can lay your hands on, drag them to singapore and &lt;s&gt;force&lt;/s&gt; pay them to perform (like our athletes) and there. oh yes. and not forgetting the trade mark techno-ed version of that silly new year song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila. happy new year y'all. hoped your ears were too numb from the MC's shouting to notice that the live singing ain't that fab. and for those who witnessed this all on tv, and heard everything clearly, then... i wish you a speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i wouldn't know how bad they were cuz an hour before midnight i was showering. but i'm almost certain that they couldn't have been very good. it's just like our Ferris wheel. our big/huge/ginormous (and costly) Ferris wheel. great in form but when it comes to function, it doesn't really work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm being a grouch. blame it on the cramps i say! haha but it would've been funny if one of the mc's had one of her monthly episodes during the count down. can you imagine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TEN ...NINE ...EIGHT ...SEVEN... SIX... FIVE... FOUR... THREE... TWO... (wait one second) ONE! HAPPY- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ARGH MENSTRUAL CRAMPS&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to sirin about getting everyone to faint tomorrow during assembly. haha she suggests doing it kallang-wave style. i doubt anyone would have the guts to do it though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway happy new year y'all. just a couple more months and then we can diss and bitch about the teachers out loud during prom. whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-8861521734219021294?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8861521734219021294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8861521734219021294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8861521734219021294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8861521734219021294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2009/01/frappy-new-year.html' title='frappy new year'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1237169058948402033</id><published>2008-12-18T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:01:49.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>local heroes</title><content type='html'>i was reading fanfiction just now and sometimes you get those ads up there on the top of the page. well, i was reading this tragic story about how this guy betrays the girl at first then blah blah blah professes undying love but then find out he has this long more to live and all that shit (so much for me dissing korean dramas with story lines much like this. but it had lots of reviews so i figured i'd give it a go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the previous chapter before i went on to the next was on how the girl (with duo power tear glands) was with the now very ill guy and i have to admit it was pretty sad. i thought he'd die in that chapter but no.... he lived! so i clicked to the next chapter, which was the last. and i started laughing at the ad on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was this advertisment about this sleeping center and what made me laugh was the fact that the guy's name said "Dr Remy* &lt;b&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/b&gt;". and i'm like, what?! and no, peter pan is not in his name. i checked (well, DUH. which asian parent in the right mind would put "peter pan" in their kid's name?). haha i seriously don't see the connection or why anyone would add peter pan to their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SUtUGF3VZgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O-Itq48BEI4/s1600-h/kenny+peter+pan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 637px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SUtUGF3VZgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O-Itq48BEI4/s400/kenny+peter+pan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281407451652253186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;runescape update: i got killed two times. one by some idiot mugger and another because of some vengeful tree spirit. ah... the creative minds of the creators... they think of everything don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not his real name. haha sounds likesome newspaper article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1237169058948402033?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1237169058948402033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1237169058948402033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1237169058948402033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1237169058948402033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/12/local-heroes.html' title='local heroes'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SUtUGF3VZgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O-Itq48BEI4/s72-c/kenny+peter+pan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-154811775371042643</id><published>2008-12-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:48:12.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so hellooooooooooo world and whoever so kindly reads this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been playing runescape a little more than i expected. and i've run so many errands for the programmed avatars in the game and i've earned some coins! and looking at the numbers i just feel so accomplished... earning imaginary money i can only use in the game! whoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was running an errand for this baldy called julian. he asked me to chop 25 logs for him cuz he said ,or rather what he was programmed to say, he liked to stock up on supplies or something like that. so after i hacked down 25 trees (oh even the trees are funny. a couple of minutes after reducing them to stumps, they suddenly pop up again! talk about sustainability) and i got paid like 1000+ coins and i was like what the...? AND I ONLY GOT PAID 500+ COINS FOR RUNNING TO AND FRO TO GET FLOUR, WATER, MIX EM' ALL TOGETHER AND COOK EM' TO MAKE 24 LOAVES OF BREAD FOR SOME HUNGRY SMITHING GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when it comes to fishing the only thing i can fish is prawns. half the time i burn them. and it was so amusing cuz this guy clad from head to toe in armous was hogging up the fishing spot. and i finally get to chop oak! cuz i'm level 15 in tree cutting yay! my secret to how i got there : i stood in one spot for ages and cut down all the trees around me repeatedly until whoo! i'm level 15!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was the cow incident. i was in this field full of cows and i come across this cow just standing there and i thought it was for attacking so i was stupidly trying to swing my sword at it. then this milkmaid comes up to me and says "you don't know how to milk cows, do you? well, you first need a bucket...". runes is amusing for the downright bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then i met huiyi there and we were killing goblins and attacking rams! then huiyi wanted to know whther we could attack the ducks but i said probably not or somefink like that and it turns out huiyi found that ducks were attackable! i've yet to try it out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of huiyi, she has requested that i add to this post the following that she has shared with me about the rock /emo / whatever genre / happy happy band known to all as MCR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, keyboardist, something dewees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/STa1SRVJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7sN4wy8CrZs/s1600-h/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/STa1SRVJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7sN4wy8CrZs/s400/james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275603339005521346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiyi says that he looks out of place in the band. and we agree that he looks a tad bit greasy. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(times infinity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and between gerad way and mikey way, she think mikey is hotter. and no. i don't know what he looks like but since they are brothers i assume they look similar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and their bassist.... (haha sorry i forgot what you said about him) was described by a direct source as being "the most unmoving bassist". i think she meant that physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, she feels that gerad way's face looks more defined when his hair is shorter than chin level. in other words, anything below chin level makes him look undefined! haha okay joking. hardcore fans should not take this seriously. if you do, well... all i can say is, take a chill pill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'NIGHT Y'ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-154811775371042643?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/154811775371042643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=154811775371042643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/154811775371042643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/154811775371042643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-hellooooooooooo-world-and-whoever-so.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/STa1SRVJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7sN4wy8CrZs/s72-c/james.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4518451661237048141</id><published>2008-11-23T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:31:59.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed my blogskin again! it looks kinda ugly with the imeem box sticking out at the bottom. haha i was looking at the preview just now and i realised that once you open the blog section, you have to scroll down all the way to get to the other sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that there's the grey box where they have the sign in sign out thingy that blocks the minute picture. oh well. BUT THE BOXES ARE SO FUN! THEY SLIDE OPEN AND CLOSE haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had such a hard time looking on bloskins.com for a good skin. ended up with this one ah well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4518451661237048141?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4518451661237048141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4518451661237048141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4518451661237048141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4518451661237048141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/11/changed-my-blogskin-again-it-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-722539230670630998</id><published>2008-11-23T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:12:05.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;AM &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;SO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BOREDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I WAS SO BORED TODAY, I CREATED ANOTHER RUNESCAPE ACCOUNT! ONLY TO REALISE THAT THE ONLY THING I WAS ABLE TO DO WAS TO FISH FOR PRAWNS AND CHOP DOWN TREES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ( it was super lame. congratulations! you have now reached tree chopping level two! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so after fiddling around with the buttons and attacking random people and running away (AND KILLING 7 TROLLS MUAHAHAHAHA) i decided to leave my dorkiness behind! and what did i do after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to wake up my parents just to annoy them! yayyyyyyyyyyyy! cuz it was 4 in the afternoon and they were being lazy. and cuz i was bored. my dad kicked me for that. and then my sister came and started yelling about me not turning off the toilet lights and she was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister: DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ENERGY YOU WASTE LEAVING THE LIGHTS ON?!&lt;br /&gt;me: no... how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sister:... A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since my brain is bursting with boredom, i will talk about singaporean art! don't we all love local art? *cough* it's just like our local poets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;! *violent cough* ever so.. vibrant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SSk5CbBt2rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KYylrDanfbs/s1600-h/pink+man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SSk5CbBt2rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KYylrDanfbs/s400/pink+man.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271807552591354546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example this.. naked pink statue. very original, not to mention pink, isn't it? his willy's been yellowed out so that my blog won't be rated as one with mature content (huiyi once told me that she couldn't view my blog cuz her computer had a program that blocks sites containing explicit contents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll admit.. there are some good ones... i just probably haven't found them on google pictures yet (despite looking through 5 pages) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught my dad watching this japanese version of buffed up power rangers on OKTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-722539230670630998?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/722539230670630998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=722539230670630998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/722539230670630998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/722539230670630998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-boreded-i-was-so-bored-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SSk5CbBt2rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KYylrDanfbs/s72-c/pink+man.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7370215819043599065</id><published>2008-11-14T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:53:35.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random facts</title><content type='html'>i was on facebook and joined the I LOVE RANDOM INTERESTING FACTS group. it's really ,as the title suggests, random and super amusing. i'll just post some here and bold the ones i find funny... well to me at least! haha enjoy laughing at the randomness of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Part one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30 ft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas aren’t fruit! They are a type of herb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lump of pure gold the size of a matchbox can be flattened into a sheet the size of a tennis court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polar bear's skin is black. Its fur is not white, but actually clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fingernails grow fastest on the hand you favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave&lt;/span&gt;( ahaha i have to try this out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beer commercials, they add liquid detergent to the beer to make it foam more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup was sold in the 1830's as medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most popular sport as a topic for a film is boxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you went out into space, you would explode before you suffocated because there's no air pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the senses, smell is most closely linked to memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth gets heavier each day by tons, as meteoric dust settles on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human birth control pills work on gorillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To burn off one plain M&amp;amp;M candy, you need to walk the full length of a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By raising your legs slowly and laying on your back, you can't sink in quicksand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Wendy was made up for the book Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazon rainforest produces more than 20% the world's oxygen supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 30% of female lottery winners hide their winning ticket in their bras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children laugh about 400 times a day, while adults laugh on average only 15 times a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every three seconds, a new baby is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Ford has a species of spider named after him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean -Claude Van Damme learned to speak English by watching the cartoon 'The Flintstones.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You share your birthday with at least 9 million other people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coconuts kill more people in the world than sharks do. Approximately 150 people are killed each year by coconuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until the 1960's men with long hair were not allowed to enter Disneyland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gloucestershire airport in England used to blast Tina Turner songs on the runways to scare birds away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most cell phone antennas have no purpose other than to make people believe that flipping up a 2 inch antenna just gave them better reception. They are not connected to any circuitry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mostly breathe from only one nostril at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci invented scissors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native Americans do not have to pay tax on their land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quarter of the human brain is used to control the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Under extreme stress, some octopuses will eat their own arms&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (this i wanna see! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jedi' is an official religion, with over 70,000 followers, in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad is the most common name in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a surgeon in Ancient Egypt lost a patient while performing an operation, his hands were cut off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fingerprints of koala bears are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months that begin on a Sunday will always have a 'Friday the 13th'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with blue eyes are better able to see in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cow gives nearly 200,000 glasses of milk in her lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An egg will float if placed in water in which sugar has been added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ball of glass will bounce higher than a ball made of rubber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When glass breaks, the cracks move faster than 3,000 miles per hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men laugh longer, louder, and more often than women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike dogs, pigs, and some other mammals, humans cannot taste water. They taste only the chemicals and impurities in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average housewife walks 10 miles a day around the house doing her chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more telephones than people in Washington, D.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The average human body contains enough iron to make a small nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rat can go without water longer than a camel can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young children can entirely regrow lost fingertips above the top joint, including the bone, skin and nail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kangaroo cannot jump if its tail is off the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97% of all paper money in the US contains traces of cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragonflies have six legs but cannot walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venom of the king cobra is so deadly that just one gram of it can kill 150 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up to the age of six or seven months a child can breathe and swallow at the same time. An adult cannot do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you cut off a snail's eye, it will grow a new one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the males head off.&lt;/span&gt; (interesting... no wonder they rarely show mantises mating on documentaries)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7370215819043599065?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7370215819043599065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7370215819043599065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7370215819043599065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7370215819043599065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-facts.html' title='random facts'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7626005919798149776</id><published>2008-11-10T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T05:44:50.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>career workshop</title><content type='html'>today, we all went to school for the career workshop, or as i like to call it, a complete waste of time and money. except for the parts where we found out our personality types and the funny videos that they showed during the 4 hour &lt;s&gt;snooze fest&lt;/s&gt; workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, huiyi and i were filling up our feedback forms with crap (for feedback to the speakers, well, i kinda wrote some math formula. haha). but the speakers were nice... i was merely mindblowingly bored.  anyhoo i searched youtube for the rowan atkinson clips. haha he's hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEMENTARY DATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2D4KTXkbyto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2D4KTXkbyto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK TIGHTS AND PLENTY OF PROPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AWHzO2c8gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AWHzO2c8gc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING JESUS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NI8kdzcZU28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NI8kdzcZU28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATAL BEATINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBeguUvuDzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBeguUvuDzs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7626005919798149776?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7626005919798149776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7626005919798149776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7626005919798149776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7626005919798149776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/11/career-workshop.html' title='career workshop'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-9086888949410538880</id><published>2008-11-05T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:10:26.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>observations :)</title><content type='html'>so over there i made the conclusion that the dudes there are abnormally stick skinny and the harajuku (or as my dad say, haracukoo in tribute of all the.. unique people there) cosplayers really take their dressing up seriously. i saw this guy wearing this shirt that had boobs on it and this lady with NEON YELLOW HIGHLIGHTS. scary. and some ang mohs joined in the fun but the are no match for the jap cosplayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw lots of guys carrying handbags but i'll just call them manbags to, you know, give em more of a manly flare. so the guys will just walk around carrying their colourful manbags that came in an array of colours (inclusive of a pink one). but of course they look considerably better than singaporean men doing that. here, they wear oversized shirt (that have an arrow pointing downwards saying "heaven this way". joking joking) , printed shorts and flip-flops while carrying their girlfriend's huge handbag. you might say that their being nice, or really secure of their manhood to do so. but i say, THEY HAVE A FETISH FOR HANDBAGS. no just kidding. i have no idea what they were thinking holding &lt;s&gt;handbags&lt;/s&gt; manbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the moms and dads there are really young looking. in fact, they don't look like parents at all. there was this lady who had bleached her hair blonde. she was wearing this puffy vest and really short shorts and fur-rimmed boots. and she was holding hads with two wee little kids. TWO KIDS AND SHE WAS SO SKINNNNNNNYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw this guy with a rocking hair style, a suave black shirt, tight leather pants and black boots. all in all, he looked every bit rockstar-ish... save for the fact that he was pushing a baby pram that was pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious!  and comparing with the peeps here, it's pretty obvious most of the times. the guys usually have the look or responsibility and the dad hairstyle. which is just a flat boring hairstyle. and the moms, well, they just look worn out and dress funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again i may be wrong. ah well. i hate school and potatos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-9086888949410538880?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/9086888949410538880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=9086888949410538880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/9086888949410538880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/9086888949410538880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/11/observations.html' title='observations :)'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-201146631573699849</id><published>2008-11-04T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:17:56.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tokyo shinagawa ueno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SRErX8pmZRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/R2lYRHnYBLw/s1600-h/DSC00328.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/_aAoeK77ySRg/SRErX8pmZRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/R2lYRHnYBLw/s400/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265037129790416146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from japan already and i feel really lazy. anyways, just a random piece of news, i like it when there's turbulence during plane rides cuz it's kinda like those 3d mobile thingies where they seat you in this mechanism that goes up and down as you watch some 3d film... or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the destination that my rents decided to go to was shinagawa and we went to this hotel that had such a pretty lobby but a not so nice room (the sheets had BLOOD STAINS on it!) then we went out to eat dinner at this little ramen store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next day my mom, aunt, grammy and i went to ueno market cuz my mom wanted to look at fish (and eat sample food) and my grandma wanted to buy apples and i didn't want to go to disneyland with my dad and sis cuz he never lets me ride the nice rides (aiyah go for the one that's not so high la! later you fly off the coaster how?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SRErX5ELOLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7z-Mi2EY3Sw/s1600-h/DSC00308.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/_aAoeK77ySRg/SRErX5ELOLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7z-Mi2EY3Sw/s400/DSC00308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265037128828139698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    AUNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way to the market (where we got lost) my aunt was telling my the story of when she and her friend went to Nepal and they were happily drying their clothes and warming themselves in front of this nice warm fire only to find that the fire was fueled by patties of yak poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SRErYBybZ0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sNCASN4vKuM/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SRErYBybZ0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sNCASN4vKuM/s400/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265037131169621826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  OMELETTE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so along the way we passed by a kabuki theater! it looked pretty and i managed to watch some kabuki performances there in japan.... on the hotel tv. the scenery there was nice too. my mom led us to this noodle store and the noodles was fab. a tad bit salty but really good. and we also went to this omelette placey and the omelettes were really delish! i think they put sugar in it too. AND I BOUGHT MITARASHI DANGO AGAIN MUAHAHAHAHA. and my mom was giving me the 'you'll grow fat talk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREsSSG2IlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_1uJIAnxYys/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREsSSG2IlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_1uJIAnxYys/s400/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265038131982639698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;noodlesssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREn_UwNy1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/u9ZJRLm1eE0/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREn_UwNy1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/u9ZJRLm1eE0/s400/DSC00313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033408229002066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kabuki theater! blocked by a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREon_dnowI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NIzUX6SObuw/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREon_dnowI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NIzUX6SObuw/s400/DSC00314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265034106888495874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kabuki theater! now blocked by cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was really hilarious cuz along the way, we saw a couple of old aunties with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; hair! haha it was so funny cuz their hair at the base was white and they ave this crop of purple on top. my aunt and i came to the agreement that they used black dye that was purple based and the black stuff kinda... didnt stick around. so whie my mom was eating free smaples (code term: let's go eat food!) my aunt and i wandered off and found ourselves snapping photos and looking at knife stores. they have lots and lotsa knives! and they even had this huge one with a huge blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREqSR0WCxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H77fe_Mx26g/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREqSR0WCxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H77fe_Mx26g/s400/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265035932881783570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KNIVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREpfmDkaII/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ao6eAakfC78/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SREpfmDkaII/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ao6eAakfC78/s400/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265035062141020290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a lil blurry but click to enlarge. you can see the cute little dinky stuff down there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese people are stick skinny and their shows are quite amusing even though i havent a clue what their talking about. one minute their watching this sad film about this couple breaking up and the next they start laughing cuz this guy got really mad. talk about personality change. and there was this one that was really ridiculous cuz they put three guys alone in this room and for some unknown reason the youngest dude stripped down to his undies... yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-201146631573699849?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/201146631573699849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=201146631573699849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/201146631573699849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/201146631573699849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/11/tokyo-shinagawa-ueno.html' title='tokyo shinagawa ueno'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SRErX8pmZRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/R2lYRHnYBLw/s72-c/DSC00328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-617139944741849615</id><published>2008-10-19T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:05:58.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oleh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YAY! HAPPY 3OOTH POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay so now that that's over, i found some cool vids (and one not so cool vid) on youtube. yippe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUGGY FUGGY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDrhqci-Lgs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDrhqci-Lgs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lil' fella is so cute! egg shaped head full of stupidity and a body too small for it! haha and all he says is "FUGGY FUGGY!" haha it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fist of fuggy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/71TotG0N8jo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/71TotG0N8jo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song about fuggy and silly monsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;spongebob squarepants - frankendoodle censored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JW589qwkLxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JW589qwkLxI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha some dude went to censor out all the innocent words so it all sounds wrong now! use your imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;funny ping pong match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5TvuGouo48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5TvuGouo48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. the agility of the chinese athletes... BAHAHAHAHA this one was so hilarious! haha should totally try doing it during PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: the following is pretty stupid (not to mention very lame) and it's basically for those who want to learn how to swear in sign language. why? cuz it's a marilyn manson song! scattered with profanities! and a guy free enough to do a vid of how to 'sing' it in sign language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaAmlhzELpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AaAmlhzELpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-617139944741849615?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/617139944741849615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=617139944741849615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/617139944741849615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/617139944741849615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/10/oleh.html' title='oleh!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1037701725896951762</id><published>2008-10-13T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:08:06.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robyn</title><content type='html'>i was reading perez and i found this video of robyn's cover of cobrastyle. the song's nice and the video's really cool! i checked some of her videos on youtube and the songs are so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;robyn - cobrastyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/an3AOVedlN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/an3AOVedlN4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;robyn - konichiwa bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's a bit sick. the monkey thing is cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f55NARJq84A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f55NARJq84A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robyn - be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Hv7Vl0RbBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Hv7Vl0RbBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her songs are pretty catchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1037701725896951762?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1037701725896951762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1037701725896951762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1037701725896951762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1037701725896951762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/10/robyn.html' title='robyn'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3373346277284140010</id><published>2008-10-09T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:04:04.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the drama</title><content type='html'>i changed my blogskin! again! cuz it was dull ( like chengmei! AHAHA joking joking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channel 8 dramas are seriously all about drama. it's got so much drama, it's completely ridiculous. and they have actors that say their lines like their bored. for example my mom was watching a replay of this ancient channel 8 drama and the scene takes place at a construction worksite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i can't really remember the lines exactly, i'll just improvise. so some uncle, who i'll name Chee Ko Peh (CKP in short), and his son, who's name shall be Bo Bo, came looking for a 'Thai' construction worker called Padangtang or something like that. the reason for the inverted commas is because despite the fact that he's a supposed thai worker, he can speak chinese pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a lady boss wearing ridiculously business-like cloths in a &lt;b&gt;construction place&lt;/b&gt; and some unknown worker (really bad actor by the way) who's showing her around. the old woman's name will be tai tai and the &lt;s&gt;bad actor&lt;/s&gt; unknown worker shall be Lao Po Bing (LPB in short).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scene from a ridiculously dramatic drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CKP&lt;/span&gt;: eh! that's him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BoBo&lt;/span&gt;: who? who? (turns head from side to side for exaggerated effect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CKP&lt;/span&gt;: (walks over to Padang) eh you! you cheat me of my money! gimme back my money! or i'll squeeze you! ( that was actually what the subtitles said... in a scene before this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padang&lt;/span&gt;: HUH? who are you? i've never seen you before! let me go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BoBo&lt;/span&gt;: what about that promise you made Padang?! why are you doing this?!WE'LL SEND YOU BACK TO THAILAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padang&lt;/span&gt;: no! no! please don't! i'll pay you back your $120! please don't send me back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel's note: please luh! if you want to lie about cheating people's money, at least lie all the way!  stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after a few dramatic moments, Padang decides to threaten his life by stand on the edge of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padang&lt;/span&gt;: stop it! or i'll jump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CKP&lt;/span&gt;: jump la jump la! see if i care! you're lying! you're probably too scared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BoBo&lt;/span&gt;: (most ironically) no don't jump! we won't send you back there! we swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CKP&lt;/span&gt;: go on! jump! WAIT DON'T JUMP I WANT MY MONEY BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the base of the building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tai tai&lt;/span&gt;: hey, what's that up there? (shields eyes and squints. not that she needs to, considering that asian eyes are already squinty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LPB&lt;/span&gt;: (monotonously) oh. it is a worker committing suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel's note: he said it like it happens all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so stupid/funny and my mom was completely engrossed with it. but then again, she LOVES drama. we have like plenty of korean drama CDs chucked around the tv. all of them are non-funny (how boring) stories about love decagons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is &lt;u&gt;attempting&lt;/u&gt; to beat box. she's trying... and i don't think she's having much success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3373346277284140010?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3373346277284140010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3373346277284140010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3373346277284140010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3373346277284140010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-drama.html' title='oh the drama'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8162274996921047576</id><published>2008-09-26T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:51:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold storage adverts</title><content type='html'>i went to cold storage just now with my mom cuz i was bored. so i went there to squander her moolah! joking joking..... although i was &lt;i&gt;kinda&lt;/i&gt; responsible for the overall price coming to be around 81 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while my mom was paying for the food, i went to look at the advertisements that were pinned up on the big bulletin board. i was scanning through the stuff (coffee maker, trapoline, action figure, breast feeding pillow... a used one that is) and i saw this advertisement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mandarin Tutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;internationally aclaimed tutor from godknowswhere. effectively bilingual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i wasn't sure if the person was exaggerating but i figured from what i read so far that she probably isn't that bad. then i went to the middle part and almost burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.... beautiful, good voice. good fashion sense....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, bimbo, serioudly. who's gonna hire you as a mandarin tutor because you have good fashion sense and are, i quote, 'beautiful'? really. plus, look at our chinese teachers. majority aren't all that, ahem, good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i came home, made macaronie, felt fat, and went to watch teevee :) must study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-8162274996921047576?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8162274996921047576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8162274996921047576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8162274996921047576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8162274996921047576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/09/cold-storage-adverts.html' title='cold storage adverts'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-339314478165122111</id><published>2008-09-26T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:36:47.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kidney stones.</title><content type='html'>with the poisoned milk crazed going 'bout, my sister is getting more paranoid by the minute. one second she tells the maid that she shouldn't cook or eat blah blah blah and the next minute she's screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OHMYGOSH YOU SEND RABBIT CANDY BACK TO YOUR SON RIGHT, ROSE?! HAS HE EATEN?! IS HE SICK (touch wood touch wood) AND AND BABY (my wee little cousin. her name's charisse,  i think, but everyone call's her baby. with the exception of me) ALSO ATE CANDY THE OTHER DAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was studying and i told her to shut it and then she goes all "whaddeva".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay two more weeks to end of end of exams and i am looking forward to it! YIPPEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-339314478165122111?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/339314478165122111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=339314478165122111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/339314478165122111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/339314478165122111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/09/kidney-stones.html' title='kidney stones.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3485220546053847883</id><published>2008-09-12T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:46:44.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reason numero uno</title><content type='html'>one reason why guys in the west think that asians are losers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0NMWGz4u0k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0NMWGz4u0k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-klCBXcNNa4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-klCBXcNNa4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwUbm6gSIyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwUbm6gSIyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha they call themselves hou she nan shen. Back Dorm Boys. okay who am i kidding. they're quite funny. and at the same time, maybe a tad bit painful to watch:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3485220546053847883?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3485220546053847883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3485220546053847883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3485220546053847883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3485220546053847883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/09/reason-numero-uno.html' title='reason numero uno'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-6224351733913537175</id><published>2008-09-05T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:44:47.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.K. Bowling</title><content type='html'>my com crashed and for the last few days, blogger refused to work! so anyways, i was reading this article on msn news and i found it so amusing. and the title was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="article_title"&gt;Drag queen Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha here's a &lt;a href="http://entertainment.sg.msn.com/Celebrity-Gossip/article.aspx?cp-documentid=1657353"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; so you can read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the article says that radcliffe wants to do drag so he can wear loads of eye make up. and i'm like, ou don't have to be in a dress to wear loads of eye make up... i mean look at all the emo kids! panda eyes are totally in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the article also mentions that 'he has no interest in finding a girlfriend because he is too busy.' right.. at this point, i'm starting to think that this guy's a bit, how should i put this, curved (hint: either you're straight or you're______).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i read the last part and i kinda sorta found it funny cuz he says: '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most of my friends have been girls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I see how they are with their boyfriends and I think, I couldn't do that. I just don't have the time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. he's definitely curved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea this is kinda late but thanks y'all for my birthday presents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-6224351733913537175?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/6224351733913537175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=6224351733913537175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6224351733913537175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6224351733913537175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/09/jk-bowling.html' title='J.K. Bowling'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7056469078263876769</id><published>2008-08-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:58:36.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>this is the first time i'm blogging on my birthday. thanks everyone who wished me a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what my parents told me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;happy birthday girl! i go run marathon now ah!&lt;br /&gt;-mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;eh! why are you watching this... this cartoon thing (anime)! today is your birthday! you should be studying!&lt;br /&gt;-dad&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sister was emo-ing out on the couch all day pretending to look feverish (i'm not being mean. trust me. i've seen her do this many times. and it is fake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my parents came home and i wanted to go out and buy stuff to make mitarashi dango and immediately, my ill sister jumped up from the couch stating that she has dancing class. but she wanted to go to the supermarket so my mom let her skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after scooting around the mall like an idiot trying to find ingredients (i accidentally spilt an open bag of bamboo skewers. it was so embarrassing) and trying to find my hiding mom from among the aisles, i come across this mitarashi dango pre-mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to stab the packet. i was looking for all kinds of funny sounding rice flour and glutinous rice powder and mirin, which my dad misheard for 'urine' ("urine? why you need  urine? down here where to find?"), only to find this... this silly pre-mix right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crouching by the shelf trying to see the english names of the flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i stand up, there it is! on the top shelf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i bought candy and we ate bento for dinner. by the time we got home, all the crispy stuff was all soggy. but it was still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poptarts rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7056469078263876769?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7056469078263876769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7056469078263876769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7056469078263876769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7056469078263876769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4851875532548258823</id><published>2008-08-29T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:43:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>yesterday we celebrated teachers day. well, actually, everyone but me was celebrating teachers day. i have basically given up on buying presents for teachers. but of course with a few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, if i am able to remain happy ten days before teachers day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, if the teachers are nice. (number two doesn't really apply if number one doesn't work out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from 8 to 10, it was maths drill. i had the worst time ever keeping up. so towards the end i crawled  to the back of class and started talking to annice about twilight, some local movie, and digimon.  don't ask. i forgot how the topics came to end at digimon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the hall and watched all the teachers play pictionary. min yee was bent making 'contact' with me. she tells me that every time a person makes contact with someone or something, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thousand cells &lt;/span&gt;die. scary, eh? then we were having a smack-fest. she hit me so hard, that her hand print was still on my leg 20 minutes later! I'LL SUE YOU MINYEE FOR CAUSING ME DISTRESS! MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she gave me a nice little cupcake for my early present so i partially forgiven her. (by partially i mean like, 20%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday, we had to go for the NJRC presentation. we spent 3 hours talking about junk and changing the teacher's laptop wallpaper before we presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we came back for CCA and debra was watching prom night and xi yuan and i were flooding xiwen's tag board. and my juniors were busy laughing at some show they were watching. my curiosity got the better of me so i went over to see what they were watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was some jap man trying to speak english. it was so hilarious. but the gross part is that if the students laughing while watching him, they get their behinds canned (yes. i know. ew. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNc177xtd6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNc177xtd6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another one from kevjumba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayo7JQ_3B18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayo7JQ_3B18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4851875532548258823?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4851875532548258823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4851875532548258823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4851875532548258823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4851875532548258823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-still-alive.html' title='i&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3022538213892407519</id><published>2008-08-23T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:55:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was youtubing again and i found this really good french singer, Emilie Simon. there is this video Dame de Lotus that it really really cool. the video is really nice. and there's a little chinese -y music in the background. it's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf5olM0v9-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qf5olM0v9-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another one. the beginning's a bit weird so consider yourselves warned. good video. i realise it's all very floral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMDunGVx7uU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMDunGVx7uU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's in english. same person. this one's a personal favorite! the animation characters are so cute! the song and the video make a strange combi. cuz it's all gloomy and she's singing about... flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_1MR2XOjz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_1MR2XOjz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is also in english, called desert. and the video features ... you guessed it! more flowers! but this time, she pulls them out from an opening on her arm. no blood! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdOAfHPvbf8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdOAfHPvbf8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3022538213892407519?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3022538213892407519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3022538213892407519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3022538213892407519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3022538213892407519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-youtubing-again-and-i-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7782006266826523906</id><published>2008-08-22T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:07:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school blues</title><content type='html'>school. is. so. firetrucking. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. hate. school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the. teachers. are. super. sedated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today during maths, i shifted to the back to sit next to elizabeth cuz i was bored of writing over the 'National Education' post it that has incoherent sentences in faint ink in the background (we must ourselves defend or something along the lines of bad grammar). i wrote about cows, dried fruits, and if i remember correctly, fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden, i was being pelted with markers with those stamp like thingies on the end of the marker. huiyi and elizabeth, if you're reading this, I CAN'T GET IT OFF. AND HUIYI THAT SPIRAL YOU STAMPED ON MY THIGH IS SUPER PROMINENT.  damn you! now my arm really looks diseased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if that wasn't amusing enough, elizabeth and cheng mei started having a little game of tic tac toe on my wrist. haha elizabeth was winning but cheng mei cheated on put a huge "O" that stretched over two spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lixin! i know you are reading this! AT LEAST TAG AND SAY HELLO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7782006266826523906?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7782006266826523906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7782006266826523906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7782006266826523906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7782006266826523906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-blues.html' title='school blues'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8472266473414674268</id><published>2008-08-15T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:18:24.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert some shakespeare quote here*</title><content type='html'>i fell asleep early last night. or evening i should say. and i had this weird dream where everyone was in negatives (you know, the camera function that make people look dark or white when their actually opposite.... which meant that i had a black skin tone. I'M NOT BEING RACIST!) and everyone just walks around and when they open their mouths the national anthem starts playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly the colour comes back and i start falling into this hole that just so happened to appear from under me. as i was falling i saw a light and just as i was about to fall into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. i hit my head and woke up. i swear. i'll burn that bed frame when my sister no longer needs it. it's friggin hazardous. but pretty useful considering the fact that i haven't fallen out of bed so far. BUT ONLY BECAUSE MY CONSTANT HEAD BANGING AGAINST THE SILLY LADDER KNOCKS ME AWAKE BEFORE I FALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the doctors and was having a glare competition when one of the guys who worked there. he said my weight so loudly. i wanted to head-butt him. all the people who work there were pretty loud too. there was this lady who i assumed was just going for the new student check up thingy (check eyesight, check for any bodily abnormalities, blood test urine test, and the weighing and stuff) and then the counter woman yelled her name and asked her very loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how big is your wart ah?! hah? say what? can draw out anot? liddat not considered small you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was sitting right in front so... i GUESS i wasn't reallllllly eavesdropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching this hilarious kevjumba video and his dad is so funny. haha not intensionally i bet but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDigaWrvCq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDigaWrvCq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuts! and the yellow m&amp;m's part was kinda funny (you know.. the standard labeling for asians... huang pi. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywWmGbpUKXM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywWmGbpUKXM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one with the woman with the youtube account name "happyslip"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEG-asFNQsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEG-asFNQsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-8472266473414674268?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8472266473414674268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8472266473414674268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8472266473414674268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8472266473414674268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/insert-some-shakespeare-quote-here.html' title='*insert some shakespeare quote here*'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3113923054787806387</id><published>2008-08-10T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:14:50.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>engrish</title><content type='html'>you know how some asians pronounce their "l"s as "r" vice versa and their 'b"s as "v"? i was goofing around on uncyclopedia and i came across this article :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;Engrish&lt;/h1&gt;       &lt;h3 id="siteSub"&gt;From Uncyclopedia, the content-free encyclopedia.&lt;/h3&gt;              &lt;div id="jump-to-nav"&gt;Jump to: &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Engrish#column-one"&gt;navigation&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Engrish#searchInput"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- start content --&gt;    &lt;!-- adserver=L FAST_TOP 589 --&gt;&lt;div id="adSpace0"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I know he rocar cause he no use good glammal!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;code&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Landom Asian on Vad Glammal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;haha here's my translation for you slow ones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i know he local cause he no use good grammer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-random asain on bad grammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to edit the spelling errors! it's just too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've got a handfull of quotes hahaha read the article &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Engrish"&gt;here .&lt;/a&gt;yea you click on the "here" word. why? because current technology allows me to insert a link in one word! fascinating isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha here are the quotes with translations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It's erection day at schoor to detelmine the new crass readels"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;it's election day at school to determine the new class leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You ale worthress Arec Barrwin!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;you are worthless alec ballwin(?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Comme ci comme ca!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;(what the hell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I learry rike rocky road."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i really like rocky road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm a ritter vit ronery!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm a little bit lonely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You Amelicans neber tark nomar."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;you americans never talk normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"GOD DAMN MONGORIANS!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD DAMN MONGOLIANS! (i didnt write this. i swear!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh, herro."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;oh, hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No Smorking. Vanning wirr happen"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;no smoking. banning will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bat ale you sinking avout?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;what are you thinking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh, clap!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;oh, crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think I thoo eye puthicath"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i think i saw a puddycat? (i haven't the foggiest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm a fawking rovstal bish!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm a fawking lobster whaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Arr your vase are verong to us!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;all your base are belong to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vonjoul"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;bonjour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se faile ra bise"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Belubetto Levoruva"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;bald leopard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ooh! Led Snappah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ooh! red snappah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gaw' damn Mogrowrians!!!! You leck my shitty waw!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;gaw' damn monglorians!!!! you reck my shitty whackadingdingidunnoewhatthisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm just a simpull Shinese man lunnin my Shitty Wak!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm just a simple chinese man running my shitty wok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Chirdlen, crap youl hands with Ermo!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;children, clap your hands with elmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Herro, Shitty Wok, oh just a second. Herro Shitty Ailrines"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;hello, shitty wok, oh wait a second. hello shitty airlines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ret's arr crap fol dis man's erection bictoly!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;let's all clap for this man's election victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cut face, 500 yen"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;square butt, 500 yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sow wirr dat ve 2 shitty flied lice?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;so will that be two shitty fried rice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I learry rike fried lice."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i really like fried rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ITS FRIED RICE YOU PLICK!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;IT'S FRIED RICE YOU PRICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ooh, you ugry vrack one."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ooh, you ugly black one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm so rownrey."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;i think this says "i'm so lonely" again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vat you mean Japanrese pee pore habing tluvre plonouncing rettel aal[r] and rettel ewrr[l]?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;what you mean japanese people having trouble pronounce letter  "r" and letter "l"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fack you man!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;understood worldwide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"C'mon twinkre, why don't you crap youl hands?!" -&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/index.php?title=Koda_Kumi&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Koda Kumi"&gt;Koda Kumi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/index.php?title=Koda_Kumi&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Koda Kumi"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;c'mon twinkle, why dont you clap your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wen sniff &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Grue" title="Grue"&gt;Glue&lt;/a&gt;, head get learry right."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;when sniff glue, head get really light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Mr_winkler_is_GAY" title="Mr winkler is GAY"&gt;Mistel Winkrel is GAY!!1!&lt;/a&gt; He is the wolst teachel ebel he SUXS!!2!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;mister winkler is GAY!!! he is the worst teacher ever he SUX!!! (tis sounds like bobby lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lememvel to Mayol Youl peers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" - Ming Rou on measuling peliods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;incomprehensible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3113923054787806387?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3113923054787806387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3113923054787806387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3113923054787806387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3113923054787806387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/engrish.html' title='engrish'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7700855347553111950</id><published>2008-08-04T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:23:07.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wordle.net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/104283/mass_of_words" title="Wordle: mass of words"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/104283/mass_of_words" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing is so cool. and yea. anonymous fowl was a name i came up with. don't insult it. it'll be a well known name. one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7700855347553111950?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7700855347553111950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7700855347553111950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7700855347553111950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7700855347553111950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/wordlenet_04.html' title='wordle.net'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-6467654090105137201</id><published>2008-08-04T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:56:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzy</title><content type='html'>i probably should be studying now but i'm too lazy. and my books are so far away..... (in short, i'm lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. this friday, everyone is going to stand in the middle of the road under the scorching sun while blabbering the pledge incoherently. this 'magical' and 'once in a lifetime experience' of saying the pledge in the middle of the road probably only lasts like, what, less than 5 minutes. yet we have to report to school &lt;i&gt;3 hours&lt;/i&gt; in advance. i think the school is embarrassed of how weird the situation would be if one or two people fainted of heat stroke during the 'magical' moment. so they figured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why not let the whole upper primary and all of the secondary sections stand for three hours before the spectacular grand event? then they'd get all jelly-legged and they'll all faint together! looks nicer that way! then we can say we made them fall down on purpose. definitely better than one or two people fainting at a time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO JUST STANDING THERE LIKE BOZOS FOR THREE HOURS. i repeat. THREE HOURS (the power of repetitions!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should all bring those little collapsible doremon fans and wear bright yellow duck hats on our heads and sing "kumbaya my lord" AND force the elder folk of the school to join us in our little merry making. and because they seem so miffed about our lack of human decency (not kowtowing whenever the elder folk walk past) we'll hang our heads as if we're mourning. in return they'd have to greet us back. how? they'd have to do a whole 90 degree bend. for all those years in primary school we stupidly went to bow whenever they walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to be COMPLETELY IGNORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem chem go away come again some other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-6467654090105137201?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/6467654090105137201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=6467654090105137201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6467654090105137201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6467654090105137201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuzzy.html' title='fuzzy'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-391205642134850811</id><published>2008-08-01T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:25:53.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random piece of news</title><content type='html'>i got a call just now from this weird dude. weird weird weird dude i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;man: hello! my name is %$*))(&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;man: hello! my name is(*^(*^*&amp;amp;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;man: who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: what the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;man: who are you? open your door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: i think you've got the wrong number. and how did you get my number? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;man: no no! my name is &amp;amp;^)(*&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: how did you get this number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;man: (something something) business man! business girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people nowadays are cukoo. who calls and asks "who are you?" honestly. couldn't they think of a better script to use as a prank call conversation? che.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-391205642134850811?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/391205642134850811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=391205642134850811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/391205642134850811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/391205642134850811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-piece-of-news.html' title='random piece of news'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-9134180986061987522</id><published>2008-08-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:46:27.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school school blah</title><content type='html'>for the last three days, i've been horrendously bored. it's the whole "teacher comes in i stand up, greet, sit down fall asleep and say wake up to say goodbye" scenario. borrrrrrrrrrrrrring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese teacher didnt come for the last two days. so everyone starts running up and down class trying to achieve the greatest noise ever made from a group of 30 odd people award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths teacher was present for all three days. i dont know how to comment on this. i was probably asleep for most of the lessons. oh and did you know that whenever i zone out, lixin tells me that i look like i'm paying attention. cool huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and flabby chem teacher was also, &lt;s&gt;unfortunately&lt;/s&gt; fortunately, present. she'll scribble unreadable things on the board, hollar, laugh ( God knows what she was laughing at ), and of course, go "IT'S SO SIMPLE. IF YOU DONT KNOW THIS BY KNOW, YOU'LL &lt;b&gt;FAIL&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;someone hand her a chill pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english teacher... well..... she comes in class one day and tells us that we have a compre test that she just heard about the day before. and yesterday while we were supposed to do an activity, she was going on about her daughter. that person can go on for hours and no one will give a hoot about what she's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and social studies teacher. two words: NOODLE HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the other day my dad was in the papers cuz he was doing some interview. my mom saw the paper, walked up to my dad and told him "you look fat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-9134180986061987522?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5469366604801475200</id><published>2008-07-29T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:48:46.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>david blaine.</title><content type='html'>david blaine street magic 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkjTeN6jGTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkjTeN6jGTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david blanie street magic 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHbYTm8U1v8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHbYTm8U1v8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david blaine street magic 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTqsV3q7rRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTqsV3q7rRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5469366604801475200?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5469366604801475200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5469366604801475200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5469366604801475200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5469366604801475200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/07/david-blaine.html' title='david blaine.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4941751725922826793</id><published>2008-07-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:58:09.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night live</title><content type='html'>here's a few saturday night videos. parental guidance advised. consider yourself warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie portman.... raps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8e6-IeQ0aw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8e6-IeQ0aw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so vulgar haha but it's super hilarious. couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32WjO7IiHpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32WjO7IiHpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when animals attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ezFxrZDDqQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ezFxrZDDqQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4306163086693262571</id><published>2008-07-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:04:29.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>this quiz was taken from sirin's blog. credits to her and her friend natz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. If you could organise a music festival, which 5 bands would you choose to perform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MAYER&lt;br /&gt;JASON MRAZ&lt;br /&gt;JACK JOHNSON&lt;br /&gt;meiko and&lt;br /&gt;matt duke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. If you could pick a musical to live in, which would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.... mama mia?&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's the only one i can watch without cringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. If you were given a million dollars and had 1 day to spent it all, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd buy cds, chips, chocolate, METAL PICKS, those really really expensive luxury cars, import stuff online (hey! when you have a million dollars, you can AFFORD to import all sorts of useless gizmos), and a lifetime supply of taffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4a) If you were stranded on an island, what sandwich would you bring? (inspired by Chuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TURKEY HAM AND VEGGIE SUBWAY SANDWICH WITH EXTRA CHEEEEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  b) what movie would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADAGASCAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  c) what book would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;The Great Expectation! joking. who brings Charles Dickens books to a deserted island. i'd totally bring the karma sutra though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. If there was a day where you could commit a crime and not get caught, what would the crime be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be robbing a bank in broad daylight. GUANG MING ZHEN DA. i dont think that was the right proverb but whatever. sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. If you could choose one fictional character to be your best friend, who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know... maybe some dude with magical powers. oh. i know. spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;can laugh all day blowing bubbles and acting like retardes while prancing around jellyfish fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. If you could choose a TV/Movie cast to be part of, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8a. If you could pick a designer to wear for the rest of your life, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a doubt, zara. haha. i have no idea why. the other brands dont appeal to me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  b. a food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACARONI AND CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. If you could bring back one person from the dead and interview him/her, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell would i want to bring someone back from the dead. that would be so creepy. um, heath ledger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. If you could have the wedding of your dreams, what would it be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be like a masquerade ball :D like the one in van helsing! it was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. If you could switch bodies with a member of the opposite sex, who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thomas beatie. i mean, technically, he's  still a girl right? but yet a man. so i suppose that's counted. and as for why? I DONT WANNA CHANGE BODIES WITH A MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; 12. If you woke up one morning next to Ashlee Simpson, and realised you were in the body of Pete Wentz, how would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd get up, scream, walk to the bathroom and tweeze my hideous eyebrows. then i'd go tell "my wife" to get some singing lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;13. If you could lose your virginity to anyone in the world, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;14. If you could create a really silly holiday, what would it be like? (eg. sandwich day, everyone must eat sandwiches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone beat up the bad teacher's day! yes. it will replace teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;15. If you could raid anyone's wardrobe, whose would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene simmons. i wonder if he has those spike-y boots of his.&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/26082441-4306163086693262571?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4306163086693262571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4306163086693262571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4306163086693262571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4306163086693262571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8356020728838090581</id><published>2008-07-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:28:27.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETURN OF THE BLOGGING BLOGGER</title><content type='html'>so this post has been very over due. i have been very very busy (and lazy) to drag ,myself to post.... despite the fact that i'm at the computer most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday i went for CIP. i met sirin alonng the way to the place. and we reached there, we met cheryl! yay. then we met debra and her sister. and her sister's friends. and then debra's friends came. and lastly, esther came. so everyone came. then we were just sitting around shaking legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirin lent me her jamie scott cd and realised that she was the only one wearing black. and she showed me her black shoes that she got for 2 euros. then we went to set up tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that was done, we sat there wondering if anyone would buy the (sorry little kids who made the paper mache) not so good looking paper mache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then blah blah blah and we earned 4 HUNDREEEED AND 34 DOLLLAHS. no including all those little coins at the bottom of the container. and joanna who was recording the items sold said that we earned more than we sold....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares. it's the &lt;s&gt;money&lt;/s&gt; tokens of kindness that were generously showered upon us that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i went out with sirin to the heeren and after walking into HMV and buying THE POSTAL SERVICE'S ALBUM, we went to see the ear piercer person. she was nice. but as sirin said, she looked weird. so after walking around and contemplating, sirin got her ear pierced! and i felt sick. walking around with a sore throat and a headache is no small feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we walked to this place and that then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll go steal quizes from people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-8356020728838090581?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8356020728838090581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8356020728838090581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8356020728838090581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8356020728838090581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/07/return-of-blogging-blogger.html' title='RETURN OF THE BLOGGING BLOGGER'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3045048894508811420</id><published>2008-07-05T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:16:37.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flag day/ knot picking</title><content type='html'>today, poor me got up at what time? 7.30 IS THE MORNING. why? TO GO AND SMELL AMMONIA WHILE WAITING FOR COIN COLLECTING TINS AT THE SPCA. so i shared a tin with elissa cuz i didnt bring my ezlink card. so from SPCA, we travelled all the way to novena united square! NAY! i mean, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i didnt bring my ezlink, i had to get the green card thingy so i was kinda embarrassed cuz i didn't know what to do with the machine ("does anyone of you know how to use this thing?"). and elissa-nimble-fingers (she can get a note into that mish-mash of metal WITHOUT it getting pushed out!) help me force a green card of out that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elissa and i were patrolling this stretch of pavement in front of united square. the first few people were nice but then we met 'flat face' who just looked at us, then to the tin, then gave us a perfect view of his side profile. which was relatively flat. haha we got ignored a few times and i was clutching to the stickers like my life depended on it while elissa did all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around, met little kids, did some second hand smoking and a couple of 'u' turns in and out of the air-conditioned mall. hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i also mention that ling hui and clarissa had planted themselves where the flow of the crowd was and practically left us dumbfounded when breaking the news that linghui had collected &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two ten dollar notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. so then we went to pizza hut for lunch and took photos and joked about stuff that i can't remember AND I ATE 1 PIECE + 1/2 PIECE + 1/6 PIECE = ??!!!! PIECES OF PIZZA (yes i know. it must come as a shock but i'm not the most talented person when it comes to &lt;s&gt;maths&lt;/s&gt; fractions). AND MINIMELTS YEA. haha i was still hungry after the pizza, which by the way cost a bomb (damn inflation), and everyone was looking at me like i was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back after that and took the mrt again. we met fishman on the way back to SPCA and he was sleeping with his mouth opened like a fish. and i laughed at him. not intentionally really... it was really funny haha. his expression was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom and dad fetched me to go to addam's road to eat. my mom asked me what i wanted for dinner and when i said "mian", her mouth formed and "o" and she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you can speak chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. i bet my cousin taught my mom that phrase. it's his catch phrase whenever in that rare instant i decide to speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was dropped off nearby where i met debra. we went into the place and stoned. so when the guy came, we were briefed and i was made to unpick knots and tighten them while the guy asked debra to call people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also told me that i look serious. i wanted to yell at him. mostly cuz i was tired. did he expect me to smile and inquire about what i am to do with myself while he discussed issues with his friend? i wanted to stab him with paperclips. because they were within my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now listening to bach's air in g-string ( DONT LAUGH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3045048894508811420?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3045048894508811420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3045048894508811420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3045048894508811420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3045048894508811420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/07/flag-day-knot-picking.html' title='flag day/ knot picking'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7458782218144639864</id><published>2008-06-29T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:55:36.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cca competitions.</title><content type='html'>and so, last week, tuesday, i left school at 8 something to go for a competition! alright ignore that exclaimation mark. it wasn't all that fun. for one the place the competition was supposed to take place in was &lt;i&gt;freezing&lt;/i&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to save money, teacher thought it would be nice if three people sat in his car while the other sat in taxis to go to the poly. so jane, xiwen and debra were the *ahem* lucky few. when we got to the place, debra told about this guy who walked past her while openly picking his nose for gold. oh. and we forgot to bring the wire so we had to borrow. again. it happened last year during NJRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after registering and stuff, we settled down and started asking stupid questions and then we went to the canteen for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought some cheese thing and siwen and debra bought takopachis. and we saw paul twohill.... HE HAS LONGER HAIR THAN ME. then we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a row of empty seats in front of us that was separating us from the boy school in front (they were playing some weird computer game called taxi rush or something. ironically, the "taxi" was actually some trishaw thingy that was being pulled by some old man.) and one of the guys went in front of us and bent down to tell something to his friend. and there was the infamous butt-crack-exposed-due-to-low-riding-pants scene. at that point i took interest in the lights on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after another round of asking stupid questions and wondering why xiwen was studying chemistry while debra and i were re-acting the madtv "can i have yo number?" and saying phrases like "THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD LOOKS RIDICULOUS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while xiwen was studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this weirdo in front who kept burping and it was not just one time. it was a whole continuous stream of burps. haha then when it was our turn to go down to run the mouse, the mouse died. and then we had timeout and someone fixed it. then halfway through the maze, the thing went haywire and i wanted to smash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buy a smoothie but in the end i didnt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7458782218144639864?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7458782218144639864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7458782218144639864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7458782218144639864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7458782218144639864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/06/cca-competitions.html' title='cca competitions.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1397940570810248353</id><published>2008-06-29T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:24:01.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's a disturbing story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Tinky Donks woke up one morning feeling like something was wrong with her face. so got up from her bed and dragged herself to the mirror. she gasped in horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;she poked at the group of acne resembling the great wall of china that danced across her forehead and attempted to burst a few. but her plan didn't work as the pus just went into her eye and she was momentarily blinded. as if things couldn't get any worst, Tinky Donks got up and tripped over a chair and fell face first into a half eaten cream pie. she got up and sat back down in front of her mirror and looked up at her hair (or where it should have been) only to find that she was BALD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm bored.... beyond bored.... and this certain someone keeps irritating me.... yes... that certain someone is Tinky Donks and i hope all of this happens to her one day. especially falling into a cream pie face first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, it doesn't sound that good an idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8265754829247627157</id><published>2008-06-13T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:06:11.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mad tv. again.</title><content type='html'>haha madtv rocks! haha they did one for criss angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1-1PkdQj4s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1-1PkdQj4s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flavor flav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JURoXDabtq8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JURoXDabtq8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albanian idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWRlvI5e3gA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWRlvI5e3gA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-8265754829247627157?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8265754829247627157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8265754829247627157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8265754829247627157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8265754829247627157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/06/mad-tv-again.html' title='mad tv. again.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5961571047034769612</id><published>2008-06-13T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:14:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the video joy</title><content type='html'>i was surfing youtube and i found this cute video. it's not really cute cute but i find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/91lQK5SCzlQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/91lQK5SCzlQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've got other cool videos too. but i'm a bit lazy to post them here so i'll just take my time and post some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5961571047034769612?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5961571047034769612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5961571047034769612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5961571047034769612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5961571047034769612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-video-joy.html' title='oh the video joy'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1075429481436018219</id><published>2008-06-07T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:21:21.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube. gotta love it.</title><content type='html'>i was watching parodies of harry potter, (don't laugh. i know you read harry potter fanfic. don't lie!) and i have this habit of clicking the related videos. so after i watch a video i'll just click another and another from the related vids part. and i came across a comment saying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emma watson acts with her eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i was snickering at that. i watched a few videos with her in it and it seems that her famous eyebrows are indeed doing some acting of their own, moving up (think ^^) and down (i can't find any symbol here that represents a frown) and ever so often, they seem to be hopping (up down up down turn around zhuo you shang xia DO THE SUPERMAN AND FLY HIGH HIGH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what i was doing yesterday but i found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SErDVrkqsaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PC2clxE-m3Y/s1600-h/hello-kitty-superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SErDVrkqsaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PC2clxE-m3Y/s400/hello-kitty-superman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209190696248586658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must be what he wears to the club on gay nite. to.. y'know, pick up people who love the hello kitty and invite them over for private tea sessions while discussing about this mouthless kitty cat. and, of course, sharing his knowledge of hand sewing a hello kitty head onto a bright pink leotard. hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SErElbEzhdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qKsIEGk8ICw/s1600-h/pic04213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SErElbEzhdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qKsIEGk8ICw/s400/pic04213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192066209514962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the harry potter and the bugs bunny ones. hi-la-rious. i couldn't stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1075429481436018219?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1075429481436018219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1075429481436018219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1075429481436018219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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quizzes are whack. WHACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently doing a quiz linghui sent me. it's called the "what will your daughter be called" quiz. i'm looking through all the options of the last question. i cannot believe how limited my options are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so the question says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 90%; margin-bottom: 0.35em; color: rgb(41, 41, 41);"&gt;Who is your dream wife/husband?&lt;/h3&gt;i totally missed the wife/husband part so when i saw the option eli wood/sean kingston, i immediately assumed that eli wood was short for elizah wood and laughed out loud (no! you will not get an "lol" out of me! ever! of course... not including that one) at the sean kingston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the last option that said courtney baay/ soulja boy. and then i read the question again and groaned. I DONT WANT THE SOULJA BOY MAN OR SEAN KINGSTON TO BE MY PRETEND FUTURE HUSBAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i look at my last resort and see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophie wright/ &lt;b&gt;zac efron&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAC EFRON?! I WILL DIE IF I EVER MARRY A MAN WHO WEARS FAKE EYE LAHSES. but anyway, overreactions aside, i chose zac efron. because sean kingston will be talking li' tis maaan. and the soulja boy man will be shouting "YOU.... YOU..." everywhere. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end, my results say my daughter's name will be penelope. because my husband like penelope cruz. hence will name my daughter penelope. this name reminds me of the stupid hamster from hamtaro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-619509706544139062?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/619509706544139062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=619509706544139062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/619509706544139062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/619509706544139062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/06/quizzes-again.html' title='quizzes. again.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7276278853234408446</id><published>2008-05-31T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:05:05.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY of all days.</title><content type='html'>my sister invited her friend over. and as you guessed it, i didnt like it. as if one minion in the house isnt enough, she inviting another one over! really. i've got nothing against her. i just hate kids. hate kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier, i was watching mr magorium! it is such a cute show. the visual effects were so coool. and the characters were quirky. and the store was so big and full of toys! alright i sound like an idiot. BUT THE SHOW IS NICE. really colourful too. like charlie and the chocolate factory. a little bittersweet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to feel as if my bum weighs a ton. no kidding. if getting heavier by the second. &lt;i&gt;i can feel it&lt;/i&gt;. RISE METABOLISM RISE AND RID ME OF MY FATS (this request does not include my chest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am running out my chocolate. i'm going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, minions number two comes over at 10, just as i was watching america's next top model on youtube. so i go into my room, knit/read till 12, got up, made maggi mee, ate, watched cheesy korean drama, and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i woke up and realised that my lights were on and the both of them were in my room. WHILE I WAS FRIGGIN SLEEPING. i was majorly embarrassed. and a little pissed. MY ROOM IS OUT OF BOUNDS TO FOREIGNERS. NO ONE COMES IN AND GETS OUT ALIVE. that is, if i can get away with it. THE UTTER HORROR OF IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sat down and ate my mac breakfast (my parents decided that they should treat the guest nicely and just conveniently bought my breakfast along with hers) and watched mr magorium again cuz my dad was halfway though it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found another of my secret but forgotten stashes of chocolate located in the deep jungle of fridgefulloffood. but the amount would probably be gone in minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a lollipop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7276278853234408446?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7276278853234408446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7276278853234408446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7276278853234408446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7276278853234408446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-of-all-days.html' title='WHY of all days.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-6779666575046835075</id><published>2008-05-31T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:36:35.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>united square is not for the downright uncheerful.</title><content type='html'>a couple of days ago, i went to united square because i was forced too. my mom bribed me by saying there are nice clothes there. it turns out, she didnt really remember the place. and she was really there to drop my sis off at "The Learning Lab". i hate that place. when i was pri 4 i was screaming my lungs out in the car because they were gonna send me there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they didnt. from then on, i got the impression that despite the fact that the exterior of the place was decorated with live rabbits and lava lamps, the teachers inside would rip your brains out and scrutinise every fault they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom invited my aunts and their lil kids along. as we walked to the food court, i passed this stage where people from secondary schools where participating in standing in a box and throwing a basket ball into the hoop. it was organised by.... high school musical on ice. they were playing we will rock you on rewind. ( "WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU *rewind* WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU") as if that wasn't enough, they were playing "bop to the top" in the &lt;i&gt;bathroom&lt;/i&gt;. going to the toilet has never been so traumatising .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, my aunts and their kids sat down to eat minimelts. little coloured balls of ice cream. i recommend the rainbow one and the bubblegum one. really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my mom watching the young folks playing "stand and throw ball" and she asked me "rachel, which ones are the girls ah? they all look like boys." and every time the girl teams scored she'll be like "yay" or "good one" or basically everything she will never say if she sees me playing sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went into clothes stores and came out looking like i ate something terrible. the only reason i went in was because they were having a 70% discount. but honestly, korean clothes aren't very appealing. i still want that dress from zara... hope it goes on discount soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to go on a john mayer cd album treasure hunt. it proved to be quite a difficult task. united square only has two cd stores. one doesn't even know who he is and another, in popular, has a very limited supply of good cds. i went to mall across united square and i found it! yaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went home and fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-6779666575046835075?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/6779666575046835075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=6779666575046835075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6779666575046835075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6779666575046835075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/05/united-square-is-not-for-downright.html' title='united square is not for the downright uncheerful.'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7227638786286816522</id><published>2008-05-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:28:40.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz</title><content type='html'>so i went to facebook today to clear up some notifications and inbox messages ( attitude quiz, &lt;i&gt;wat&lt;/i&gt; kind of girl are you quiz, black jack invitation.. yada yada) and i decided to do the attitude quiz. and i got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 200%; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;calm and quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are the sort of person who likes to take life slowly... just one day at a time.. you usually know the difference between right and wrong. you believe in yourself. you put yourself in other peoples shoes and see how it feels to be them and then handle a situation accordingly.your attitude towards life is very positive.... you are liked by all and are a great friend.the flip side is that sometimes you care too much about other people and dont do what you really wanna do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i look down and the bottom of the paragraph and see the sentence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 20px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v43/172/5282518924/app_2_5282518924_7347.gif" /&gt; &lt;a style="font-size: 120%;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/havesex/" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=19103327812&amp;action_type=3&amp;post_form_id=77d1ebf2184549185b8c925b00b7dd1e&amp;position=3&amp;' + Math.random();return true"&gt;Have Sex!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like "okay... right.. like this has got anything to do with the quiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7227638786286816522?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7227638786286816522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7227638786286816522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7227638786286816522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7227638786286816522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-quiz.html' title='another quiz'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3124984281470292673</id><published>2008-05-18T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:03:55.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i did a quiz on facebook titled "what kind of girl are you?" and when i saw the results, i was a bit disgusted. i was labelled "&lt;b&gt;emo&lt;/b&gt;". i think because i chose mascara as my favourite make up (hello! it was either that or blusher, eyeliner or foundation! i can't use blusher because i'm supposed to have that "Dead" effect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.quizapps.com/img/?id=258431&amp;amp;h=7ed72ec50755877b4e8762e70ae483a793b35e7e" style="width: 157px; height: 140px;" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" /&gt;Emo"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 10px;font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 		    You love Eye-liner and Mascara and your style is Skinney Jeans plimsolls and extentions. You love amazing bright unique colours.All you do is listen to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 10px;font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 10px;font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm almost certain i dont look like that. AND I DID NOT PUT SKINNIES AND PLISOLLS AS MY FAV CLOTHES! I PUT TRACKIES! eek. so i took the quiz again and put foundation as my favourite make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.quizapps.com/img/?id=258434&amp;amp;h=650f54ed62deae04b21c17c75bb806245fe695f3" style="" alt="Girly Girl" /&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 10px;font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Love Pink,Purple and anything cute..Favourite words..Cute,Sweet,Gawjuss..Love to Shop Favourite make-up is Pink Lipstic and Blusher hehe..Just Simply Lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 10px;font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, I NEARLY GOT A HEART ATTACK LOOKING AT THAT. I DID NOT SAY MY FAVOURTIE COLOUR WAS PINK OR PURPLE. WHO MADE THIS QUIZ! THEY CAN'T EVEN SPELL LIPSTICK. AND WHAT THE BEEP IS GAWJUSS?! wouldn't it be more convenient to just spell it as gorgeous?! this is an insult to my intelligence! and it is bad for my eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/26082441-3124984281470292673?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3124984281470292673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3124984281470292673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3124984281470292673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3124984281470292673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/05/quizzes.html' title='quizzes'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-2026899529222319416</id><published>2008-05-18T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:21:22.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chi chi restaurant</title><content type='html'>for the past few days, i've been either blog hopping, looking at celebrity gossips, playing the air guitar to some fast song or knitting while watching resident evil (MILLA JOVOVICH GAVE THE GROSS MUTATED MUTANT MONSTER THINGY A TONGUE PIERCING WITH A PIPE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resident evil is the bomb! i have no idea why i like it. every few seconds a zombie jumps out of the sky and jumps in front of the camera and goes "NRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAA!" and flashes it's ugly yellowed teeth to the world. then those bad meanies or innocent civilians get partially eaten by the rotting zombies. then milla jovovich jumps out of no where and starts shooting and beheading zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the end, she is told her blood is the cure ( like in i am legend) and goes to kill another mutated being and finds many many many clones of herself. freaky ain't it? ah well. you mellow people should go watch it. but be warned. &lt;i&gt; b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;lood will be spilt &lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll post a few pictures and sjow how interesting resident evil is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDDv1x1BWRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GEhTLzlEC3k/s1600-h/resident-evil-apocalypse-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDDv1x1BWRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GEhTLzlEC3k/s400/resident-evil-apocalypse-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201921276800751890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armed with guns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDDw2h1BWSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/blemghgnzYc/s1600-h/resident-evil-zombie-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDDw2h1BWSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/blemghgnzYc/s400/resident-evil-zombie-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201922389197281570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a not so scary zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDDx9h1BWUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GPKgon1MWTY/s1600-h/image_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDDx9h1BWUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GPKgon1MWTY/s400/image_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201923608967993666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDD04B1BWVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EmSyc1WuuW4/s1600-h/joker_darknight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDD04B1BWVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EmSyc1WuuW4/s400/joker_darknight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201926813013596498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea who this is. but he's in the bat man movie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-2026899529222319416?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/2026899529222319416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=2026899529222319416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2026899529222319416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2026899529222319416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/05/chi-chi-restaurant.html' title='chi chi restaurant'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SDDv1x1BWRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GEhTLzlEC3k/s72-c/resident-evil-apocalypse-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7687403803825342869</id><published>2008-05-10T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:46:18.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F TO THE R TO THE EACKY</title><content type='html'>i had the most ridiculous dream ever (not counting the time i dreamt of monkeys and dancing toilet bowls). i dreamt that i lived in this place where a ghost girl would come every three days and capture three people to taunt them. i just happened to be one of the three every time she did that.&lt;br /&gt;so then, i find out that she drowned when she fell into a pond. and the only was to prevent her from scaring the crap out of me was to get the precipitate from murky water and give it to her. and i was led to this place with all the needed apparatus. and just as i was about to give it to her, i am poked awake by my maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story? never never never NEVAH eat cereal and beef jerky before you sleep. it gives you a stomach ache which will lead to hallucinations in your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told sirin about my dream and she said that i studied chem too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom is back from Brazil/Houston! yay! she brought back this huge packet of crasins :) oh yea! i'm gonna eat my heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/whiodBT6IxE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/whiodBT6IxE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzwOsIh7FDE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzwOsIh7FDE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know. i was laughing at him too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elijah Wood&lt;/span&gt; folks! going... nuts... on yo gabba gabba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Yw7oX5CXhk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/05/f-to-r-to-eacky.html' title='F TO THE R TO THE EACKY'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7948612452625172231</id><published>2008-04-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:21:23.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tricky dicky</title><content type='html'>so. i'm. bored. i went to terminal three to send momsy off. the place was so so cool. it had lots of stores and a nice crystal jade restaurant right smack in the centre. and so mom went off to brazil in business class. again :/ so after that, i walked around, looked in the bookstores, went to the cd shop (i was a little amused/surprised that they sold marilyn manson. you know the album where he's wearing a pink wig. and he was supposedly naked i think) and came out wishing for a wad of bills to fall at my feet. i wanted to buy a book. not a cd with a naked he/she/it on the front cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad and my sister got hungry so we went to basement two to eat. i didnt really expect much but when i went down there, i was like wow. they've got ya kun toastbox, ntuc, a &lt;i&gt;kopitiam&lt;/i&gt;. i tell you everything. the ntuc was promoting cadbury and they had loads and loads of shelves full of chocolate bars (you can totally imagine me, staring at those bars with goo goo eyes, while flooding the entire level with my drool). i had to buy baking ingredients so while dad was paying for the food and stuff, i went to the souvenir store to have a look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at the stuffed toys and was wondering what this pink fluff with beady eyes was. then i realised it was the &lt;b&gt;merlion&lt;/b&gt;. it looked more like a merbear than a merlion. it was PINK for one, and instead of pointy lion ears, it had round bear ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall now search for pictures of ugly man manson and post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SBggzH2Hd-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lWTmiyiAkvE/s1600-h/manson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SBggzH2Hd-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lWTmiyiAkvE/s400/manson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194938232823314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly man manson and his new wife. accompanying the picture was a story of he being circumcised. and if that's not gross enough, his mom still keeps the shrivelled skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so famous, people want to dress as him for halloween. click &lt;a href="http://http//www.halloween-mask.com/morris2005/marilyn_manson_ta341mor.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view his mask. yes fans, there is such thing as a marilyn manson mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SBgkAX2Hd_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q9rfbtyXwRg/s1600-h/img_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/SBgkAX2Hd_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q9rfbtyXwRg/s400/img_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194941758991464434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marilyn manson and his &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; previous wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7948612452625172231?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7948612452625172231/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3645785424675120700</id><published>2008-04-23T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:13:39.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>canary</title><content type='html'>i am bored.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today some lady with the surname King came and talked about STI's. she pronounces penis as "pen-is". and she's 63 and wears shirts that expose her back *gasp*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she refers to heterosexual people as "normal people" (wrong term woman!). which kinda hints that she finds the homos abnormal. AND we got a free book! all inclusive of graphic photos and details on how abortion takes place. the photo's where they show how the baby is aborted were drawn. but they were explained in great detail. (they jab the scissors in the child's head and use a suction thingy to suck it's brains out so the head collapses. sheeseh.) plus, they had picturs of the remains of the aborted babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they go over topics like homosexuality and how if stuff like homosexuality can be accepted, having sex with a cow (is that even possible?) and a corpse (SOOOO criminal minds) can also be accepted. and i'm like "wow. who knew they could publish a bokk like this. i should publish one on dead boring teachers who should be shot dead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: no particular person was named or described (oops. wrong word. i may have summed up the description of one teacher with the words "dead boring") hence YOU have no grounds to sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEAD BORING TEACHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who should be shot, skinned alive, drawn and quartered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Introduction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had to sit through an entire lesson listening to your teacher read out song lyrics? or maybe they just pick on you and ask you the silliest things like "discuss what conflict is.". next thing you know, BAM! you're inferring lyrics from a song! feel the need to give the teachers a piece of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then DEAD BORING TEACHERS is a book for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all inclusive of graphic DIY step by step method on how to properly skin a person! we'll be doing it hunter style! book also includes past references, a how-to tutorial DVD and an interview with Mr mas selamat himself on how to make little harmless bombs out of everyday items to scare your teachers! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there is no guarantee that bombs are not explosive. for more information on reactive elements, pay more attention during chemistry lessons.&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/26082441-3645785424675120700?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3645785424675120700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3645785424675120700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3645785424675120700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3645785424675120700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/04/canary.html' title='canary'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7028672010963258563</id><published>2008-04-20T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:26:11.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Brownie Cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcheesecakeareyouquiz/cheesecake-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little chunky and a little gooey, you pretty much run on sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take hedonism to the extreme.. And people love you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcheesecakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What These Daisies Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdotheflowersyoupicksayaboutyouquiz/daisies.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a spirt of pure optimism. Your view of the world is eternally cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and vibrant. Incredibly striking, you always stand out in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adaptable and flexible. You can thrive in almost any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdotheflowersyoupicksayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do The Flowers You Pick Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 71% Indie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howindieareyouquiz/indie-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howindieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Indie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Goth Name is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourgothnamequiz/girl.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dementia Beelzebub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourgothnamequiz/"&gt;What's Your Goth Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/pbj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eating style is reserved. You are a bit of a fussy eater, and you have very specific ways you like your food prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an average sweet tooth. While you enjoy desserts, they aren't exactly your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in food tends to be pretty flexible. You may crave sushi one night, and your favorite childhood recipe the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you're a little trashy and low class at times. You're definitely more comfortable at a tattoo parlor than the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never really grew up. While your childlike innocence is charming, you often just come across as a big baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7028672010963258563?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7028672010963258563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7028672010963258563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7028672010963258563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7028672010963258563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-brownie-cheesecake-little.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-548596661480004442</id><published>2008-04-14T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:26:57.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just one of those days, you know. those days where you come home from school feeling malnourished because THE CLASSROOM IN COMPLETELY DEPRIVED OF ANY SOURCE OF AIR OR WIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come home and slam your bag against the wall and run to your parent's room to see if it's open. bingo. you turn on the lights and switch on the PC and just sit there and stone. after a while, you get hungry so you go to the fridge and take out a few pieces of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirty minutes later, you stretch and look around and find that you are surrounded by walls of candy wrappers and plastic cartons! you looks down at your thighs and think "hhey.... they look bigger than usually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this rate, i'm going to be known as the white blobby thing. LIKE BOBBY LEE. the blobby man who is shorter and wider than me. much shorter. and very much wider. think big people. but of course, i have to admit that he does have a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0mnJFR38gQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0mnJFR38gQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-548596661480004442?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/548596661480004442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=548596661480004442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/548596661480004442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/548596661480004442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-just-one-of-those-days-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1010601971264696595</id><published>2008-04-13T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T04:48:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i went to see an SJI performance. which i have yet to pay for. 15 dollars. oh well. i got my big bag and stuffed rubbish in (a wooly black jacket and a bottle of water and a pouch and MY BELOVED CUBE) and went to sirin's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met sirin at the bottom of her house and she was wearing her banana tee.  went up to her room, shook the air out of her tortoise cd holder, forgot to say hi to her mom, and went to thomson plaza. (i had clipped my hair up and sirin told my i look like "kui" aka wang lao shi's idol aka joe cheng aka man with long curly hair) and we met esther on the way! who was in a state of confusion. she followed us into the heart of thomson plaza where i nearly asked for a foot of bread in subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we parted with our dear friend esther and took bus 132 to this flower place in search of the sunflower for her friend. we walked here and there and decided to walk into the freezer were we amused ourselves by exhaling and watching the cloudy stuff come out. so we walked around looking for the flower. we came out to ask for directions only to be told that the sun flowers were inside! and did you know sunflowers stems are very thick and long? like.... bamboo! and i used this thingamijig to chop it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance was alright. every now and then, something funny will happen (i.e. kissing air and talking to a chair because no one wants to dress as a girl) and there are times were it's all pretty solemn ( they TAKE OFF their shoes and start reciting poems) and they go to the bar and get drunk and do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with her friends and did a survey (did you enjoy the play? yes. would you come again? yes. YES YES YES YES for everything) went to wait for her friends and sirin told me i was the same as bobby lee because we both have breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS ARE FAKE. AND I DONT HAVE A DANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then mother dearest called and said i was not of age to "hang out with the opposite sex" in the middle of the night (very drama hor?). so sirin had to send me back and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today, ate dimsum, came home and slept. TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qzoe9BZ0VJA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qzoe9BZ0VJA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1010601971264696595?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1010601971264696595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1010601971264696595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1010601971264696595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1010601971264696595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-i-went-to-see-sji-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7709135565858106368</id><published>2008-04-11T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:13:10.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sit next to the window but despite that, THERE'S NO AIR. i fall asleep during lessons. i blame that tree/plant/ whatever is blocking my air. ling hui was laughing at the stuffed wombat i supposedly "adopted". and one day linghui le baboon went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh rachel, why is that combat there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today she was laughing at it. and ELIZABETH, who sits behind me, tells me that my blog is dead and wishes i blog about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brought a stuffed pig to school today. it had a long tail. so i asked her if it vibrates and pulled the tail. but nothing happened. i got bored during chinese and drew ninja cyclopeses running around my diary, jumping across grids and dangling off a grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during cca, i had to dress as a fortune teller for some movie thingy. i was covered in a big big black shawl  and i had to wear my thick black jacket. it was so horribly warm and ther room had to be dark for that eerie feel. and i quote from xiwen, "rachel looks like a white indian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed. the directors wrapped the shawl around my head and made me cover half my face with my fringe. so basically, after a lot of crap, i had to act all crazed and insane. making weird exaggerated hand movements around linghui's glowing crystal ball (it was giving me static shock but no one believed me!) and drawing tarot cards, shaking my head, and telling her that something bad is going to happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i was so tired. pretty ironic, considering i was sitting down throughout the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuiHMPRK34g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EuiHMPRK34g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-2035180336790967088</id><published>2008-04-08T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T04:26:54.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when someone says bad weather, what do you think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of hurricanes. and no school. huddling at home sitting in front of the fire place holding a cup of spaghetti- o's while sneezing like mad. i find that i'm a pretty immobile person when the weather turns cold and sour. for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny days- i go around looking for something to eat or amuse myself with i.e. someone's key chain, or esther's bus pencil box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy days- I'M A ZOMBIE THAT WILL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF IF YOU SAY ANYTHING OFFENSIVE. DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during CCA, debra and i were watching sketches from mad tv ("can i have your number? can i? can i have it? can i have your number?") and laughing at bobby lee ( WE ARE SCIENTISTS... SCIENCE... together..) and generally, waiting for cheryl to come by making her new angry face. i call it "the imran". she'd come by and explain how patient she's been and how the mouse has been waiting there for us to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we crawled to the front and I, THE ALMIGHTLY, calibrated, and ran the mouse. and cheryl blamed my fingers when the mouse died! and on top of that, she was in denial that it was dead! "it just fainted! it just fainted! DONT NEED TO CHARGE IT!" . face it cheryl! we need a new mouse! i shall go on strike and demand that the school, who has constantly been extorting money from people, to pay a little sum of 1000 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUP NOODLES AND SIPPY CUPS ARE DA BOMB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-2035180336790967088?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/2035180336790967088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=2035180336790967088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2035180336790967088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2035180336790967088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-someone-says-bad-weather-what-do.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5876636521985445194</id><published>2008-03-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:48:56.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fiesta yesterday. i wore a black tee shirt and was melting. forgot to eat lunch. got hungry. won a red bear. it had blue feet. my black tee shirt had a gun on it that says "BANG". walked around with sirin. met her god sister, her neighbor, her boy fwens and bought a plum and passion fruit from her. i threw it away after a while cuz it made me feel whoozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposedly a healthy drink. no sugar, no preservatives, no.. nice taste, nothing a constant chocolate scoffer would like. i should have bought the drink that said plum. might've been better than plum and passion fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and fell asleep. and woke up and felt like someone knock my head with a brick. so i got up and walked around. talk to sirin on msn for a while. then my maid came in and showed me a name card my sister wrote for herself. it's hilarious. you know what it said? it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cristel Ho&lt;br /&gt;C.I.D&lt;br /&gt;Police Force&lt;/blockquote&gt;when she came back home, she was like "MOM! look! i'm a Ceeee. Aye. Deeaye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mom said "it's pronounced as C.I.D. not CEEEEEE.AYE.DEEAYE. do you know what it means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister says "dunnoe. what does it mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom says " i also don't know. go ask your dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man who does a good ashlee simpson impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZqZ9WDWXVc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZqZ9WDWXVc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokemon sketch. butterfry "TWEET TWEET"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q2777kmwcrA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q2777kmwcrA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power rangers parody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYGPfE2AFmg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYGPfE2AFmg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5876636521985445194?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5876636521985445194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5876636521985445194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5876636521985445194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5876636521985445194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/03/fiesta-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-340278187368884992</id><published>2008-03-21T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T05:10:13.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is kind if a late post. but i feel that it is my duty to update my blog and prevent it from being deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. i shall cry out and complain about my painful experience with social studies. out of all the teachers in the school, WHY, GOD, WHY HAVE I GOTTEN THIS ONE AS MY TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'll refer to THIS ONE as ding dong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna fail social studies because of ding dong! it comes into class and i take the opportunity to sneak out of class and wash myself and prepare myself for the torment ahead. so i walk back into class and set up its laptop and it opens a powerpoint slide. i find myself staring out of the window after just 5 MINUTES of ding dong's lecture on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ding dong is just the worst teacher. sec two i got a different history teacher and my marks actually &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;soared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (probably i only got 2/15 in sec one. but hell! i actually passed in sec two!). the minute it starts &lt;s&gt;teaching&lt;/s&gt; droning, half the class just gives up listening to its "fabulous" teaching and just falls dead on their desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one second it's talking about governance, and the next,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".... oh by the way, my daughter has a mole on her bum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that caught my attention so i decided to listen to him talking to sleeping statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... if you have a mole, you must remove it otherwise it will cause cancer.... you must contribute to the population...... girls may have to go for NS next time ( i'm thinking "if we do, do we get a free haircut too? i'll shave off their faces if they dare touch my hair") ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i think it gave the class some tips only women teachers tell girls and says "it takes a woman to know a woman". i wanted to shoot it. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday during cca, we went to the playground to film our short film... well, part of it. just the scene of the girl walking down the stairs and tripping over two huge strategically put rocks. debra went away for church and i was melting while xiwen and xi yuan were playing with a virtual dog and sleeping on the sit-up thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today cousins came to distract me with their super sonic screaming and amuse me with their spiderman-crawling-on-floor moves. and i killed a big ant. i wrapped it in tissue and flushed it down the loo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-340278187368884992?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/340278187368884992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=340278187368884992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/340278187368884992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/340278187368884992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-kind-if-late-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1430374670458445935</id><published>2008-03-11T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:46:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny yummy!</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMQjRkoGH3Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMQjRkoGH3Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWWIecEfeCw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWWIecEfeCw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1430374670458445935?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1430374670458445935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1430374670458445935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1430374670458445935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1430374670458445935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-yummy.html' title='funny yummy!'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4323540181938604970</id><published>2008-03-07T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T04:22:26.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday and today wang lao shi let us watch this show called The rose. starring an ugly-fiedElla (the E in S.H.E) an three "gorgeous" sick people. the beginning is the old stuff. boy breaks up with girl  like what cuz she's butt ugly. then girl's grandma dies and girl is hysterical and cries a lot. and find out that HER SUPPOSEDLY DEAD MOTHER IS ALIVE! AND IS SOME FAMOUS PERSON! *GASP* oh  the drama. so she lugs her empty luggage to and fro until she comes to this mansion and she meets her three step-siblings. all has the same mom, but different dads (at this point i'm is going on?! was her mom desperate or something?! can you imagine getting knocked up and having four adult kids?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after showing her birth cert and what not, the siblings just go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" oh you're so damn fat. you are a pig. i'm homo and i'm prettier than you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" *murmurs something in a low inaudible voice*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" oh you must be the third child. you want coffee? go and make some yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the mom comes back from god knows where and recognises her and starts pacing around the room while swatting imaginary flies and touching her forehead. then she stares deeply into the fireplace...... THEN she turns around, grabs a pair of scissors and starts chopping chunks of the girl's hair off! (oh i forgot to add that she was carrying a try of coffee) and then the mom starts walking up the stairs are she pulls a i'm-so-gonna-cry face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the mom says "oh yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*she stops pulling a face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"clean up the hair on the floor" *mom walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the girl starts to cry. &lt;i&gt;while holding a coffee tray&lt;/i&gt; . what's worse is that the camera stayed there for ages focusing on her as she cries while STILL holding on to the coffee tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected her to just let the thing fall to the ground and smash to bits and recite some sort of dramatic line like "URRRRRGHHHH LOOK AT MEEEE IMMA CUT MYSELF WITH GLASS SHARDS! PITY ME AND LET ME STAY AND LIVE OFF YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! um.. BAWL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one of the two brothers is gay and likes the other brother. so.. not only is this show about silly dialogues and hallucinating people, it is full of incest! OH THE DRAMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4323540181938604970?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4323540181938604970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4323540181938604970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4323540181938604970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4323540181938604970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/03/ella-e-in-s.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7394340089621487573</id><published>2008-03-01T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:51:03.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is great for light hearted humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECT RUNWAY. MAD TV PARODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upVwAqCM7fg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upVwAqCM7fg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another mad tv production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuMqFY4QZY4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuMqFY4QZY4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZBmEKBfLY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZBmEKBfLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7394340089621487573?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7394340089621487573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7394340089621487573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7394340089621487573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7394340089621487573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-great-for-light-hearted-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3023356540770259912</id><published>2008-02-28T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:39:01.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>i was watching american idol last night. well, i was trying to.  they guys started singing and i suddenly felt the urge to put on my roller blades and skates around the house because i've never done that before and my floor tiles are big, flat and smooth. so there's no reason i should crash into anything. that is, besides the occasional little sister that pops out all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to the telly and tried on concentrate on the guys who were singing. so now it was this man with dreadlocks and a guitar singing. then i got bored and turned to arts central to watch the elephants get attacked my lions at night. and then the elephants travel to green patches and the oasis and watch the monkeys waddle around in the water chopping on flowers while walking all funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tired of watching the guy explain why female asses are mysterious creatures so i turned back to american idol and watched this guy with green hair sing. then paula abdul was doing her trade mark smile, stand up and dance with the song while clapping with her hands over her head. and simon.. as constipated as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i turned back to arts central and there was this cute fuzzy fur ball of an animal being featured. it was a relative of the rabbits and it had small ears and it's body was so cute! so cute and furry. then all of a sudden, the introduce a wolf into the scene and it catches the little animal and starts chewing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was going mad because of a mad cow beside me. haha we started insulting each other's noses and eyebrows. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during the leadership thing, sirin kept cracking up. she'd remind me of bobby lee and miss "bunny swan". so i've gone through a couple of vids and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN3zEzlfbXw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN3zEzlfbXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3023356540770259912?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3023356540770259912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3023356540770259912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3023356540770259912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3023356540770259912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-2664104504840330407</id><published>2008-02-27T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:04:08.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first post in eons</title><content type='html'>okay. so i haven't been blogging in the past century. why? because i had my bum glued to my couch while i read this thick book that i FINALLY finished. at long last. haha i really should be reading midsummer night's dream but... all those "thy"s and "thee"s and nuptial hour blah and stuff has just got my mind twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's more is that i'm being harassed by old man chengmei.  haha i always thought she was the innocent kind who knew nothing of acting like a normal person. but she shared a joke with me today which she claimed was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng mei: what does a blonde and a turtle have in common?&lt;br /&gt;Me: they're both slow.&lt;br /&gt;Huiyi: *mumbles something*&lt;br /&gt;Cheng mei: when they're on their back, they're both screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took a few seconds to register it but when i did, i looked at her with my " what the bleah are you doing?". but for the past few days we were laughing our brains out. over.... nothing mostly. sometimes it's because one of us made a funny insult. or sometimes it's because Cheng mei walks out of the toilet with toilet paper attached to the bottom of her shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the relieve chem teacher came to class with this pretty light blue Vaio laptop and huiyi and i were gushing over it. it was sooo cool! oh then before that during english lit, we went up to the lab and did a research on midsummer night's dream. so after a while, huiyi started looking up on bloody mary and the usual medieval murderers and decided to search on lord draco (didnt think the name draco malfoy came out of no where, did ya?) who impaled people on wooden pikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she told me about this band called &lt;b&gt;Draco and the Malfoys&lt;/b&gt; and i was laughing because, how stupid could a band name get? so i went to search them on imeem and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've got songs like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 death eaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which i kicked harry potter in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broomstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voldemort is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potions yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;party like you're evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupidity of some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-2664104504840330407?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/2664104504840330407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=2664104504840330407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2664104504840330407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2664104504840330407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-post-in-eons.html' title='the first post in eons'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5396272360810517163</id><published>2008-02-20T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:13:26.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoshimi and pink robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#CCFF99" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9SNuIjLn9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuMnclRmblt2a/The%2520Flaming%2520Lips%2520-%2520Yoshimi%2520Battles%2520the%2520Pink%2520Robots%2520pt.%25201.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#CCFF99;border:#330000;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on facebook trying to beat a friend's score at this music challenge game and i came across this song by the flaming lips. i don't know when the album was released  but i saw the picture and i'm thinking " this is so Dr. Seuss". they had a UFO hovering over a cute little hill with animals on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was playing puzzlebee while listening to american men sing about "Yoshime" (it's actually yoshimi but, well i guess being american and all... they either spelt it wrong or thought it was pronounced that way) and pink robots. reminds me of a dream i had once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was being chased, i believe, by a person or an animal. i can't remember but it was wearing something pink. and i "fell" off a building and woke up because i hit my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song is so cool. the lyrics are so cool! everything is cool! it's about this girl called "Yoshime" and she saves everyone from pink robots. ridiculous as it sounds, i'm actually bobbing to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Her name is Yoshimi&lt;br /&gt;She's a black belt in karate&lt;br /&gt;Working for the city&lt;br /&gt;She has to discipline her body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she knows that&lt;br /&gt;It's demanding&lt;br /&gt;To defeat those evil machines&lt;br /&gt;I know she can beat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those evil-natured robots&lt;br /&gt;They're programmed to destroy us&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta be strong to fight them&lt;br /&gt;So she's taking lots of vitamins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she knows that ('cause she knows that)&lt;br /&gt;It'd be tragic (it'd be tragic)&lt;br /&gt;If those evil robots win (evil robots)&lt;br /&gt;I know she can beat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she knows that ('cause she knows that)&lt;br /&gt;It'd be tragic (it'd be tragic)&lt;br /&gt;If those evil robots win (evil robots)&lt;br /&gt;I know she can beat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots defeat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi, they don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't let those robots eat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimi&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5396272360810517163?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5396272360810517163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5396272360810517163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5396272360810517163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5396272360810517163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/yoshimi-and-pink-robots.html' title='yoshimi and pink robots'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4810028228503433172</id><published>2008-02-19T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T06:37:34.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk on by</title><content type='html'>i was so tired today. i had a runny nose, a bad cough and i felt so friggin feverish. and i was going mad at the same time so it left me feeling so drained. miss **** didnt come today but we had work to do so... BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching CSI now and the lines that the main character says is so precise. it's just so... planned out. which it is... being a tv series that have script writers writing out scripts. and it reminds me of those old shows back in the 19's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall blonde man carrying a surfboard runs towards the screen with his eyes squinted to for the "i'm so hot and squinting makes me look hotter" look. then he shakes his shaggy mane and turns to the main camera and says in a deep low professional sounding voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well mam, what seems to be the problem here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now a blonde woman comes into view and in an irritating high pitched voice says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"like, i dunnoe what went wrong. it's like, oh my god. i was like, swimming, and like, this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; floated up and i'm like, oh my god." and then proceeds to break down into irritating loud "pity me. hug me and i'll totally be famous for hugging an actor" sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the blonde man says " it's okay mam. it's all under control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns to second camera, smiles, and flips hair and turns back to main camera*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have no fear.big buff blonde man is here." and flashes his pearly whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a geeky girl comes up and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i saw it all! that "thing" was a corpes! i saw a middle aged man, sandy hair, and (at this point i'd like you to picture this pale bony person wearing a swimsuit. oh yes. and think coke bottle glasses) HE STABBED THAT WOMAN AND JUST THREW HER INTO THE SEA! OH BUFF BLONDE MAN! PLEASE DO SOMETHING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and big buff blonde man, who's smiles a little faded, says" ur, yes mam. i've got it... all under control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns head to the second camera and stares intensely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid story i know but i can just picture it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4810028228503433172?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4810028228503433172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4810028228503433172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4810028228503433172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4810028228503433172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/walk-on-by.html' title='walk on by'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-65484240978395779</id><published>2008-02-14T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:20:31.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy vday</title><content type='html'>hi people! happy valentines day! may you stay young and frisky till the day you die! i went to school today carrying a tall container full of chocolate. and i came home with three flowers and an overflowing container of goodies! haha thanks guys!  slacked in class today. i pretty much understood what mrs fung was saying. plus i even had time to get into an arguement with chengmei about our pens. or something like that. then we went on to bicker about my nose and her hair. which led on to the "stabbing scenario" again (refer to previous post?i dunnoe. i think i posted about it once).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and huiyi stole my pencilbox. i have no idea how i didnt realise it was gone. i was just scrawling in my notebook and took an eraser from there to give to clara. then i insulted THE ACCURSED ONE! no actually i was counting my sweets. no that didnt happen either. i was laughing my guts out with chengmei. i called the "discriminent" the "discriminator". then she was like "HAW HAW HAW ! THE EXTERMINATOR HAW HAW!". then i started laughing cuz she was laughing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i look back down and scribbled stuff in my note book then i looked up and "eh, where's my pencil box?". the little snatcher took it away right under my nose. then when i got it back i was all histerical about some guy in a picture. then me and cheng mei were playing "HEY LOOK AT MY HANDS. THEY CAN TELEPORT". complete insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i read this from somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The first human to set foot on the island since the Cissegaran/kiasurian crisis was traveling onion peeler salesman named &lt;b&gt;Sang Needa Nudda Nalala Onion Peeler&lt;/b&gt;, who sailed from one of the islands in Indonesia to look for new onion-peeling markets. Historical evidence suggests that Sang Needa first stepped foot on the then-unnamed Singapore circa 1644.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a bunch of cute videos. along with this one video i came across in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZQkvu9OjHo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZQkvu9OjHo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is complete crap. i mean, THESE ARE COPIES OF BARBIE DOLL WANNABES. singing about a boy. look at their chicken wing-flap imitation! pure stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENTRILOQUIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnVDHzUAj30&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnVDHzUAj30&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER VENTRILOQUIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsfnP9DK-Zg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsfnP9DK-Zg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACHMED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpGEFLdroGs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpGEFLdroGs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEGGIE TALES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRhS1RmUPog&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRhS1RmUPog&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-65484240978395779?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/65484240978395779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=65484240978395779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/65484240978395779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/65484240978395779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-vday.html' title='happy vday'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5721255037258430697</id><published>2008-02-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:06:17.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>candles and lip gloss</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rIJJp6aMlA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6rIJJp6aMlA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello dear devoted readers of my blog. i have found this cute video. it's so adorable! the marionette is so cute. it's so... sponge-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in seclusion for the past few days. i collected a lot of money on the first day and fell sick on the second. and my relatives figured "since she's sick, i might as well keeps the money!" but i got better in the evening (YES! PANADOL WORKS WONDERS!) and they had no choice but to give me money! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that even though i'm not close to my father's side, i feel closer to them compared to those on my mom's side. they're either too old, too young, or i just don't talk to them. plus they gossip a lot so there's a lot i can't tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's outside wearing my mom's high heels while dancing to this irritating sound track. &lt;i&gt; BLAH BLAH I LIKE TO CHA CHA&lt;/i&gt;. yes. the lyrics really go like that. so she outside spinning and spinning and GAH. now she's whining about god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. she whining about a fly that won't leave her alone. sheesh. and now i hear &lt;i&gt;itsy bitsy yellow polka bikini&lt;/i&gt; playing in the background. grrrr. i will kill if she doesn't stop the horrid music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just great. now there's mexican music. the dancing class has really gotten to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the fever i had yesterday morning has returned and woke me up at 8. i tried to wake up my dad so i'd have company but all he did was grumble and turn over the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know what song is playing outside now? &lt;I&gt; TARZAN IS HANDSOME TARZAN IS COOL SOMETHING SOMETHING AND HIS HAIR IS LONG&lt;/i&gt;. and the worst part is that the woman singing it has an irritating voice. ARGH MY EARS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5721255037258430697?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5721255037258430697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5721255037258430697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5721255037258430697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5721255037258430697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/candles-and-lip-gloss.html' title='candles and lip gloss'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-3699442345401788050</id><published>2008-02-04T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:31:19.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer to above</title><content type='html'>Dear Almighty/ Omega/ Zeus/ whatever people address you these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i regain my sanity along with another brain. a smarter brain that is. AND MAY I ACTUALLY PASS MY CHINESE THIS YEAR! i beg you again to revive every last bit of sanity in me. and may my metabolism finally start up all of a sudden so all the fats i gain this new year will vanish. POOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and i want a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. teddy bear. lots and lots of teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;2. AND A HARMONY BUNNY! okay scrape that. i don't want a bunny. let alone that fluff thing Bubbles dressed up as.&lt;br /&gt;3. pot.&lt;br /&gt;4. hay. to fill up the gap in my little cottage roof.&lt;br /&gt;5. make "Woody" drag a pine tree from some unknown coniferous forest back to Singapore and when i see how tired and exhausted "Woody" is, i'll send her back to replant the poor tree.&lt;br /&gt;6. unlimited amounts of MONEYYYY&lt;br /&gt;7. a shrink-o-machiney-thingamajig. to shrink those teachers and their suck up minions. lets see who gets squashed first. (sinister laughter)&lt;br /&gt;8. a camel.&lt;br /&gt;9. a big mansion full of pretty flowers and little bunny statues and, of course, my little cottage.&lt;br /&gt;10. kazoo. bring back those childhood memories in america where i used to blow into them and then send them flying to odd corners of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last of all, i wish stan would realise that teaching is not his forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-3699442345401788050?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/3699442345401788050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=3699442345401788050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3699442345401788050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/3699442345401788050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-to-above.html' title='prayer to above'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1634741534057585287</id><published>2008-02-01T04:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:50:47.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear beloved</title><content type='html'>i was going mad with chengmei today. we would run up to the 4th floor water cooler that's right outside the male teacher toilet. the first time we went up there, the door kept swinging open and then slamming close. so we got freaked out and ran away. then the second time, we gathered up our courage and went up there to fill our bottles (or in my case, my already filled bottle. i just went up there for the fun of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we filled out bottles. and with our wet hands, we sprinkled water onto the door and said"BE BLESSED!" and the door replied with a creak. and we ran away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sitting next to chengmei is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i need to sleep at ten or something. i fell asleep during math and chengmei was pulling faces trying to get me to stay awake. it's like on second i'm snoozing on the table and i feel a tap on my shoulder. so i look up and see chengmei grinning like a maniac. eeeeevil table partner. we were arguing and screaming into each other's ears while threatening to stab the other with stationery.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S A SCENE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChengMei: (screeching) YOU ANGRY?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: (also screeching)NU I'M UPSET. I'LL STAB YOU WITH THIS PEN&lt;br /&gt;C: I'LL STAB YOU WITH MY SCISSORS *snip snip*&lt;br /&gt;R: EEEEEE DIE DIE DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's standard procedure. we threaten to stab each other everyday. i think janet and clarissa think i'm mad. haha perhaps i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOP WHOOP I'M A BUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1634741534057585287?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1634741534057585287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1634741534057585287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1634741534057585287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1634741534057585287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-dear-beloved.html' title='my dear beloved'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-171450305690949304</id><published>2008-02-01T04:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:37:15.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-171450305690949304?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/171450305690949304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=171450305690949304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/171450305690949304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/171450305690949304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4054178953368058877</id><published>2008-01-27T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T06:57:32.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning with a white cloud over my head (to make up for the black bush of unruly hair on top of my head) and danced into the kitchen. and there i said "Hello" to the three remaining pineapples who were sitting on the floor. my maid's gonna chop them up later to make the paste for the pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i danced back into my room and ... fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10 plus and crawled to the kitchen, took a floss bun and went to play computer. then i wanted to get something but i was too tired to walk so i rode the swivel chair outside into the kitchen to get my grapes. then i stole a biscuit from my sister and ran into the room before i got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i struggled with my homework while my sister was playing her bamboo castanets and banging the piano with her feet (well at least that's what it sounded like). and my dad was snoozing on the couch. mom was away collecting miles for her KrisFlyer card. she's already premium! well, so is dad but maybe she'll get to get free first class tickets if she get's upgraded! WHICH MEANS SHE'LL SNEAK NICE CHOCOLATES BACK FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay going nuts. then i went to fit my contact lenses. the lady made me put it on, and take them off. then put them back in, and take them out again. but it's a bit painful so no one will be seeing me without glasses anytime soon! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4054178953368058877?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4054178953368058877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4054178953368058877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4054178953368058877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4054178953368058877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-woke-up-this-morning-with-white-cloud.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-2746286546075986125</id><published>2008-01-25T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:08:58.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lace biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="Recipeheader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Lace biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="Recipesubheader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="Recipeingredients"&gt;1/3 cup blanched almonds processed to meal&lt;br /&gt;50 gms melted butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup castor sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs thickened cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla (I used vanilla bean paste)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="Recipesubheader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preheat oven to 190oC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Combine all ingredients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Place level teaspoons of mix 4 cm apart on baking paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bake 7 mins, leave in trays 2 mins, then put on racks to cool.&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/26082441-2746286546075986125?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/2746286546075986125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=2746286546075986125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2746286546075986125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2746286546075986125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/lace-biscuits.html' title='lace biscuits'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7121600433736838736</id><published>2008-01-22T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T06:54:02.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>v for viagra</title><content type='html'>today was like shiat! stalked up the gloomy stairs with a dark cloud over my head (it seemed almost coincidental but as i walked past every hallway and flight of stairs, the lights would just go off. look how much darkness my dark cloud brings!) and walk into class and the first thing cheng mei says to me is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you look dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt dead too. i bet you i looked like a mad woman all day. my fringe was all over the place and i couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. and i became sleepier when stan stepped into the class with his goofy, toothy retarded grin. like :B. but i became interested when he said something about a Singh in court who holds a cane and has the authority to whack anyone who acts violently. and even the prime minister shall not be spared! can you imagine? sitting there, getting paid to cane misbehaving adults? hahha i wonder how much they pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude a: .... so your point is that kids are idiots?&lt;br /&gt;dude b: NO YOU MUTHA******* *******. ARE YOU AN ***** OR JUST PLAIN DUMB?&lt;br /&gt;*throws paper aeroplane*&lt;br /&gt;dude a: what the ****! *gets up from seat and attempts to lift it off the ground and throw it at the opposing party*&lt;br /&gt;cane man: *was asleep due to dull subjects and civil arguments but now awakes to the unusual chaos*&lt;br /&gt;dude a and b: *hides behind the alter thingy throwing paper "bombs" at each other*&lt;br /&gt;cane man: *picks up his cane and THWACK THWACK! smacks them across the face! and whacks one more time for extra measure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they except women for the job. haha and then towards the end of history, chengmei lifted up her big paper bag which i never notice and points to the bag and i read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Treasure &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; Experience&lt;/blockquote&gt;and i'm wondering why she showed it to me. then she points at this big blue thing at the side and realise it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Treasure &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; Experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VIAGRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i was laughing like mad. and at the side, it said "simply reliable". i asked her where she got it from and she said "my mom..." and i laughed so hard. i later found out that the doctors gave her the bag (viagra not included) cuz she needed it to carry stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then during bio we were checking out cells and i couldn't see a thing! had to go to other people's table to steal a look at their cells. and then we were supposed to check out &lt;b&gt;pig liver cells&lt;/b&gt;! and i caught miss low MASHING THE LIVER UP! it was so gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during infocomm, the sec ones came and we played whacko, double whacko and big eagle catch small bird. yes it's a direct chinese translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7121600433736838736?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7121600433736838736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7121600433736838736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7121600433736838736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7121600433736838736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/v-for-viagra.html' title='v for viagra'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7729316866680727280</id><published>2008-01-21T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:21:23.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music minute</title><content type='html'>i went to youtube and found this band called the bird and the bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R5R_6kVtYXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SvnD2yaAea0/s1600-h/birdbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R5R_6kVtYXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SvnD2yaAea0/s400/birdbee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157888117409931634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their music is pretty good. and i found out that this song "again and again" was sung by them.  she plays guitar and he plays the keyboard. and i can't be bothered to find out their names. i just now the woman is a famous person's granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDlEXQaMBpk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDlEXQaMBpk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is again and again. the beat is so catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nI3g9RaVkdY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nI3g9RaVkdY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is the polite dance song. it's got such a nice ring to it. TAP YOUR FEET PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7729316866680727280?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7729316866680727280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7729316866680727280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7729316866680727280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7729316866680727280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/music-minute.html' title='music minute'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R5R_6kVtYXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SvnD2yaAea0/s72-c/birdbee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-7028179663003114711</id><published>2008-01-21T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:28:47.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken noodle soup</title><content type='html'>today was... pretty much the usual. chinese was.. gah. maths was zzzzzzz. and chem we went to the lab and went mad. ling hui was trying to light the Bunsen burner and when it finally caught the flame, i went bonkers when let out a little squeal. one minute your clicking the clicky thingy and the next minute, the flame just shoots out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, IN YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was english and we were learning the three forms of irony. so we had to act out a scene that shows irony. so my group was doing this scene where i was the intelligent person and chengmei was the dumb one and pricilla was the announcer. and lucky clara and elissa were the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;i was carrying a dictionary by the way. and chengmei was holding a book upside down&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pricilla: Today is the finals for the smartest person contest! we have chengmei and rachel!&lt;br /&gt;chengmei: smiles awkwardly and takes the chance to push me around)&lt;br /&gt;Pricilla: And the prize goes to chengmei!&lt;br /&gt;Chengmei: (in a low patrick star- like voice) Yay! i'm the smartest person! AHAHAHA! ONE PLUS ONE IS THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then miss **** asks "so where's the irony?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the entire class says "one plus one is three"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ponders on it for a while then... "oh yea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha retarded. i know her maths is bad but i didnt know it was THAT bad. then had geog. blah that. and then was maths remedial! i was going mad with chengmei!  it was pure madness.it's like i'd suddenly burst into a song for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going mad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-7028179663003114711?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/7028179663003114711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=7028179663003114711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7028179663003114711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/7028179663003114711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/chicken-noodle-soup.html' title='chicken noodle soup'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8006462568912399377</id><published>2008-01-19T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:21:23.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING</title><content type='html'>went out with sirin today to raid guitar shops and find a potential bass i could buy in near future &lt;b&gt;YAY&lt;/b&gt;! she suggested getting this pleasantly pink bass. but i didn't like it. cuz the shade of pink and the design wasn't... me. haha then sirin was telling me that i choose form over function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I ADMIT. FORM DEFINITELY COMES BEFORE I DECIDED TO TEST IT'S FUNCTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... i should have phrased it another way.. rather suggestive isn't it? then me and sirin were walking in cirles, going around Maestro a couple of times and i got the greatest shock of my life. i saw. this guy wearing &lt;i&gt;pink&lt;/i&gt; skinnys. it was so traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were walking and walking and then went into this shop and (wait for it....) saw this &lt;u&gt;EMILY THE STRANGE GUITAR&lt;/u&gt;. it was so nice! but sirin was sighing disapprovingly. i think people probably thought i was mad, gushing over a guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R5H8T0VtYWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ux5hFbL_fKA/s1600-h/cfcdededb4c9839c8c707957acf088f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R5H8T0VtYWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ux5hFbL_fKA/s400/cfcdededb4c9839c8c707957acf088f9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157180465713340770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so pretty right! haha sirin was telling me i ought to look at other stuff. and i bought a hello kitty pick. haha it's retarded but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked all the way from raffles city to bras pasar while drinking bubble tea and chewing on the chewy pearls. then walked into this music store and saw this little cute minature guitar! it's pretty! and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP i just found out the emily the strange guitar is a limited edition one! I MUST HAVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-8006462568912399377?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8006462568912399377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8006462568912399377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8006462568912399377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8006462568912399377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping.html' title='SHOPPING'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R5H8T0VtYWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ux5hFbL_fKA/s72-c/cfcdededb4c9839c8c707957acf088f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4656393599049266298</id><published>2008-01-17T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:26:54.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala literature</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS THE DAY... I HAVE A DREAM... ONCE UPON A TIME... WHERE ART THOU ROMEO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let me get straight to the point. i feel like pushing mrs ******** and miss **** down the stairs. okay maybe not mrs ********* because she hasn't done anything to me. but i won't stand her ridiculous temper. you want to pms ah, go vent it on your husband (i am amazed her hubby can stand her)! are we little itty bitty ants you can just squash with all your disgusting cellulite-y butt? and miss ****! i very fun to pick on right? go ahead. pick on me. until you realise how incredibly childish and ridiculous you're acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha miss fazi is so nice! and she's really very funny. at first i thought she'd be another ***** *** but then she was teacher half-way and started talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bored she gets during the holidays. and cuz she's bored, she'll call her husband. and her husband will tell her to go watch tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she'll watch entertainment news and national geographic. about animals being.. homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she told us how often monkeys mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how she cried when the dog in I am Legend died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha she's so random! but she's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to the hall after an exhausting day of stoning and feeling guilty for not getting chengmei a present. and sat there listening to six people have a debate and rattle on about mass media... christianity.. how buddha isn't a religion... bald britney... mispronouncing words... and watching the tv isn't a religion... or how it's like a religion... and then the person presses the bell "DING DING DING DING DING!" and i wake up from my deep slumber feeling fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, they both didn't grasp the motion of the debate. which i completely agree. although now i can't remember what the motion was. something on mass media. but i wasn't listening. half the time i was thinking what my future would be like if i married a professional wine-maker who earns big bucks. i could be rich. and never have to use my brains again! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4656393599049266298?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4656393599049266298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4656393599049266298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4656393599049266298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4656393599049266298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/lalala-literature.html' title='lalala literature'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5954829423017145373</id><published>2008-01-14T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T04:13:08.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the BLEAH</title><content type='html'>monday monday monday. OH THE AGONY. monday sucks. they should make it a holiday. but then, everyone would' have tuesday blues. and we won't be happy. so we'll also make tuesday a holiday and then we'll all hate wednesday. so that'll become a holiday too. so then everyone will think. " hmm, let's just make everyday a holiday and we don't have ta go to work or school! we'll stay at home growing moldy, fat and lumpy. and everyone will be happy cuz everyday's a holiday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then everyone will go bankrupt cuz they aren't working. so they'll decide to rob a bank! yea! they'll burst into the bank with they're wives' stinky stockings on they're puny heads and wave blunt machetes around screaming "GIMMIE ALL YOUR MONEY AND NO ONE GET'S HURT!", hollywood style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they realise that they're turning into brainless pigs because since everyday was made a holiday, even bankers stayed home everyday watching moss grow on they're bellies. and after realising how stupid they were, they still helped themselves to the money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then sat down and thought about it. and figured since no one was working, they could just steal food straight from the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE END&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was youtube surfing again and found this excellent song by The Reason ft. Sara quin (from tegan and sara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0VKljXTsTA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0VKljXTsTA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the hottest song i've found so far! it's so nice! and the whole yin yang feel is so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5954829423017145373?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5954829423017145373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5954829423017145373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5954829423017145373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5954829423017145373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-bleah.html' title='what the BLEAH'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4610700892737037231</id><published>2008-01-13T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T07:50:01.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcakes and running</title><content type='html'>HARLOW EVERY-BODY! did you know that nicole richie and hubby, dunnoehisname madden, named their daughter " Harlow Winter Kate Madden"??!! i just demonstrated the one way people usually use the term "harlow"! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i went to watch coffee prince when i first got outta bed.  and was watching with my mouth hanging open. yea i was that tired. then i sat there and ate my breakfast and lunch and some chocolates (i can't believe it didnt occur to me that just sitting there scoffing down food would cause all the fats to go to my ass. eek).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made cupcakes everyone!!!!!!!!!!!! all by myself with no adult supervision! haha yay! and then sadly returned to my dingy little room to do homework. and in case you're wondering, yes. i am using my brain to think of chim words. after a while, my brain was on the verge of blowing itself to bits so i figured i'd join my mom and &lt;s&gt;that little imp&lt;/s&gt; my sister to the track to jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was crowded today. a lot of foreign (but asian, sadly)guys were playing soccer or running. OH WAIT. there were ang mohs. but they were wee lil' kiddies who trip over their feet trying to kick the ball back onto the field. haha so cute. so i ran a few rounds and sat at the stands. i didnt want to give the half-naked cheena guy another chance to run past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came back and bathed myself under cold water. wait. that is an understatement. i WAS FREEZING under the cold water. anyways, i went to facebook and omg! i saw something so shocking! someone sent my an invitation to this..... application. haha i told esther. and you'd be shocked too if i told you what that application is and who sent it to me! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO FALL SICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4610700892737037231?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4610700892737037231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4610700892737037231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4610700892737037231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4610700892737037231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/cupcakes-and-running.html' title='cupcakes and running'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-8364669139753513348</id><published>2008-01-11T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:00:03.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why i can never seem to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) because sitting next to chengmei makes me feel fat&lt;br /&gt;2) because geog teacher makes puke. she's so friggin flabby. and her chin is so GAH. there isn't even a word to describe her grotesque neck! oh wait there is. i just used it. yes. her neck is &lt;b&gt;grotesque&lt;/b&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;3) my english is failing!&lt;br /&gt;4) i attempt to go green and wish for 'world peace!'(as quoted from every woman who ever joined a beauty pageant) for the greater good! but i can't be bothered in the end.&lt;br /&gt;5) the stupid bleh principal(who's hair appears to stick to her face and her face looks like she went for botox) really irks me.&lt;br /&gt;6) i lost my funny bone.&lt;br /&gt;7) i feel like a fish.&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/26082441-8364669139753513348?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/8364669139753513348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=8364669139753513348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8364669139753513348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/8364669139753513348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-i-can-never-seem-to-be-happy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4332398194723456871</id><published>2008-01-11T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:39:34.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rachel sad</title><content type='html'>i woke up today because my butt hurt. well, i feel like my entire body was beaten up. i hate running! and sprinting! it's so stressful. it's like you're holding a baton, then suddenly, you chiong 100 (or 110 m according to colin phee) meters and whack the baton into the other person's hand. and speaking of colin phee, he made everyone get down onto the track and asked us to get into the male push-up position and bring one hand up behind the back and HOLD IT THERE FOR 40 SECONDS. oh my god i nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so tough and after that, your palms turn red and look diseased because of the red track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was watching coffee prince yesterday and realised something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/mushock/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Gong yoo(the main guy) looks like seth tan. no kidding! i googled his picture and compared to stan in the year book and i'm like "WHOA! SEPARATED AT BIRTH!" haha don't believe me you guys go and check. i'll post a photo of both later. i'm too lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've being hanging around the house poking my books. i don't wanna do homework! i'd rather knock myself out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4332398194723456871?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4332398194723456871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4332398194723456871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4332398194723456871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4332398194723456871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/rachel-sad.html' title='rachel sad'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-2294207674154675935</id><published>2008-01-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:21:23.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny bone</title><content type='html'>today was the perfect day to doze off in class. which i didnt manage to do since chengmei poking my fats...i mean arm to keep me awake.maths was fun. FINALLY i understand! i see the light!!!!! (angels appear singing some opera song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but school isn't fun. after school (and that stupid talk about respect)i went to 3 U and was being tortured as xiwen kept tossing her new blue and white football at me. i hate flying balls. so esther, debra and i went out and cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like there's something buzzing around me. but there's no flies... i'm hallucinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA was so fun. haha i don't ever remembering my senior being so nice. well maybe she has been but i forgot. the sec twos pranced into our section and played whacko with a pathetic, and small, paper stick for the next hour. it was so funny. Cheryl, Debra and Xiwen were the hot favourites that kept getting whacked! ahaha. people kept calling xiwen and hitting her with the stick. it was super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers are super super crazy. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R4YTaEVtYVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9lt0P5W0w-o/s1600-h/Rach,deebs,esther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R4YTaEVtYVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9lt0P5W0w-o/s400/Rach,deebs,esther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153828162134434130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A GIANT AND THEY ARE THE SMALL PEOPLE! haha my head looks like it's dripping goo... eurgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-2294207674154675935?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/2294207674154675935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=2294207674154675935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2294207674154675935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2294207674154675935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-bone.html' title='funny bone'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aAoeK77ySRg/R4YTaEVtYVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9lt0P5W0w-o/s72-c/Rach,deebs,esther.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1630295317429575629</id><published>2008-01-09T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:51:07.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love me nots</title><content type='html'>i've been going on a facebook- i'll- attack- you're- vampire/werewolf/slayer/zombie rampage and i have a feeling everyone's gonna hate me. i've been staring at the computer screen clicking (clicky clicky!) around and eat chumps from other vampires/werewolves/slayers/zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so soooooo fun! way fun! more fun than friendster. but friednster's good for stalking people. not..that.. i do that... anyhow, facebook is so cool and awesome and i'm addicted and i don't wanna do my homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1630295317429575629?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1630295317429575629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1630295317429575629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1630295317429575629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1630295317429575629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-me-nots.html' title='love me nots'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-2602067597477525</id><published>2008-01-08T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:59:52.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the life of a teenager</title><content type='html'>the teacher's i got this year are pretty much okay people. mrs wang is nice and claims not to scold people cuz it causes wrinkles. mrs fung is nice a nice teacher who makes me wonder what prawny has been trying to teach me the entire year. mr choo... damn funny that one. andddddd mrs s. i could strangle her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went to the science centre for micro mouse competition. in the end, we ended up lying all over the place while doing our homework. yes folks, even i am amazed that i was so bored i hit the books. then i went with xiwen and debra to buy lollies. i highly recommend not buying the watermelon one. then went to the auditorium for a lecture and we were playing golf on xiwen's handphone and snapping pictures of auntie suan choo, who fell asleep. haha the pictures are hilarious. i'll try to grab them from xiwen. then i got bored and started gnawing on my lollipop. i wanted to throw it away so badly. it tasted weird. but it would've wasted my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm back. so there. my life in a nutshell. anyways, literature teacher's in dunnoe where soooooo FREE PERIOD TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-2602067597477525?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/2602067597477525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=2602067597477525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2602067597477525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/2602067597477525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-life-of-teenager.html' title='oh the life of a teenager'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-5374397953173882937</id><published>2008-01-04T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:53:52.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to find out what my name means on some website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You entered: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;rachel ho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are 8 letters in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Those 8 letters total to 43&lt;br /&gt;There are  3 vowels and 5 consonants in your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What your first name means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hebrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ewe. Rachel was the second and favoured wife of Jacob in the Old Testament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Biblical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #7 are: &lt;/b&gt;Analysis, understanding, knowledge, awareness, studious, meditating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The expression or destiny for #7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought, analysis, introspection, and seclusiveness are all characteristics of the expression number 7. The hallmark of the number 7 is a good mind, and especially good at searching out and finding the truth. You are so very capable of analyzing, judging and discriminating, that very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, often becoming an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well. The positive aspects of the 7 expression are that you can be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word. You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it. You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals. At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained . Because of this, you are not very adaptable, and you may tend to be overly critical and intolerant. You really like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. You neither show or understand emotions very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, i'm thinking : hmm maybe that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Soul Urge number of 3 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Soul Urge number 3 your desire in life is personal expression, and generally enjoying life to its fullest. You want to participate in an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends. You want to be in the limelight, expressing your artistic or intellectual talents. Word skills may be your thing; speaking, writing, acting, singing. In a positive sense, the 3 energy is friendly, outgoing and always very social. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have a decidedly upbeat attitude that is rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 3 Soul Urge gives intuitive insight, thus, very high creative and inspirational tendencies. The truly outstanding trait shown by the 3 Soul Urge is that of self-expression, regardless of the field of endeavor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the negative side, you may at times become too easygoing and too optimistic, tending to scatter forces and accomplish very little. Often, the excessive 3 energy produces non-stop talkers. Everyone has faults, but the 3 soul urge doesn't appreciate having these pointed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here i'm thinking: okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Inner Dream number of 4 means: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here i'm thinking: zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-5374397953173882937?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/5374397953173882937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=5374397953173882937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5374397953173882937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/5374397953173882937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-went-to-find-out-what-my-name-means.html' title=''/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-6048664352492652825</id><published>2007-12-31T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:28:47.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year disaster</title><content type='html'>last night i went to my mom's new year party. all her senior colleagues were there so it was mostly old people and they're wives and little kiddies. i was so bored there cuz there was no one to talk to. i was so tempted to talk to the waiters. so anyway, they had a buffet and i took some food, sat down and eat. it was so awkward cuz the table was rectangular and it seated 8 people. so along the long side of the table, my mom, dad and sister faced two ladies and one husband. i sat along the short side. so i was facing the other woman's husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got so awkward. so i finished up my food very quickly and ran away to get dessert. there was some pudding... and a little cake and this thing that was wrapped in a leaf... and i was wondering why they didnt have any spoons. so i had to eat the pudding with a fork. so while waiting for a cup of orange juice to come, i took a few sips of my dad's wine (might be an understatement. my dad claims that i drank a bit more than a few sips) and just ate the small piece of cake whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to watch some performance. and these two dance instructer came out to dance. then out came their students, in bikini-like outfits. i mean, why would you wear something like that with &lt;i&gt; old men and women around?!&lt;/i&gt; so they dance dance dance and went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i had enough of the funny music, the male dance instructor came out and danced with the boss's wife. and then she went back and another one came out and danced tango. it was so weird. cuz the guy's head was like jerking so suddenly and the lady was trying to keep up. it's weird though... married women.. dancing with a dude with a pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then they had dancing lessons for those wanting to learn how to cha cha. and i went out into the open to get some fresh air. it was pretty dark and i didnt see the step in front of me. so... i fell. it's not like those little trips. i just fell with a thud. so embarrassing. so i stumbled back to the table only to find that my mom, dad and sister were up there dancing. so ran to hide in the toilet just in case my dad decided to drag me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, went out side to watch fireworks. then found out that a tree was blocking the way. went back inside and sat down and watched old people dancing... and my sister was trying to act pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year... wasn't really the best lah.. but the food was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-6048664352492652825?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/6048664352492652825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=6048664352492652825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6048664352492652825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/6048664352492652825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-disaster.html' title='new year disaster'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-1467817235067931149</id><published>2007-12-29T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:27:44.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>was feeling whoozy yesterday. all because mom gave me this little pill which was rejected by my immune system. but felt better at night so mom and dad brought me out to buy shoes. i was so miffed because most were either too ugly, too expensive or just didnt fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but along the way, saw some pretty necklaces. there was this one with a cat pendant on it. it was sooo pretty. but my mom didnt want to buy it (she said i'd look like a witch, which i think is a bit ridiculous). so in the end, i settled for some itti &amp;amp; otto pumps. and my feet were dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today at 12.30. and slugged around the house until my dad dragged me out to have my contact lens made. so got there and they had to take the measurements for the curvature of my eye. and after shining bright lights into my eyes, they told my dad that the kind of lens that was prescribed to me cost $600. you should've seen my dad's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(his eyes were practically bulging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he said okay anyway. then he went with my mom to look at houses. i have a feeling he's gonna complain to her about the price. bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-1467817235067931149?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/1467817235067931149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=1467817235067931149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1467817235067931149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/1467817235067931149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-4325388975995384063</id><published>2007-12-27T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:12:38.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shocked</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning and was having a fever. but was so bored just now, i followed my dad up to some end of year "whoppee dee doo" party. there was food, drinks, melted ice cream and a bunch of balloons for the little kids who just want to scare each other by bursting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so said "Hi" to a couple of aunties and uncles (i don't know if it's just me of something, but there's no one in this area whom i wish to make conversation with. they're either little kiddies or big adults. so, i don't play with kiddies. and i don't talk to adults. AND THERE'S NO ONE MY AGE.) and sat down in a corner burning my mouth with spicy mee siam. then a couple of neighbours (yes esther, i have neighbours) came up and passed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a present, two boxes of chocolate and a coffee mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened the present and found with photoframe with a fluffy material that covers the sides. and there is a little bear attached to it. it's leg looks dislocated. but a sweet present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got bored and watched my sister and a neighbour's kid play "i'll stab you with a balloon" with an adult. now really you'd expect the adult to win. but he went to fight with two hyper kids. he offered himself as an opponent. the outcome? an adult waving a couple of balloons around while being beaten and stabbed with balloons. the kids are merciless. and yes my sister is feisty. which adds to my frustration at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone out there is a whiz in maths, please help me do my homework. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-4325388975995384063?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/4325388975995384063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=4325388975995384063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4325388975995384063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/4325388975995384063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2007/12/shocked.html' title='shocked'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26082441.post-991954870180738373</id><published>2007-12-24T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:35:58.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shrek the halls</title><content type='html'>here's one for all you peeps who missed &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Shrek the halls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! so here are the vids! enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek the halls part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPSNhPylA8c&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPSNhPylA8c&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek the halls part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgyuRTqSdmc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgyuRTqSdmc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek the halls part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQu7P6t8J5Q&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQu7P6t8J5Q&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to my mom's friend's son's birthday party yesterday. it was pretty boring cuz i don't talk to them very often. so my mom's friend's son is 16, according to his sister who is 12. and i, being 14, don't really communicate well with either. partially cuz they are surrounded by screaming little boys and girls. so i sat in the living room amongst the chaos of aunties and uncles laughing eating lasagna. but i only took a wee little portion because i kinda ate a little mac and cheese before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then blah blah blah 2 hours passed and we all gather round to sing birthday song. and his mom gave my this big hunk (my definition of hunk: #1 hot dude #2 humongous + chunk = hunk) of cake. and there was lots of marzipan on it. it was a very big piece. so a ate it. and my mom was lecturing me on getting diabetes. then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showered, watched tv, and tried to sleep. but couldn't. the sugar was keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walked into the kitchen (did i tell you my sister is fed up with the scary doll and threw it aside?) and sat there eating cereal for dunnoe how long. then went back and tossed and turned in bed and fell asleep. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, i went to xiwen's church thing. (sorry esther! i had to bake cupcakes in the morning/early afternoon/till 3). then gave her a couple of cupcakes. and stoned at the busstop opposite thomson plaza waiting for 165. and then went to adam road hawker centre and ate each other's cupcakes (she claimed her mom baked it but any how, it was nice). then went into her church. the people she introduced me to were super nice. but i was being tense, says xiwen. she was like "rachel! socialize! start a conversation!" but i was feeling weird. i mean how do you talk to someone you've never met before? and then i was mortified by this giant bunny that was at the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the production was pretty funny and nice. and when it ended my bladder was on the verge of exploding. then my parents  came to fetch me and brought me to vivo for some last minute shopping. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THE GIBSON HUMMINGBIRD GUITAR SO BAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26082441-991954870180738373?l=cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/feeds/991954870180738373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26082441&amp;postID=991954870180738373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/991954870180738373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26082441/posts/default/991954870180738373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiesandcream93.blogspot.com/2007/12/shrek-halls.html' title='shrek the halls'/><author><name>rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17779405792329630884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
