<?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-5907921374043242707</id><updated>2012-02-18T00:33:25.058+07:00</updated><category term='articles'/><category term='rihanna'/><category term='hatin on the club'/><category term='car accident'/><category term='parfume review'/><category term='book&apos;s review'/><category term='math similar and congruent triangle'/><category term='fragrance'/><category term='lenovo'/><category term='cosmetics'/><category term='paulo coelho'/><category term='quote'/><category term='song'/><category term='witch of portobello'/><category term='new stuff'/><category term='athena'/><category term='aaliyah'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='patchouli'/><category term='diary'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>qoo's dream</title><subtitle type='html'>ThIz iZ just my simple thought bout MySelf's thought. Which I sometimes ThiNk it for Every Single Day, Every 2ble month, and For every 3ple year :P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2408144674268053247</id><published>2012-02-05T23:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T23:56:18.584+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE ZYNGA!</title><content type='html'>Phew okay first of all, i'm not givin any bad comment about ZYNGA :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna say that ZYNGA makes me addicted to CastleVille &amp;amp; Hidden Chronicles games. At first I just wanna spent my resting time with something refreshing like games. But then lately they just start to consume my sleeping time. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep up the good work ZYNGA... in no time u will have a sleepless human zombie bcoz of the games phewwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2408144674268053247?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2408144674268053247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2408144674268053247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2408144674268053247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2408144674268053247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hate-zynga.html' title='I HATE ZYNGA!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7668255597648396659</id><published>2012-01-08T13:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:30:06.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012-The year when everything will end</title><content type='html'>Another same old drama. What is belief? Religion? Faith? What are they? When something only bring war instead of peace could we called them good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to recall that every kind of worship thing start to creep me out. It creeps me as in now it's so clear to me that what happen 1000 years ago still happening now. People just never realized how odd this pattern but also so clear that we human are just a toys for some GODsss above there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7668255597648396659?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7668255597648396659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7668255597648396659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7668255597648396659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7668255597648396659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-year-when-everything-will-end.html' title='2012-The year when everything will end'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-336440117904070777</id><published>2011-04-26T18:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:33:10.122+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Nothing exists; all is a dream. God—man—the world—the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars—a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space—and you!...And you are not you—you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://encyclopedia2.tfd.com/Twain,+Mark"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt; (1835-1910)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish i could hang on in there.... :)&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/5907921374043242707-336440117904070777?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/336440117904070777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=336440117904070777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/336440117904070777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/336440117904070777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2011/04/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8390120870917099411</id><published>2011-02-12T00:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:06:55.175+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journalism</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about this while i'm driving this afternoon to my student's house. i do admire journalism, writing, literature and so on. But it had crossed over my mind that why there is such things like GRAMMAR, VOCABULARY, TENSES and so on. Article or newspaper should inform someone about what happened. How can you tell someone if you used a complicated words and not the common words. &lt;div&gt;Educated and uneducated people shall get the same opportunities to understand about things when they read. Sometimes i still confused if i'm reading an article. Is it should be that hard to understand? Why you made it public if there aren't 100% people will understand the writing. Nowadays journalism become like scrabble board. who got a nice word got the highest paid. I realize this when i helped my students with her English movie review, they need us to use another 'fancy words' what????? and i realized did movie critics use a special words to get the attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why words now categorized into different subject or theme as i said. Economy, Science, Art, Music, and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel sick about this writing things, and maybe this is why i can't even finish my short stories. Bcos there are rules about how to write something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8390120870917099411?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8390120870917099411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8390120870917099411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8390120870917099411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8390120870917099411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2011/02/journalism.html' title='Journalism'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-6937616062138168727</id><published>2010-11-18T02:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:33:10.619+07:00</updated><title type='text'>why me</title><content type='html'>What was her mind when she had me inside?&lt;br /&gt;What was his mind when she had me inside?&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll never know what the answer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not and will never ready for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are better left unknown&lt;br /&gt;Even something can't be easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she sad? Is he regret?&lt;br /&gt;No contacts allowed is that a deal?&lt;br /&gt;I always in this grey area. And this bomb inside my head is easily start ticking with only one word. I can't hate myself because i just can hold on to myself. No one can help me. But I still wish somehow there's someone there who can lift me up from this burden forever, from the darkness i face, from the coldness in the bottom i felt. I do really wish. "Believe in something small" I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i see my soul, when there is nothing i can see. this blindfold is covering me since the beginning i open my eyes. Or when i arrived in this body. i do need some courage to go. i do need to find the clue, but how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 choice , find the truth or let it be the past and i will write my own version in my head like i want to, the way i can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick or health?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i can't forgive you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what reason you have&lt;br /&gt;No matter what condition you struggle&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you've been going through&lt;br /&gt;I wish you know that I blame you for all of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why me? not her? not him?&lt;br /&gt;why me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-6937616062138168727?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6937616062138168727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=6937616062138168727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6937616062138168727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6937616062138168727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-me.html' title='why me'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2021775167697787934</id><published>2010-09-05T22:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:00:38.644+07:00</updated><title type='text'>confusing thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, this thing always come back to me every year (i guess)... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never realize that my brain can work out many thought. I'm soon gonna be 26 and i haven't decided what i want to do with my life. I just stay focus with what i have and what i want to have but the truth is  instead of those thought, i keep a deepfull thought about live. I wanna be someone else who have another interesting thing to do daily. I'm dull here. I feel empty. I can't even express my own feeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will I find what I've been looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Will I walk through this darkness forever?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be forgiven for my mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;Will I forgive every mistakes that has been done?&lt;br /&gt;Will I get my happy ever after?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Will I .........&lt;br /&gt;Ever gonna answer all my questions............&lt;br /&gt;&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/5907921374043242707-2021775167697787934?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2021775167697787934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2021775167697787934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2021775167697787934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2021775167697787934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2010/09/confusing-thought.html' title='confusing thought!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-6771009798846853929</id><published>2010-08-19T11:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:59:09.483+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new stuff'/><title type='text'>where my money goes..................... part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, i'm back..&lt;div&gt;lately i'm not focused with what i'm doing (except my work) besides working time, i take my laziness to the fullest. Sometimes layin around, reading a book, or BBM-ing ---&gt; this is so on rite now. Maybe i should list my useless activities :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Laying aroung (daydreaming)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. BBM-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Playing with itouch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Reading my unread novelsssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While doing that, i still have pending things i should be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"1. Cleaning, tide up my room coz its all mess!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this need extra lot attention, time, energy and so on) ----&gt; which makes me so lazy to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woops, enough the opening... i just want to list where's my money goes (and its part 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/TGyz4tilUBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PWG76VOuOGw/s1600/picblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/TGyz4tilUBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PWG76VOuOGw/s400/picblog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506974231245967378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/TGyz4tilUBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PWG76VOuOGw/s1600/picblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nude/beige pump heel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay when i first saw it, I already fell in love... but i'm still lookin around find the other model and cheaper of course :) but in the end i can't find it. So i finally bought it.. I plan to use it on my birthday(comin on september yay) and it's for my birthday gift from : me, myself and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ZENO hot spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blemish remover, it gives you hot feel on your acne and it says can remove the blemish from your face. I just curious and I think it works (maybe) , cause there ain't so much acne on my face, i wish this Zeno thingy can remove fat too (-__-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I-touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm i don't know why am i buying this ???? argh well for style point i guess??? I'm not really fanatic lunatic music listener, and i listen radio more than my mp3, but the games helps killing my time :) and last time this thing drive me insane coz it entered recovery mode when i upgraded it to OS 4. In the end I realize that my 8GB itouch can't do the multitasking ARGH.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Body shop tea tree + L'occitane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That're tea tree variant from Body Shop, Face mask and Face toner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shampoo, Shower cream (peony) &amp;amp; Body milk (peony) from L'occitane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay for the tea tree i find it usefull but for L'occitane I just like the smell of the Peony. For the shampoo, the BA said it contain peppermint that can cooling your scalp but i don't feel anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urgh.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. JAY CHOU'S CONCERT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the most valuable money goes in my life. Okay that's the 10th year of JC singing career and i've been so lucky that my friend can get us TICKETS only just 3 days before. OMG, i still can't believe i've been in JC concert :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert held in Singapore. :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Michael Kors watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Accessories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheap bangles, ring, Clutch(Body'nSoul), Long necklace (Body'nSoul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Flower bouquet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is worth! Gave it for my mom's birthday on July. It last for 2 weeks i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend had this closing store and sale the clothes. I bought it with best deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Hello Kitty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i just wanna have fun with my lil sister with this cute big clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHEW DONE DONE DONE..... This is my part 2....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for the big price.... I think i spent my 1 month hard work for all that stuff :D well but that were spent at different month, so i guess i'm not really feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I JUST HAVING FUN WITH MY LIFE !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-6771009798846853929?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6771009798846853929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=6771009798846853929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6771009798846853929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6771009798846853929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-my-money-goes-part-2.html' title='where my money goes..................... part 2'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/TGyz4tilUBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PWG76VOuOGw/s72-c/picblog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8088191491942415826</id><published>2010-06-27T18:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:29:34.969+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate You!</title><content type='html'>Blah Blah blah and once again i heard about the religion thingy! That's my rights to believe or not to believe in something. And anyway you're not givin the right example too! And this church thingy ain't gonna bring you to heaven! ain't makin this family holds up together. This happen because we are smart human, we understand when we need to shut up our mouth. Yeah yeah yeah, satan satan satan lately this thing become more popular. The way you blame other ppl except yourself is super proving your ideal of christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... i have this miserable of faith since 5 years ago. should i bring this problem into my whole life? I have no idea, i can't just put it in the garbage thingy, because somehow if that problem solved means my life ended ..... either it ends happily or the opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, i still can't get the people who always judge people by its religion! what's wrong with u people!!!! whatever it is, when the time has come i hope i will survive ................ but still I HATE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8088191491942415826?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8088191491942415826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8088191491942415826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8088191491942415826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8088191491942415826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate You!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-3714495656772656736</id><published>2009-11-28T22:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:40:47.118+07:00</updated><title type='text'>There was this time</title><content type='html'>Saturday nite, it was a looong busy month...&lt;br&gt;A lot things happen, but some were steady.. I still need to find some answer.. Though I may not find it soon, but I believe it exist somewhere in this universe...&lt;br&gt;There was this time when I was so young and na&amp;#239;ve... I believe evrything in this world is as beautiful as the ocean or the sky.. But the truth is unbelievable , destructive for me.. &lt;br&gt;There was this time when I started to start a lil bit naugthiest side inside of me.. Tryin a new fun in my life but evrything just came back ZERO. EmPtY. And DULL.&lt;br&gt;There was this time when I go to God for a peace in my soul, but then something just never last forever.. The trials always come no matter how hard u try....&lt;br&gt;And... There was this time... the nite when I&amp;#39;m feelin so lonely with a glass of liquor n a pack of cigar... Phew... &lt;br&gt;Life is sooooooo colourfull.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-3714495656772656736?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3714495656772656736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=3714495656772656736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/3714495656772656736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/3714495656772656736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-was-this-time.html' title='There was this time'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-519331817913156358</id><published>2009-10-16T00:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:44:39.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 tips of better life...</title><content type='html'>25 TIPS FOR A BETTER LIFE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. &amp;amp; while you walk, SMILE. It is the ultimate anti-depressant.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;My purpose is to __________ today.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, and almonds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Don&amp;#39;t waste your precious energy on gossip, energy vampires, issues of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Life isn&amp;#39;t fair, but it&amp;#39;s still good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Don&amp;#39;t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. You don&amp;#39;t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Make peace with your past so it won&amp;#39;t spoil the present.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Don&amp;#39;t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: &amp;#39;In five years, will this matter?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Time heals everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Your job won&amp;#39;t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. Each night before you go to bed complete the following statements:&lt;br&gt;I am thankful for __________. Today I accomplished _________.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Please forward this to everyone you care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-519331817913156358?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/519331817913156358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=519331817913156358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/519331817913156358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/519331817913156358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/25-tips-of-better-life.html' title='25 tips of better life...'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-305832802906094651</id><published>2009-10-06T21:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:22:58.212+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myday</title><content type='html'>I think I should write somethin in my blog.. I just think a new interactive way 2 xpress my feelin... So I will write down evry thought that slipped to my mind and write it down here... Like tweeterin n fb n pm - ing on blog..... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12.48am - suddenly feel losin my livin energy... &lt;br&gt;9.20pm - dang! I can&amp;#39;t fulfill my purpose todae! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry maybe I can do better tomorrow&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-305832802906094651?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/305832802906094651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=305832802906094651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/305832802906094651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/305832802906094651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/10/myday.html' title='Myday'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5462178766730300973</id><published>2009-09-16T20:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:44:02.622+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SrDroszOk8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/yNpo7UdD-ng/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDE4MDIuanBn%3F%3D-742623"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SrDroszOk8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/yNpo7UdD-ng/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDE4MDIuanBn%3F%3D-742623"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382060639161062338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes! Correct! I&amp;#39;m soon gonna drown in the pile of books! That&amp;#39;s the 2nd book I bought in these 2 days... I still have 2 books waitin in the line and I already bought 2 more books ... Nice!!! From what I remembered... I ever bought 3 books and at the end I only read one of them :D auch... Sometimes I just need reason to read book that I don&amp;#39;t really like it!... Phew.. I hope I can finish this! Soon! Must!&lt;br&gt;Yeepeee boooks I&amp;#39;m comiiiiin&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174; smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5462178766730300973?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5462178766730300973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5462178766730300973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5462178766730300973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5462178766730300973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/09/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SrDroszOk8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/yNpo7UdD-ng/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDE4MDIuanBn%3F%3D-742623' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-240423706375807385</id><published>2009-07-23T21:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:56:30.884+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for everything</title><content type='html'>i don't know what's going on.. i just need to say sorry to everyone... i feel like i've been doing so much mistakes... and keep on doing it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for  all the ppl there who knows me well and start to know me.. sorry for everything, for every word that i've said, things that i've done, i hope in the next and new me... i can be a better person...&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/5907921374043242707-240423706375807385?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/240423706375807385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=240423706375807385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/240423706375807385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/240423706375807385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-for-everything.html' title='sorry for everything'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7049064191944595547</id><published>2009-07-09T15:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:51:57.129+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another heart feelin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Am i in my way of destructing myself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately i never can control myself, i don't know what i want or what i feel, i've been searching everywhere, talkin to every people.... once i laugh i'll forget what makes me sad.... but then those nitemare keep comin back to me... i don't know how to start trustin people i guess... or maybe for whole mylife i'll never trust anyone... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most people will connect me to the religion to find a peace for my soul.. my life is like pieces of puzzle that shattered everywhere... and i don't know how to start build it , where is the first piece that will connect to another piece that will make a complete picture of my life... For all this time i think i don't hve any piece that connect to other piece....  and after all this time i blame the religion that makes my life this complicated.... eveni do understand completely that Life is just a journey that i should walk in.. so simple just like we eat, breath, smile, or cryin... but why every people making it so hard to do! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should enjoy my life isn't it? SHOULD! but i can't every single moment that i passed it, just bring another problems...... it keeps comin back to me.. why why why why.... no one can answer it.. i'm not that kind of moaning person.... but with too much complaint.. just make me want to throw it back to the ppl who puke that complaint! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa can i give someone love that i never had it for all my life?.......................... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-i'm cryin from the deepest soul of my heart-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7049064191944595547?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7049064191944595547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7049064191944595547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7049064191944595547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7049064191944595547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-heart-feelin.html' title='another heart feelin'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7980512679010976916</id><published>2009-06-28T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:26:20.184+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I ?</title><content type='html'>-Can I get my happiness with someone that hasn&amp;#39;t understand what&amp;#39;s the meaning of it?-&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m in the middle of watching transformer&lt;br&gt;But my mind crossing all over things except the movie! Funny! Cos everybody is talking bout the movie... But, I&amp;#39;m not in the good mood for evrything!...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Aaaaaa sam just said &amp;#39;stop complaining!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I shouldn&amp;#39;t talk my sadness or my problems here, but no place for me to share.. I don&amp;#39;t need a solution or someone to calm me or watever.... I just need to get this freaky things out of my mind!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just know that many ppl haven&amp;#39;t find the meaning of life... Isn&amp;#39;t that what we should lookin for? Not money not all the good stuff in the world....&lt;br&gt;I hang out with someone, the X... Who loves to spend money to buy some xpensive branded things.... I&amp;#39;ve never dare 2 asked the purpose why X doing that things.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Girls like dangerous boys! -mikaela)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Is someone get the price by outfit they used? Or by evry single xpensive things they own???  &lt;br&gt;But then this is just my thought... If u can&amp;#39;t get comfy with evry single things that u hve n tryin to fit into something that u can&amp;#39;t even handle..... U just NOTHING ....&lt;br&gt;I hope I can change X... Can I? ................&lt;br&gt;I do miss something peacefull in my heart, mind and soul... But even I can&amp;#39;t achieve that till the end of my life... I&amp;#39;m gratefull with evrything I&amp;#39;ve been through....&lt;br&gt;Evry sadness&lt;br&gt;Evry happiness&lt;br&gt;Evry joy&lt;br&gt;Evry anger, dissapointed&lt;br&gt;Evry love that I&amp;#39;ve been given or been taken from me&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gratefull for evry single of it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love! Smooooch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7980512679010976916?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7980512679010976916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7980512679010976916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7980512679010976916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7980512679010976916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-i.html' title='Can I ?'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1539160194465865122</id><published>2009-06-27T13:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:48:20.465+07:00</updated><title type='text'>steady....</title><content type='html'>Hm.. i don't hve something to share actually... but then i just want to write...&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my fren's blog.. it contains some info about indies movie.. and i was attached at this quote there're some actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;it's like Newton's first principle; beauty is inversely proportional to brain&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why did God create us differently if God only wants to be worshipped one way?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;That's why God created Love, so that those who are different can unite!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have been given the privilege to learn more. Those who know nothing is easier provoked"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God loves Cina(man) and Annisa (woman), but they cannot love each other because they call God using different names"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Religion is the cheapest propaganda that has caused countless historical human slaughters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------- can't wait to see the movie----------------------&lt;br /&gt;see youtube for the trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvXVDo3OHUs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvXVDo3OHUs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1539160194465865122?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1539160194465865122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1539160194465865122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1539160194465865122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1539160194465865122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/steady.html' title='steady....'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-6524834701336974415</id><published>2009-06-25T12:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:20:42.211+07:00</updated><title type='text'>some.. encourage...</title><content type='html'>-There is no road signs in life; no sign telling us to stop, make a right, make a left or even to slow down. There is no road map in life and not every thing in life laid out according to plan.That is what makes life interesting in one way and frightening on the other. It is really up to us to make a decision in life -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like drivin a car huh????? only without sign and rules and everything :o&lt;br /&gt;Taken from someone's blog.. which i don't know where, cause the person still not telling me the address... thanks to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Miss ya-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-6524834701336974415?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6524834701336974415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=6524834701336974415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6524834701336974415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6524834701336974415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-encourage.html' title='some.. encourage...'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7930739647082042685</id><published>2009-06-21T06:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:17:50.112+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on..... I'm not having a new life I just in the middle of program that has that theme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap... That's a lil bit scary and desperate to hear..... But, maybe for some ppl this is the only way to face their problem......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been join this program a couple times and all of them was never comin from my request... Either my frens called me to accompany or somebody just told me to come and not need any NO answer! (It's happen to me now :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,and fully understand that all of these are important for my life but then a part of me... That I've had taken care for such a long n hard way.... I can't just let it go... Even I know somehow evrything would be okay! I'm afraid confused and feel guilty at the same time.... Yeap... Another cloudy mind.... I hope I can get through thiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7930739647082042685?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7930739647082042685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7930739647082042685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7930739647082042685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7930739647082042685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2643503151442123735</id><published>2009-06-13T12:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:16:43.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What love can buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed but not sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicine but not health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxuries but not culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusement but not happines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquintance but not friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finery but not beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House but not home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food but not appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer but not brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SeX but not LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2643503151442123735?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2643503151442123735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2643503151442123735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2643503151442123735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2643503151442123735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-love-can-buy-bed-but-not-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2148642839769194218</id><published>2009-06-12T00:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:35:33.277+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying home all day long!</title><content type='html'>Yap... That&amp;#39;s correct... I&amp;#39;m not working today.. And when I asked my mom to go shopping with me, she said she gonna take my sist for swimming, even in the end it&amp;#39;s raining...and my sist cancelled swimming... So I end up at my room watching How I met Your Mother season 4... &lt;br&gt;There is no coincidence, evrything happen for a reason rite? Guess wat... There&amp;#39;s been traffic evrywheree so... I was so lucky didn&amp;#39;t go anywhere ;)&lt;br&gt;Besides, I watched a very nice series... I like the story about 3 days later... Kinda insult Jesus, but hey...they surely got a point....I&amp;#39;ll write the complete quote... Later... But I like the other story ... Here&amp;#39;s the quote I like : you can&amp;#39;t plan your life..... &amp;quot;U can&amp;#39;t design ur life like a building&lt;br&gt;U just hve to live it and it will design itself&amp;quot; --- gosh I love this word so much.. Yeap n I&amp;#39;m still tryin to live my life ... And try not to design or planning perfectly my entire life... I know somehow fairytales not always hve a happy ending but at least they ever felt happy... No matter what my ending... I&amp;#39;ll take it as my design... My only design of my life -- E.O.S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2148642839769194218?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2148642839769194218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2148642839769194218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2148642839769194218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2148642839769194218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoying-home-all-day-long.html' title='Enjoying home all day long!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7706553078307812447</id><published>2009-06-09T05:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:11:51.294+07:00</updated><title type='text'>!Bad mood!</title><content type='html'>Yap! I'm waking up at 5am in the morning and I feel bad... Don't ask me why cos I don't even know..Why am I feel this way... Should I cry,laugh or angry? I still not know the answer... But one thing that I know for sure that today is going to be a long daaaaay....&lt;br /&gt;This couple months 'something' tryin to play with my heart.... I said something cos I'm not so sure about... Is it destiny, wishes comin true or jokes or hope or whateva.... But one thing I learn is coincidence never exist!!! Every single thing happen for a reason.... And ready or not we hve to be prepared to choose... I was thinking bout my past (I'm not looking back.....) And I finally a lil bit understand... How life sometimes play with me.... How evrything can be a big chaos.... But that's the essence of life isn't it? Without that our life would be so dull.... I was too afraid to do mistakes (who's not anyway???) And that's why I'm always standing in the very safe position, I will not get hurt... O yeah.... But I'm loosing something... When ppl stop doing mistakes... They stop learning.... Coz in the end.... The one who's going to get hurt most is ME... I don't learn anything, I left behind and I can't turn back time whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaahhh I'm babbling here... Yap! Wanna know why? Bcos I hve to shout and say somethiiiiiiing.... N I've troubled all my fren a lot with all my babbling before :(....&lt;br /&gt;Tiredddddd.... Better stop here or I'm gonna crush my cellphone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7706553078307812447?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7706553078307812447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7706553078307812447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7706553078307812447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7706553078307812447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-mood.html' title='!Bad mood!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7177930883623004194</id><published>2009-06-02T19:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:22:37.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending n Beginning</title><content type='html'>Phew... Been so stress... I hve to ended my loooong relationship bcos there is no future for us both... But then isomething cross in my mind... Is the future things only my selfishness? Or is it a fact? Am I not trying so hard to fight for my relationship? Or I just haven&amp;#39;t felt love that could make me sacrifice evrything.. But, it&amp;#39;s done... I already said it... Then why something feels empty inside me... My fren said it&amp;#39;s a normal thing to feel like that.. I&amp;#39;m still a human... even there&amp;#39;s nothing to lose and the decision is pure out from my mouth... I just felt sorry for him... In the other hand.... Thanks to evryone who&amp;#39;s been supporting me to ended this complicated relationship... Cos I should&amp;#39;ve ended long long time ago when I realize that there&amp;#39;s no future for us.... I hate this part.... :) hope there is a new love for me.... N for him ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7177930883623004194?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7177930883623004194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7177930883623004194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7177930883623004194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7177930883623004194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/06/ending-n-beginning.html' title='Ending n Beginning'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-510364300251729716</id><published>2009-05-23T09:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:57:53.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>-negative thought-</title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning and I hve to hear some theory bout the negativenesss (is that word exist??) Well I&amp;#39;ve had fun thin month but hearing such a negative thought makes me wanna shouted n said come ooooonnn dude.. What&amp;#39;s going on wit u!?! Life isn&amp;#39;t and never gonna be easy but we hve to look in positive ways, at least.. Gosh I just really need time to relax... I&amp;#39;m waiting for end of july huaaaaaa... Oh and I hope my brain, mind, and soul won&amp;#39;t be contaminated with such a bad thinking way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-510364300251729716?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/510364300251729716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=510364300251729716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/510364300251729716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/510364300251729716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/negative-thought.html' title='-negative thought-'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1929401089684876714</id><published>2009-05-20T11:11:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:06:03.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~am i guilty?!~</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;been through a lot this month... yeap.... i feel like i'm in a new chapter of my life or is it just a prologue? and i hven't even started anything..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been looking into myself.. deeply... there is a bitch complaining about the way i am... and one of my fren said that perhaps if she too much complaining i hve to look back to myself am i losing my control or did wrong, is she said a truth or just a bluff???.... thanks to my fren... cos i've been thinking a lot... and maybe i'm a lil bit of losing my control.... but i'm just a human... trying to be a better person.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then.... i just can't forgive the way the bitch treat me.... i'll prove it that i can improve a lot better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we'll seee just seeeeee HUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH phewwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nobody likes to be complained rite? even if we're truly wrong LOL... yeap... I'm just expressing the way i am.. but accept a complain from someone that has more more more more mistakes than me.. can i????? i'm sad, angry, but yet try to think..... can't i just make mistakes and fix it later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just don't answer it.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1929401089684876714?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1929401089684876714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1929401089684876714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1929401089684876714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1929401089684876714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-guilty.html' title='~am i guilty?!~'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7645010122296353115</id><published>2009-05-10T22:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:16:30.887+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaliyah'/><title type='text'>~i miss you~</title><content type='html'>It's been too long and I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Said I've been needin you&lt;br /&gt; (Said I'm needin you)&lt;br /&gt;Wantin you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin if you're the same and&lt;br /&gt;Who's been with youIs your heart still mine&lt;br /&gt; (Is your heart still mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Off to college&lt;br /&gt;Yes you went away&lt;br /&gt;Straight from highschool&lt;br /&gt;You up and left me&lt;br /&gt;We were close friends also lovers&lt;br /&gt;Did everything for one another&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lost without you here now&lt;br /&gt;But I know I gotta live and make it somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me(to me)&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me (callin)&lt;br /&gt;Hear me callin (for you) for youcuz it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do Said I've been needin you&lt;br /&gt; Ooh...Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Wantin you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin if you're the same and&lt;br /&gt;Who's been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine&lt;br /&gt;(Is your heart still mine)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sittin here&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;And the days we used to share&lt;br /&gt;It's drivin me crazy I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wonderin if you still care&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to let you knowthat it's killin me&lt;br /&gt;I know you got another life&lt;br /&gt;And gotta concentrate baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;. for someone out there who missed someone.... &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7645010122296353115?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7645010122296353115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7645010122296353115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7645010122296353115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7645010122296353115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title='~i miss you~'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-47149486377605114</id><published>2009-05-10T00:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:29:17.978+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Balance LIfe~</title><content type='html'>~opening theme song... supermassive blackhole:MUSE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... i can say this week is a really meaningfull week for me... people said that life's round like a circle... this week that happen to me.. i've been up and down but that makes me realize that i have colourful life like everyone else and my life ain't dull...... the best part is this week start with sad things and ended with happy things........... BUT (there's always but for everything isn't it....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who read my previous diary... could notice that i'm a kind of person that hard to appreciate my life... not because i life in a hard position but i've been hard on myself.... for the pressure i had. okay sooo... the BUT is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happy feeling that i had.. is not a fair, true, or a right thing that i supposed to do.... maybe...&lt;br /&gt;but the guilty n the pleasure.... is the best thing that i've ever felt since the last time i have it....and i think i still can manage that.. hope this is just my way to find the meaning of my life... i'm searching, hunting, and trying to be a better person.... I believe i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know if we doing any mistake before we've done it...&lt;br /&gt;Never trying something that you can do is the biggest mistake u'll done in ur life..... :)&lt;br /&gt;for those bad or good is not our power to judge it.....&lt;br /&gt;Peace ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~many many thanks to someone who hold my secret ~~~~~~~~ luv ya X.O.X.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-47149486377605114?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/47149486377605114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=47149486377605114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/47149486377605114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/47149486377605114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/balance-life.html' title='~Balance LIfe~'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-9147802382205381605</id><published>2009-05-08T01:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:27:42.081+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch how I want this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SgMoHvrhLSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CFWoRhm_7X8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzguanBn%3F%3D-762083"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SgMoHvrhLSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CFWoRhm_7X8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzguanBn%3F%3D-762083"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333150497259990306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Whew...&lt;br&gt;I really want this thing... I don&amp;#39;t know why&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m on my shop diet.. More exactly is parfume shopping diet... So far I can manage my wanted... But then.. Some evil bring this things and I..... Crushed lol&lt;br&gt;I guess I&amp;#39;m gonna buy it... If I&amp;#39;m not forgot lol... I like pretty things and this one so pretty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-9147802382205381605?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/9147802382205381605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=9147802382205381605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/9147802382205381605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/9147802382205381605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouch-how-i-want-this.html' title='Ouch how I want this'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SgMoHvrhLSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CFWoRhm_7X8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNzguanBn%3F%3D-762083' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8778146391172546586</id><published>2009-05-06T01:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:36:13.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird feelings</title><content type='html'>Wow... these past 4 days been busy for me....&lt;br /&gt;i hve to deal with my sis disease and my work...&lt;br /&gt;my students hve exam and i have to prepare the practice for them..&lt;br /&gt;can't sleep well of course. and I hve a lil fever here&lt;br /&gt;so then.. my problem is ... I have a very super sensitive things with one of parent...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what did i do wrong.. but she seems avoid me..... but then i don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;n it;s happen 2nd time.. and i still gonna hve to meet about 6 more times this month..&lt;br /&gt;that means.... i have to say shit everytime i go there..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind... i've been hard to myself lately... things happen so fast and i change myself, i denied a couple things i love to do and not so idealist anymore.. if i were a 'matter' i will be in gas state now.... and long time ago i was in solid state....&lt;br /&gt;how come that happen... sometimes i missed myself back then when i'm in high school.. i have faith, i have fun, i have events too.... now.... older enough to understand a couple things in life.. only makes everything gone bad... i closed my treasure box and stop playing with my dream :(&lt;br /&gt;sad isn't it... some ppl never want to admit that they life in the shadow... and sometimes all the success ppl live in their dream to.. they see world as a happy beautifull place.. but me... i see this.. as a big mess.. chaos... just wait to see when something will crash one click...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.... sounds crap?!? the one who thinks this is a crap... they have crappier thought than this world already has.... u knowwww.... just admit it... it;s hard to see things go to an end when u haven't get anything done... but what's done? nobody know.... yeah nor u nor me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8778146391172546586?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8778146391172546586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8778146391172546586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8778146391172546586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8778146391172546586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/weird-feelings.html' title='Weird feelings'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2472718038358731692</id><published>2009-05-01T00:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:17:42.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>superstitious</title><content type='html'>woah... it's been the 2nd day.. since my lil sister in hospital.... and for a thousand times i'll repeat it that I hate hospital....&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good condition when i enter that room.. and this morning i came home with a lil bit heat on my body.... and i can't take care my sister now... zzzz really miss her...&lt;br /&gt;Okay the reason about why i hate hospital so much is because a "fairytale" that my mom ever told me... LOL.. actually it's a ghost story about how many times she saw 'things' in hospital.. and it came in a Nurse shape... geeeezz.. so for a long nite, i was awake... wondering if the nurse that came to check my sis is a person or a 'beeeeeeep' and here i am laying on my own bed typing in my blog.. that hopefully my sister will get well sooon ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u my cutie lil sister that sometimes annoyed me with her own jokes... love ya.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2472718038358731692?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2472718038358731692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2472718038358731692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2472718038358731692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2472718038358731692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/05/superstitious.html' title='superstitious'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-604996939729840744</id><published>2009-04-28T00:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:52:52.218+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatin on the club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>Songs.... :)</title><content type='html'>Recently i've been hearing this song..... regularly LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Hate on The club&lt;br /&gt;Now this be the last time you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;No more laying up in your arms&lt;br /&gt;No calling, saying you want me back&lt;br /&gt;I'm packing my bags, what you think about that?&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home like a good girl do&lt;br /&gt;But Tonight baby you got me sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;I just heard about the girl in your car now, kissing at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Got me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Now you got me like whoahhh&lt;br /&gt;You got me hatin' on the club&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to take my loveWhoahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can be mad at me all you&lt;br /&gt;ain't coming in, I'll be waiting out front&lt;br /&gt;Coming out the door with your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;You did me wrong boy tell me where our love is&lt;br /&gt;I Stayed at home like a good girl do&lt;br /&gt;But Tonight baby you got me sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;I just heard about the girl in your car now, kissing at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Got me crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to [Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the sound of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There's only one reason why we're apart&lt;br /&gt;She never woulda made it to your car&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for the club, I'd still have my&lt;br /&gt;would still have usI'd still have my love&lt;br /&gt;We would still have us&lt;br /&gt;But now we're like whoahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you got me hatin' on the club'Cause you took my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh you took my loveBut now, now we're like whoahhh&lt;br /&gt;You got me hatin' on the clubYou took my loveOh you took my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~luv it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-604996939729840744?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/604996939729840744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=604996939729840744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/604996939729840744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/604996939729840744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/songs.html' title='Songs.... :)'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4613839239687482660</id><published>2009-04-26T17:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:23:28.428+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>Yeap I&amp;#39;m still in my bad mood for my period and sometimes I feel like I don&amp;#39;t really want to ........ Never mind....&lt;br&gt;I just feel a lil bit jealousy with some of my frens... Yeah... I hve a bad feeling that I couldn&amp;#39;t get my happily ever after life... Yeap that thing only a fairytale.... But then how I should go on with my life... When nothing I could do for changing it to better.... I don&amp;#39;t have enough power to do or maybe I just wish that the world end soon, so I don&amp;#39;t hve to do anything.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gyahahahahhaha- pathetic square.... Geeez....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4613839239687482660?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4613839239687482660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4613839239687482660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4613839239687482660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4613839239687482660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-657810554156669281</id><published>2009-04-23T22:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:42:22.634+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~imitation of life~</title><content type='html'>HI there... yeap... today i'm in my lowest mood which means... i really want to vanished from this world... like jumper maybe.... sometimes i'm thinking about how it would feel to erase someone entirely from this world.. not only death, but all about that particular person.... from memories and so on. If God really write everything on it, He could erase it... but people need to adapt which only can be learned by previous action... no memories mean nothing gonna move forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the reason i've been sensitive about my life is... actually i should be happy rite.. but nobody is happy enough with their life.. there always a thousand reason to deny a happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. so the reason is.. are.. perhaps... :) hatred toward some ppl.... i've been underestimated about my ability in my field... i'm a tutor but yet one 'biatch' who also a tutor makes a statement about tutor is a fake teacher.. gosh..... what the hell wrong with you... eating her own shit...&lt;br /&gt;and now i've been thinking to become a teacher... but i don't want my reason to be a teacher is because that biatch statement...&lt;br /&gt;the other reason maybe these past days i loss my confidence.. like i've been try so hard but then it's not enough to impress no improvement... i think i'm gonna change my mood tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i don't like ppl anymore.. and i want to be a mean person... ------ that is only my thought.. lol that's why before all of my thought become real, i want to vanished... could someone erase me??? just erase... forget that i ever lived in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-657810554156669281?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/657810554156669281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=657810554156669281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/657810554156669281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/657810554156669281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/imitation-of-life.html' title='~imitation of life~'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1995398992677635245</id><published>2009-04-19T01:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:45:59.532+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Reader!!</title><content type='html'>I just read this blog when i'm googling some movie... it's shinjuku incident.. says in wikipedia that TAKIZAWA HIDEAKI cast on that movie... i wonder which cast is he play... :) anyone can answer this? btw i read this article :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to J.A. O’Brien, a reading instruction expert, There are essentially 3 different types of readers ( our unique reading styles are influenced by this, according to him) and they are:&lt;br /&gt;Motor Readers - Motor readers are lip movers or vocalizers. Such readers are extremely slow readers as they accompany their reading with various movements of the muscles of articulation. As a result, their speed of reading slows down because they artificially keep their speed down to the rate at which they can pronounce words. Moreover, since there is so much muscular activity involved in their reading, motor readers tire quickly. Motor readers make frequent regressions, for their eyes tend to rush ahead and their voice stays behind. These readers often take the help of their finger to keep a track of their reading and to stay where on the word where there voice is. All this leads to poor comprehension for their mind is as much involved with the mechanics of reading as it is with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Auditory Readers - Auditory readers "hear" the words they read, but they do not sub-vocalize to themselves. They are very much aware of saying words in their mind, although their speech organs are completely at rest. This means, that they do not actually pronounce each word aloud but only imagine the pronunciation. Auditory readers are mush more skillful and rapid. Auditory reading is faster than motor reading.&lt;br /&gt;Visual Readers - Visual reading is the fastest. Visual readers do not "hear" what they are reading. They simply see a word and understand its meaning. Visual readers understand words and phrases without saying and hearing them. They read with their eyes and mind, not with their mouths or ears.&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Namrata Mathur&lt;br /&gt;So, what type of reader are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1995398992677635245?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1995398992677635245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1995398992677635245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1995398992677635245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1995398992677635245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/reader.html' title='Reader!!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1427216542660462368</id><published>2009-04-18T10:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:46:25.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this part in my houz 2</title><content type='html'>Geez... Thought this perhaps a hundreds times I feel very annoyed... I'm in my gold cage, I feel safe but then I hve to follow orders, rules and so whatever... SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving for future is one of things that I don't like to think about... If I could choose I prefer not having my future... Sorry for ppl who really want to live 4eva, but I absolutely don't agree..... But I can't ending mylife myself for that is a sin to do that. But I have a strong feeling that I hve my bomb.. Whatever the trigger it will soon vanished me from this world lol. Geez.... I'm talkking crap and yes... All ppl surround me is a crap and they are making me feel the crap's of world .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1427216542660462368?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1427216542660462368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1427216542660462368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1427216542660462368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1427216542660462368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this-part-in-my-houz-2.html' title='I hate this part in my houz 2'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8404696455304689057</id><published>2009-04-16T18:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:46:50.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why physics is so hard!!</title><content type='html'>Hyaaaa I hate physics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newtonian mechanic things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another junior high school questions but then this simple machine lever things is sooooo CRAP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8404696455304689057?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8404696455304689057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8404696455304689057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8404696455304689057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8404696455304689057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-physics-is-so-hard.html' title='Why physics is so hard!!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1801179973176397335</id><published>2009-04-09T00:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:36:25.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>extra ordinary strange day.... ?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi there.. wow i guess it's too late now. But then i feel so terrible if i'm not write anything todae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying to adapt myself to my new netbook. Kind of hard using it but i love it.. i just fell in love and it's pink lol. Hm been talking to my friend about life, God, relationship n so on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well this week i can say.. that my job isn't fun for me.. i feel a lil bit tension there. The good news is i got extra long weekend because of the election .... and easter of course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking bout easter... this year perhaps is the first year of my easter without any routine tradition in catholic... for more than 10 years i've been doing that on and on.. sometimes makes me sick... but then... kind of missing it.... but just a little... because somehow i can't manage my believe in all those celebration anymore... yeah... i lost it.. the feeling of easter and christmas. Should i pity myself? perhaps.. but then i should pity the people who're going to church without realising that they're no heart in there... at least i know that i don't like being trap in one tradition without understand what is the meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hve a lil bit quote here :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How evil is possible in the world if God is all-good and all-powerful. After all, if God is all-powerful, then the evil in this world is His responsibility and He cannot therefore be all-good. If God is all-good then He cannot be all-powerful, for He allows evil to exist in the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who can answer that??? i can't n i don't want to try to answer that either... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that quote is from shawni book's called The End of Reason...  i have the book in my language (indonesian) and i hve to admit it I like to read it again and again.. not for judging God or try not to believe it.. the books.. really good for questioning my faith.... maybe someday i can find the truth, but i rather to keep it like that.. as a mystery....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hoamh so sleepy need to go to bed.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nite ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1801179973176397335?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1801179973176397335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1801179973176397335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1801179973176397335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1801179973176397335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/extra-ordinary-strange-day.html' title='extra ordinary strange day.... ?!?!?'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-898731506682959781</id><published>2009-04-02T00:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:15:24.139+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book&apos;s review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>crying... i"m so sad :((</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SdOgvPpvZ8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CWcvFtVlXP4/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDUuanBn%3F%3D-712081"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319772318370588610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SdOgvPpvZ8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CWcvFtVlXP4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDUuanBn%3F%3D-712081" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the very super really bad mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I was happier yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is one of my book that I bought a long long time ago, n I still haven't got any chanve to read it.. I hope it's nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the synopsis :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady Constance Keeble, sister of Lord Ermsworth of Blanding Castle, has both an imperious manner and a valuable diamond necklace. The precarious peace of Blandings is shattered when her necklace become the object of dark plottings, for within the castle lurk some well-connected jewel thieves-among them the Honourable Freddie Threepwood, Lord Emsworth's younger son, who wants the reward money to set up a bookmaking business. Psmith, the elegant socialist, is also after it for his newly married chum Mike. And on patrol with the impossible task of bringing management to Blandings is the efficient Baxter, whose striving for order lead to a memorable encounter with the castle flowerpots......"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-898731506682959781?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/898731506682959781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=898731506682959781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/898731506682959781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/898731506682959781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/04/img00045jpg.html' title='crying... i&quot;m so sad :(('/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SdOgvPpvZ8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CWcvFtVlXP4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDUuanBn%3F%3D-712081' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-701729105179465942</id><published>2009-03-31T01:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:06:34.024+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witch of portobello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paulo coelho'/><title type='text'>A witch!</title><content type='html'>' A witch description from Paulo C, was a person who never complied with the established rules, and always tried to dare and to go beyond and to celebrate life, and to love and to have joy and pleasure while doing this'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whay a complicated description! No wonder there is a conclusion that ppl never accept simple and took the complicated one....but I understand this logically than the other 'witch' that I've known sonce childhood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another simple explanation from witch could be connect to a witchcraft like ghost, or supernatural things..... Well there are always two sides of evrything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~so sleepy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-701729105179465942?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/701729105179465942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=701729105179465942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/701729105179465942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/701729105179465942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/03/witch.html' title='A witch!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1356281899606954662</id><published>2009-03-31T00:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:06:04.812+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lenovo'/><title type='text'>My new netbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SdECAumOsZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7ZEf3BCbwdg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDAuanBn%3F%3D-706556"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319034846432899474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SdECAumOsZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7ZEf3BCbwdg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDAuanBn%3F%3D-706556" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is my new lnovo netbook yippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought it... And I'm replacing my old Acer... Well I haven't play with this cos I haven't make the recovery disc back up for the windows part... Hope I soon can use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gya gya gya.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.O.x.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my QooBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Mahal XL, Jarang Nyambung Karna Mahal...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1356281899606954662?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1356281899606954662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1356281899606954662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1356281899606954662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1356281899606954662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-netbook.html' title='My new netbook'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SdECAumOsZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7ZEf3BCbwdg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNDAuanBn%3F%3D-706556' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7872413875691575894</id><published>2009-03-29T13:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:05:22.562+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new stuff'/><title type='text'>I'm testing my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Sc8U4bGsoZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lZQfKKqg7hQ/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbmV3IGVsbGUgd2F0Y2guanBn%3F%3D-765518"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318492644528923026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Sc8U4bGsoZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lZQfKKqg7hQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbmV3IGVsbGUgd2F0Y2guanBn%3F%3D-765518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hi there try to posting it through my cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it work???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw that is my ELLE watch that I took it from my sister hihihi. She didn't like it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my QooBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Mahal XL, Jarang Nyambung Karna Mahal...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7872413875691575894?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7872413875691575894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7872413875691575894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7872413875691575894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7872413875691575894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-testing-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m testing my blog'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Sc8U4bGsoZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lZQfKKqg7hQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbmV3IGVsbGUgd2F0Y2guanBn%3F%3D-765518' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4044234938448933565</id><published>2009-03-28T17:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:30:28.363+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witch of portobello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paulo coelho'/><title type='text'>What do you want?</title><content type='html'>'What do you want? You can't want to be happy, because that's too easy and too boring. You can't want only to love, bcause that's impossible. What do you want? You want to justify your life, to live it as intensely as possible. That is at once a trap and a source of ecstasy. Try to be alert to that danger, and experience the joy and the adventure of being that woman who is beyond the image reflected in the mirror.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The witch of Portobello; Paulo Coelho -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4044234938448933565?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4044234938448933565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4044234938448933565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4044234938448933565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4044234938448933565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-want.html' title='What do you want?'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5568577302256572489</id><published>2009-03-26T18:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:07:14.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Another miserable day!</title><content type='html'>Today... is a public holiday for Hindu's ppl. It's called Nyepi... or can be translated as Silence?&lt;br /&gt;well in Bali this things will extremely different than the other days, but here in jakarta, just as crowded as any other days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i hate when my parents urrr no 'S' i guess.. cos only 1 person dominant for that ability..., okay i hate when parent messing up with my life.. control this and that.. I really don't like but i can't say even just a word to protest :p.. well that's the power of parent i guess. I just can shouted at HEreeeeeeeeeeeeee AAAAAaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;why why why and why. so many things i haven't done bcos they created so many boundaries.. sometimes i wish i was a rebell daughter.. maybe my life would even worse than now, but at least somehow i learn to fix it. Right now? I feel like i'm living in a gold cage.. a step that i taken always counted perfectly safe. no challenge, no damage, and no risk of course. But then, it's too late for me to regret every single step that i've taken... for i can't turn back time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough for that... i'm reading a book... by Paulo Coelho ; The witch of Portobello. Like any other his book, this one is very meaningfull too.. kind of describe my day.. but not that extreme..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll write down some quote on the book someday...... :)&lt;br /&gt;gotta go reading again.. just feel some mess up in my head......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv.....Qoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5568577302256572489?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5568577302256572489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5568577302256572489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5568577302256572489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5568577302256572489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-miserable-day.html' title='Another miserable day!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4952416152572778049</id><published>2009-03-17T02:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:07:34.314+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>2 am and i'm awake!</title><content type='html'>GEez such a week...&lt;br /&gt;got through a lot of things. I kind of hate March now! it started with the accident...&lt;br /&gt;and all the problems with the 'female dog' with hundreds of faces who talk about God and be such a super innocent saint person in this world!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well can't talk much about that. the enjoyable moment just when i hve unlimited internet yay!&lt;br /&gt;and i kind of watch the series now.. pretty cool. called numb3rs. i know i've been so late to follow cos it's already season 5.. but yeah i enjoy it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n it;s spooky i got called by some private no calling at 1 am.. geez i don't say any hello then just hear a bunch of voices ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm o yeah congrats to my fren wedding yesterday... have a happy marriage forever......!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i should sleep now! but my anger put me in a hard position for that!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go then .. byeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4952416152572778049?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4952416152572778049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4952416152572778049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4952416152572778049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4952416152572778049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-am-and-im-awake.html' title='2 am and i&apos;m awake!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7297977897814466705</id><published>2009-03-01T20:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:07:52.191+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>-shocking car accident-</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;this is my glooooomy day&lt;br /&gt;i hate this day... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;got a car accident, a motorcycle hit my car.. .my window broke into pieces n i'm in shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got nothing to say... i just hate that guy and everyone who like tracking in main road F**K them&lt;br /&gt;and go to heeeeeeeeellllllllllllll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7297977897814466705?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7297977897814466705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7297977897814466705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7297977897814466705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7297977897814466705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/03/shocking-car-accident.html' title='-shocking car accident-'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-3271146884983408775</id><published>2009-02-13T00:13:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:08:18.782+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new stuff'/><title type='text'>where my money goes to... Part 1</title><content type='html'>I just saw a blog and suddenly i want to list all my belonging here..&lt;br /&gt;I bought some cosmetics lately ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these things i bought between December 2008-February 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301961141261576514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRZkSXSKUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0vulXgmxe88/s200/IMG00359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bourjois - eyeshadow 54 marron glace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tryin to make some goldy brown smokey eyes, but i failed so i bought another eyeshadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. NYX - triple shadow orange/golden orange/peach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this is very bad shadow.. i dunno why just don't like it... then one day I saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Laneige - snow eye palette - pink, gold, purple ... so nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;n then i have dior mini series.... luv them so ooo oo o o MUCH XOXO&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301962707769479458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRa_eD30SI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hX2m9aQ7oMs/s200/IMG00360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from up to bottom :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dior Kiss- 008-sorbet meringue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dior Addict ultra gloss - 257&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dior Addict ultra gloss - 227&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dior 5 colour eyeshadow - 030 - incognito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diorshow mascara blackout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so addicted to them, i kind of using one of them everyday.. so i'm not regret of buying these dior thinggy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a parfume collector too, and i'm so into this YSL - ELLE .. but because i still think of not to buy the parfume, i bought the lotion. for my changing mood I also wear D&amp;amp;G - the one lotion&lt;br /&gt;smells nice.. brighten up my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301966586696570866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRehQMKF_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eyRnig4MBhI/s200/IMG00366.jpg" /&gt;And... currently i'm using this ARMANI - CODE .. i kinda like the bottle, it looks misterious and elegant dark blue... the smells.. hum so sophisticated, not too sweet yet it feels fresh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hve 2 choices when i bought Armani parfumes, between Code or Diamond (i like the bottle really looks like a diamond... a very big diamond LOL) but later when i use both of them i don't really like the diamond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i choose code instead of diamond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301966296275697922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZReQWSbQQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KCpeT2Ml5xI/s200/IMG00362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sleepy sloopy now. i'm gonna continue my list tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-3271146884983408775?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3271146884983408775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=3271146884983408775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/3271146884983408775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/3271146884983408775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-my-money-goes-to-part-1.html' title='where my money goes to... Part 1'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRZkSXSKUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0vulXgmxe88/s72-c/IMG00359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8527012897967186560</id><published>2009-01-21T00:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:24:26.952+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>it;s mitnite</title><content type='html'>yeap been watching these movie&lt;br /&gt;* Disaster movie&lt;br /&gt;* Burn After Reading&lt;br /&gt;*Passengers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the last one MOST... the story bout someone who died but not realised it. hiks&lt;br /&gt;is after death life really like that... i never think about how is it gonna be the life after dead...&lt;br /&gt;most ppl did, but I... just don't like to think about it. Maybe ppl around me gonna be sad but ... life goes on, soon they'll forget somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster Movie... i think it's the sequel of Epic movie, Meet the Spartan, Superhero Movie.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the worst i guess... the story line too forcing.. n don't connect each other.. I like umm epic movie best. second superhero movie.. For disaster movie.. i like the part when they make HSM as a parody, they really make the song heard like the original... and the main actor is good looking too... he play well... overall it's entertaining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn After Reading - Only Brad pitt makes me stay on this MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!! argh.............&lt;br /&gt;they want to make fun of CIA but it's really weird.. yeah well just a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well time to sleeeeeep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8527012897967186560?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8527012897967186560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8527012897967186560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8527012897967186560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8527012897967186560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-mitnite.html' title='it;s mitnite'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4234916748577154969</id><published>2009-01-01T22:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:08:48.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Now i knoe....</title><content type='html'>Happy nu year 2009 ALL.......&lt;br /&gt;gosh it moves fast! yeap just another year past on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a happy and sad story,,, for this changing year... Noe i knoe the frens that just comin in need and not in deed :( my best frenz (for these past years i believe they were )..&lt;br /&gt;But then the happy things are... i spent my new years eve with my bff hahahaha... She's everything that frens need... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;Bout my frens... a bunch of guys... i'm hoping that somehow they will gave me an explanation bout the absence... but then i think it's over now.. They just a normal people now... a ppl that i know the name ... but i don't really know them! a perfect stranger for me!&lt;br /&gt;aaah i hve the other fren too, she's been missing somehow.. i don't even know where she was but i think she has the reason (i still hoping that this positive thought can be rite). n i still pray for her, hope she can get through all of these hard times...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... the happy things are....... i played fireworks.. with my sister ... that's so fun... really fun cool and the best things is my sister were really happy... she's crying a lot to play that fireworks.. :)&lt;br /&gt;a little travelling around city today and still she's so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh i'm so tired, a little bit sick too... think need some rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4234916748577154969?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4234916748577154969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4234916748577154969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4234916748577154969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4234916748577154969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-i-knoe.html' title='Now i knoe....'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2057448861371281898</id><published>2008-12-22T23:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:08:48.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Happy Holiday ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brrr this year seems pretty fast... LOL.. just gonna move to next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and this holiday end with global crisis :( what a day.... will next year be better? i hope so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched Eagle Eye.. 2 days ago.. kind of cool.. really action without any romantic scene.. i watched it on Dvd cos i didn't have time to watch it at that time...  so sad.. it's kinda cool when u watched it on Theatre.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well this movie kind of reminded me of WALL E... the plot just around the ROBOTIC things like AI that someday will have its own mind and can over rule the human ... n they want to destroy us. Jeees... and those kind of movee just makes me think bout the bible story bout the BABEL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;about ppl who want to build way to get into GOD's places but then all they can get is just some destruction of the human kind.. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things got a lil bit weird every minutes and day.. people start to think about something more and more creative.. the mind evolution i guess, but then they really never think bout the result that may come someday... (who knows without tryin ???) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just missed the old days.. when ppl thought more simple n not complicated :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2057448861371281898?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2057448861371281898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2057448861371281898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2057448861371281898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2057448861371281898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holiday.html' title='Happy Holiday ^^'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4751464939982353699</id><published>2008-12-21T01:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:08:48.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>i hate .............</title><content type='html'>errr just eating ben n jerry ice cream.. i bought it for my parents but they don't like it so i ate them up all of it ... n now i'm sick of it uekh&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;not bcos it's not tasty but toooooooo much eating i guess n i kinda tired so&lt;br /&gt;ooow n i so into hilary eyes make up but i just can't do it rite&lt;br /&gt;nnnnnn it;s holidaaaaaaaaaaaay yeeeeeeeepeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;just babling&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4751464939982353699?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4751464939982353699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4751464939982353699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4751464939982353699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4751464939982353699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate.html' title='i hate .............'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-516561798471796857</id><published>2008-12-13T00:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.958+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>TwilighT &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>mmmmmmmmmmm just watch twilite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rrrrrrrrr a couple simple things bother me there... btw ooo gosh robert is soooooo i dunno perfect perhaps.... as a man... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the mood 4 writing now..&lt;br /&gt;err i got a sleep&lt;br /&gt;err ow my floater dissapeared slowly.. that little thingy on my left eye.. like a big dot.. gone now..&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAA... so happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-516561798471796857?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/516561798471796857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=516561798471796857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/516561798471796857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/516561798471796857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='TwilighT &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2329768528141735053</id><published>2008-12-05T23:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.958+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Floater</title><content type='html'>Hi there... been busy lately all my students got final exam... n i'm stressed out! i'm freakiiiiiiiin crazy...&lt;br /&gt;PLUS i Got this floater in my eyes... which i really hate hate hate hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Floaters are deposits of various size, shape, consistency, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Refractive index" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Refractive_index"&gt;&lt;em&gt;refractive index&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Motility" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motility"&gt;&lt;em&gt;motility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; within the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Eye" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eye"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;'s &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Vitreous humour" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitreous_humour"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vitreous humour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, which is normally transparent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater#cite_note-Cline-0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater#cite_note-facts-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; They may be of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Embryo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Embryo"&gt;&lt;em&gt;embryonic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; origin or acquired due to degenerative changes of the vitreous humour or retina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater#cite_note-Cline-0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Visual perception" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_perception"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perception&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; of floaters is known as myodesopsia, or less commonly as myiodeopsia, myiodesopsia, or myodeopsia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater#cite_note-Cline-0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Floaters appear as shadow-like shapes that appear alone or together with several others in one's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Visual field" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_field"&gt;&lt;em&gt;field of vision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. They may appear as spots, threads, or fragments of cobwebs, which float slowly before the sufferer's eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater#cite_note-facts-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Since these objects exist within the eye itself, they are not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Optical illusions" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Optical_illusions"&gt;&lt;em&gt;optical illusions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; but are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Entoptic phenomenon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entoptic_phenomenon"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entoptic phenomena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One specific type of floater is either called Muscae volitantes (from the Latin, meaning 'flying flies'), or mouches volantes (from the French), and consist of small spots. These are present in most people's eyes and are attributed to minute remnants of embryonic structures in the vitreous humour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater#cite_note-Cline-0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for complete info just check this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what causes my floater.. haven't check to doctor yet.. but it just appeared 3-4 days ago... somewhere in the morning perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.... i'm currently listenin to Holiday by Hillary duff. she's rock! nice song.. she may not have a super vocal like other singer.. but i just need an easy listening song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2329768528141735053?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2329768528141735053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2329768528141735053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2329768528141735053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2329768528141735053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/12/floater.html' title='Floater'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-6653461918874265135</id><published>2008-11-22T01:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>another reading holic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hi there.. guess i'm crazy enough to just read a pack of books.. LOL (listening just stand up by artist) I just found that reading is as fascinating as eating, but as boring as it looks. But for the people who just wrote all of the books i've read.. it's a big applause for them. Writing has been my biggest difficulties of all. Reading doesn't improve my writing as well. But i do some stories that sometimes catch my attention in the middle of the night like this Zzzzzzzzzzz. But still never thought start writing on whatever so called 'paper'. Imagination sometimes hard to maintain, sometimes i wish they made some equipment which can transform stories into words LOL... surely challenge for all the software maker up there hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm in the dead end of my mind that lead me nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm facing the path that i don't even know its mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm trying to hide but seems no place to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm nothing just a past that keep playing around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tryin to enjoy it as long as it live..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm diggin the sound in my head errrrr tryin to locate it on the right place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so sleeepy deeply so tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to REST! yeap ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-6653461918874265135?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6653461918874265135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=6653461918874265135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6653461918874265135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6653461918874265135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-reading-holic.html' title='another reading holic'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8077563637542901880</id><published>2008-11-16T01:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>still tryin to understand it</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Most birds were created to fly. Being grounded for them is a limitation within their ability to fly, not the other way around.. You, on the other hand, were created to be loved. SO for you to live as if you were unloved is a limitation, not the other way around&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shack-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8077563637542901880?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8077563637542901880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8077563637542901880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8077563637542901880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8077563637542901880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-tryin-to-understand-it.html' title='still tryin to understand it'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1541856013475083224</id><published>2008-10-19T00:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>'bookworm'</title><content type='html'>Woagh i'm addicted to book NOW... since reading stephenie meyer twilight.. gosh.. so amazing..&lt;br /&gt;n i started to read another vampire story by Anne Rice.. the vampire chronicle...&lt;br /&gt;n n n n i still have bout 6 book waiting on the list to be read..&lt;br /&gt;The sound of no hands clapping - toby young&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Psmith - PG Wodehouse&lt;br /&gt;The shack - William P young&lt;br /&gt;and................... ANgie sage 3 books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1541856013475083224?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1541856013475083224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1541856013475083224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1541856013475083224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1541856013475083224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/10/bookworm.html' title='&apos;bookworm&apos;'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5373131626020641118</id><published>2008-08-28T01:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:13:13.145+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math similar and congruent triangle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>unsolved questions!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLWX6l0QugI/AAAAAAAAADw/WUmoSzNTtfM/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239260774354958850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLWX6l0QugI/AAAAAAAAADw/WUmoSzNTtfM/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geee kind of stress finding the answer of these....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1st picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angle CDE = ECD = 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ABCD is a square&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLWZAbtQAJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SQAY_RnfbFU/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239261974232039570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLWZAbtQAJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SQAY_RnfbFU/s200/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;proof that AEB is a Equilateral triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2nd picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PA, PB and PC are each bisector of angle A, B, C &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proof that PD is a bisector of angle D&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/5907921374043242707-5373131626020641118?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5373131626020641118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5373131626020641118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5373131626020641118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5373131626020641118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/08/unsolved-questions.html' title='unsolved questions!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLWX6l0QugI/AAAAAAAAADw/WUmoSzNTtfM/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-6451099442065575016</id><published>2008-08-24T22:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:12:25.587+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patchouli'/><title type='text'>Botani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huey.... loha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow it's been a long time.. I stuck with time. I should write more yeeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i,ve been addicted to watch some series actually... in fact i can do this kind of writing because of i ran out of MOVIE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so last time.. i was seeing NCIS series.. which is bcos... i watched it accidentally in hotel room n i kinda like it. So when i back home, i started looking for that series... and here i am. And i watched another series too like BONES, Dr House. anyway it's not that... i want to talk about :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLGGr_0EUFI/AAAAAAAAADg/MtnOCNuCA3k/s1600-h/240px-Pogostemon_cablin0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238115932030914642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLGGr_0EUFI/AAAAAAAAADg/MtnOCNuCA3k/s200/240px-Pogostemon_cablin0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAh... this kinda small flower like... baby's breath... but then it's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's call PATCHOULI... is a bushy &lt;a title="Herb" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herb"&gt;herb&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a title="Lamiaceae" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lamiaceae"&gt;mint&lt;/a&gt; family, with erect stems, reaching two or three feet (about 0.75 metre) in height and bearing small pale pink-white flowers. The plant is native to tropical regions of Asia and is now extensively cultivated in &lt;a title="Caribbean" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caribbean"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/a&gt; countries, &lt;a title="China" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Indonesia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesia"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Malaysia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysia"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Mauritius" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mauritius"&gt;Mauritius&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Philippines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippines"&gt;Philippines&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="West Africa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Africa"&gt;West Africa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Vietnam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hohoh in my country it's called NILAM flower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why am i interested with this flower... I kinda realize that i like the smell of a new fragrance by YSL call ELLE. and I just found out that other fragrance has its smell too.. Midnight poison by Dior... well i try to look out why both of these parfume have a similar but not exactly the same.. n I found out.. that this Patchouli is used there.. (I don't know other brand that use this kind of flower )... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well kind of curious and i'm looking for the real flower now... because I need to make sure bout the smell of this patchouli... LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLGJ_7gfkoI/AAAAAAAAADo/pBrrp4ut4oM/s1600-h/baby%27s+breath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238119573007340162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLGJ_7gfkoI/AAAAAAAAADo/pBrrp4ut4oM/s200/baby%27s+breath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw this is baby's breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ukh so pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-6451099442065575016?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6451099442065575016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=6451099442065575016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6451099442065575016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6451099442065575016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/08/botani.html' title='Botani!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SLGGr_0EUFI/AAAAAAAAADg/MtnOCNuCA3k/s72-c/240px-Pogostemon_cablin0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5893428968951260762</id><published>2008-07-05T16:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.960+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Mind..... concepts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is mind? What is consciousness? There seems to be no single answer that explains the phenomenon of mind. The contemporary views of philosophy, psychology, neuroscience, and cybernetics all come up with different interpretations of mind and consciousness.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;---- thebigview.com--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geee start to read lately.. came up with this very nice web talking about life concept... from buddhis to space time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people could think and write such a good sentence why should war still happen huh!&lt;br /&gt;let's start make ppl to think so they don't have any time to do any terror..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5893428968951260762?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5893428968951260762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5893428968951260762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5893428968951260762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5893428968951260762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/07/mind-concepts.html' title='Mind..... concepts'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5958413565034095191</id><published>2008-07-03T22:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.960+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>a month later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SGz1jY8_XNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vS-wkG7vM1Y/s1600-h/petronas_nite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218816056558050514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SGz1jY8_XNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vS-wkG7vM1Y/s200/petronas_nite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidae season... yeap... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to KL, Malay... n yesssssss i couldn't help myself to not shopping.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;n....... I'm in my way 4 searching a new job.... n i find it so haaaaaaaaaaaaaard.... exhausting.. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm join a member at gym... until now i've followed 4 classes, pilates, yoga, body pump, and hip hop.. n I favor YOGA alooooot.... it's relaxing... my heart, mind, body, soul... that's really usefull 4 ppl nowadays.. we got stressed so much in eeevvvery minutes ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw..... tomorrow i'll have a test.... ugh wish me luck... hoeks hoesk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;best regard... me myself n i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps... that's my gift from KL.... petronas at nite... enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5958413565034095191?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5958413565034095191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5958413565034095191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5958413565034095191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5958413565034095191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/07/month-later.html' title='a month later...'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SGz1jY8_XNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vS-wkG7vM1Y/s72-c/petronas_nite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-6750827632934242111</id><published>2008-06-07T18:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.960+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Why i can't stop shopping!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is it bcoz i'm a woman?? ZzzzZzzz but then i do find out a couple of man that like to do 'shoppin' stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but then lately, i even can't control my eyes, to seee a lot of things..... start to buy anything, which accordin to some ppl i don't really need it. from clothes, cosmetics, fragrance, accesories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;woooooooooooggggggggggh! I do need to find a job that really can give me a lot of support for such a hobbies... or a.k.a MONEY.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next question, is that money so important? LOL............. as a human YEAAAAAH beeeebeee. but as a crazy naive person.. no.. i don't think money is that important, bcos some ppl can survive without any single money everyday... (or maybe they died the next 2 or 3 days n no one realize)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, back then, there's a lot of contradiction bout the pursuit of MONEY. hihhihihih. N I still walking aroound looking 4 the best answer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next.... can the 'addicted-ness' of shopping be cured?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YES if I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NO if I don't want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeaaaaaaaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well actually i have some 'drugs' for curing my disease... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Stop seeing any little things that can tease me to spend money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Put my money in some place that i can even use it instantly, n put only little cash on ur purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Pretend that u don't have money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. BUT NONE OF THAT KEEPING ME totally FAR FROM SHOPPING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gua da pusink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bis blanja lage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-6750827632934242111?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6750827632934242111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=6750827632934242111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6750827632934242111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6750827632934242111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-cant-stop-shopping.html' title='Why i can&apos;t stop shopping!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1933328790442592548</id><published>2008-03-13T23:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:09:50.961+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>luck happens on unlucky day</title><content type='html'>hm... i got my tire bumpz 2 days ago.... i still feel curious bout how could all this things happen.&lt;br /&gt;back then.. i realize that there's so much unpredictable things could happen.&lt;br /&gt;so after i make some summarize ... i think i'm the one who's in charge for the 'tire' bumpz.&lt;br /&gt;it's already late.. n i ran out my gasoline (yea rite double combo!) so i get hurry n then i face dead end of the road... (it's been fixed)... so i need to find another way.. n i move backward... i move fast... coz i'm so confident that there is no other thing back there...&lt;br /&gt;but ooooops.. i think i hit somethin... it's pavement... ukh... so i go down from my car to check if somethin happen to my car.. but it's nothin.... my car's body still fine... n so i move...&lt;br /&gt;after bout 5 km.... i heard somethin noisy from my car. sounds 'glutug' glutuk'... i thought it was my bumper .... but then the sound louder n louder... n i realize it was my TIRE oooooooooooooooo S***... i stopped n i checked........ ukhhhhhhhhh i call someone to tell me what should i do.. n then i got an idea bout move on and fine the service near there... bout a minute later there was 2 guy on a motorcycle... shouted at me.. n says bout my tire...&lt;br /&gt;n they want to help me fixed it.. I'm soooooooooooooooo CONFUSED.. BIG CONFUSED. it's dilemma ... cos the road is soooooooo dark.. n there's not lot car passing the way.... in fact i hate that road... cos it's spooky at nite. so i'm confused going down or not.. but then i don't know why i just listen to that guy...&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT .......... they helped meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee LOL&lt;br /&gt;i'm so luck huhuhu.. but still i'm a lil bit afraid....&lt;br /&gt;i'm thank 2 everyone who helped me&lt;br /&gt;n thx to GOD 4 everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1933328790442592548?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1933328790442592548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1933328790442592548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1933328790442592548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1933328790442592548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/03/luck-happens-on-unlucky-day.html' title='luck happens on unlucky day'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5839682720052118061</id><published>2008-03-04T21:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:14:30.975+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parfume review'/><title type='text'>Roberto Cavalli -  Serpentin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The FragranceTorn between gentleness and mystery, mango blossom seems to oscillate. Juicy and untamed… it displays its exotic charms. Like a floral echo, Tahitian tiare flower and frangipani blossom come to join it, turning the potion into pure temptation. Flirting with the spicy charm of black pepper, the parade of flowers winds up uniting with the warm tonalities of amber and woods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The ImageSerpents and gold, the risk of being bewitched is almost obvious. Intertwined, the two reptiles seem to be swimming at the heart of the bottle, which, trapping the saffron-hued nectar, flaunts its medallion-like curves. Protecting the contents like a seal, a pointy golden stopper raws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;your hand to release the potion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173896962052162994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/R81f39-XhbI/AAAAAAAAADI/YOVWDQD0Wgw/s200/serpentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Serpentine Perfume by Roberto Cavalli, This marvelous fragrance was created by roberto cavalli, in 2005. Its fantastic scent includes a mixture of mandarin, artemisia, violet leaves, frangipani, black pepper, amber, and sandalwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY newest collection LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5839682720052118061?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5839682720052118061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5839682720052118061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5839682720052118061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5839682720052118061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/03/roberto-cavalli-serpentin.html' title='Roberto Cavalli -  Serpentin'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/R81f39-XhbI/AAAAAAAAADI/YOVWDQD0Wgw/s72-c/serpentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4063275034422852269</id><published>2008-02-20T22:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.703+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>hhhh. rainy rainy day</title><content type='html'>humh humh humh...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what should i write in here...&lt;br /&gt;but i still want to write...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy, yet i can't sleeeeeeep&lt;br /&gt;i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i ii i&lt;br /&gt;i'm so crazy tonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.O.X.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4063275034422852269?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4063275034422852269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4063275034422852269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4063275034422852269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4063275034422852269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/02/hhhh-rainy-rainy-day.html' title='hhhh. rainy rainy day'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-807477183097825273</id><published>2008-02-15T10:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.704+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>dung!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/R7ULakm6y7I/AAAAAAAAADA/7umGcIeNp_s/s1600-h/worrybox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167048698608929714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/R7ULakm6y7I/AAAAAAAAADA/7umGcIeNp_s/s200/worrybox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey I want a worrybox......... it's cute........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-807477183097825273?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/807477183097825273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=807477183097825273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/807477183097825273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/807477183097825273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/02/dung.html' title='dung!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/R7ULakm6y7I/AAAAAAAAADA/7umGcIeNp_s/s72-c/worrybox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-474242030142493458</id><published>2008-01-23T13:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.704+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>fizzy fuzzy fazzz</title><content type='html'>Zzzzzzzz a lot things happen n guess wat.. IT's nu year.. nu resolution.. nu for everything :)&lt;br /&gt;but then i'm still just Me, myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;I have fren whi decided to marriage n cancell the marriage in just 6 month.. what is that actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I i have to go now... continue later!!! cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-474242030142493458?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/474242030142493458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=474242030142493458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/474242030142493458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/474242030142493458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2008/01/fizzy-fuzzy-fazzz.html' title='fizzy fuzzy fazzz'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8303472917817835681</id><published>2007-12-25T01:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.704+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>MerrY chrisTmas</title><content type='html'>Santa Clauz isn't comin to my town :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better not watch&lt;br /&gt;i better cry out&lt;br /&gt;n i better pout&lt;br /&gt;so tellin me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why santa isn't comin to town!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8303472917817835681?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8303472917817835681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8303472917817835681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8303472917817835681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8303472917817835681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MerrY chrisTmas'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-291882131530098865</id><published>2007-12-06T22:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:15:29.317+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parfume review'/><title type='text'>Parfume allabout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hm... want to have some flashback with my memories... bout my parfume collection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think my first given parfume was ISSEY MIYAKE classic.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here i sort my parfume by its price LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ISSEY ---- classic n L'EAU D'ISSEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Introduced by Issey Miyake in 1994. L` eau D`issey is a refined aquatic fragrance. This Perfume has a blend of citrus and spice combined with lower notes of musk amber and woods. It is recommended for evening wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Britney Spears CURIOUS ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BRITNEY SPEARS CURIOUS was introduced in the year 2004, by the design house of Britney Spears. Curious is a flowery fragrance with a blend of louisiana magnolia and wrapped in the sensuality of vanilla-infused musk. It is recommended for daytime wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Britney Spears CURIOUS in control ----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Britney Spears CURIOUS in CONTROL was Introduced in 2006. Black and pink, sweet and sexy, In Control Curious is a fragrance that ‘thrives on the unknown’. Like ‘an aphrodisiac that puts completely in control’, the fragrance reveals a sensual mix of vanilla-infused musk, crème brulee and midnight orchid. Classification : FloralTop note : Loquat Fruit.Middle note : Night Orchid, Crème Brulee, Black Vanilla, Tonka Crystals.Base note : Sugar, Sandalwood, Musk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;J.LO still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Introduced in 2003.Jennifer Lopez introduces Still by J.Lo, a glamourous, sexy and modern fragrance for women. Still perfume is adorned with a replica diamond solitaire jewel around a beautiful pink champagne stained glass.Classification : Floral.Notes : sake, piquant white pepper, sandalwood, musk, pink fressia, honeysuckle, sparkling mandarin and tea.Style: Sexy.Recommended Use : Evening Wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anna Sui ----secret wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Introduced in 2005. Secret Wish perfume has a fragrance type of fruity floral. This fragrance has a blend of melon, lemon, marigold , blackcurrant buds, white cedarwood, pineapple, skin musk complex, amber. It is recommended for daytime wear&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YSL----- YoungSexyLove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Introduced in 2006.Young Sexy Lovely for Women by Yves Saint Laurent is a modern &amp;amp; refined character fragrance. It consists of the fruits and flowers.This Perfume has a blend of Top notes : Nashi Pear, Mandarin, BlackcurrantMiddle notes : Cherry blossom, Magnolia, Wineyard PeachBase notes : Cristalline Musks, Amber, Cedarwood.It is recommended for daily or romantic wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bvlgari----Omnia Amethyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BVLGARI OMNIA AMETHYSTE for Women was introduced in 2007.his latest Omnia incarnation targets a younger audience (aged around 20–25) than the original, and features a lighter, fresher, floral juice.Omnia Améthyste opens on notes of green sap and pink grapefruit, giving way to the prominent accords of iris and Bulgarian rosebud. The base features heliotrope and solar woods accords&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lanvin Eclat D'Arpege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Introduced 2002. Introduced in the year 2004, by the design house. Eclat dArpege has a blend of sicilian lemon leaves, lilac green, wisteria flowers, green tea flowers, peach flowers, red peony, chinese osmanthus, white cedar of Lebanon, musk, amber. It is recommended for day time or evening wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nina Ricci Nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Introduced in 2006. Fresh, floral and fruity, with mouth watering accents. A perfume deliciously inspired by the red toffee apple, with tender flesh and a crisp outside to tempt and charm. A perfume which gradually releases its magic notes. As fascinating as a jewel, as attractive as candy, the crystalline apple is tinted raspberry pink. It is enhanced with a vibrant red halo and finely decorated with silver leaves. A jewel of a bottle which draws inspiration from the unforgettable Fille d`Eve bottle designed in 1952 by Nina Ricci. Top note : Calabrian Lemon, Caipirinha Lime Middle note : Love Apple, Peony, Fleur de Lune, Praline Base note : Apple Tree, White Cedar, Musks It is recommended of all ocassions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hermes Kelly Caleche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hermes KELLY CALECHE was introduced in 2007.Kelly Caleche`s name comes from two classic symbols of the Hermes tradition. Kelly, the saddle-maker`s legendary handbag, originally christened simply, `lady`s handbag` and rechristened Kelly in homage to Princess Grace Kelly. And Caleche, Hermes`s second fragrance, created in 1961. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;From the imagination of house designer Jean Claude Ellena, Kelly Caleche is an airy leather scent, an `angel leather` with the smell of flowers. A delicate fragrance for a modern Amazon. A joyful and feminine fragrance inspired by a leather with a flowery scent, more like a suede than a Russian leather, an accord with burnt-wood notes. Climbing rose bestows the floral-leather sensation. Softened with green notes (lily-of-the-valley, narcissus, iris and more), the perfume possesses a gentle woodsy-chypre character that is surely a nod to Vetiver de Caleche (by Guy Robert, 1961). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Designed by: Jean Claude Ellena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Classification : FloralTop note : Green Notes, Lily-of-the-valley, Rose, Narcissus Middle note : Climbing Rose, Mimosa, Tuberose Base note : Iris, Woodsy Notes, Leather Accord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-291882131530098865?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/291882131530098865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=291882131530098865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/291882131530098865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/291882131530098865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/12/parfume-allabout.html' title='Parfume allabout!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7179173860836591001</id><published>2007-12-04T21:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.704+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Facebook- LOL</title><content type='html'>cos so many of my frens invite me join this.... here i am... busy to take care my pet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=650303256"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=650303256&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH weirdo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7179173860836591001?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7179173860836591001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7179173860836591001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7179173860836591001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7179173860836591001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/12/facebook-lol.html' title='Facebook- LOL'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4777865544103032556</id><published>2007-11-16T13:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.704+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>friday friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmm just coming to my room sweeet room. o yeah i kinda do some shopping lately ukh.. probably feeling so christmas earlier... like usual i bought parfume AGAIN.. but then i bought it bcos i have to give someone a birthday present, so i bought for mine too (only an excuse).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agh... lately i found i have so much lucky but i don't know why... :) i just feeeeeeel so happy with my life... ooo i hate my internet bandwith, kind of cheating on me. i'm not use it so much but then the bill is un believable.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that just a piece of cake.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rz00EY8E4II/AAAAAAAAACs/9lGsavFqPls/s1600-h/07s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133316400290783362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rz00EY8E4II/AAAAAAAAACs/9lGsavFqPls/s200/07s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE INUYASHAAAAAAAAAAA the never ending stories LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4777865544103032556?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4777865544103032556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4777865544103032556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4777865544103032556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4777865544103032556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-friday.html' title='friday friday'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rz00EY8E4II/AAAAAAAAACs/9lGsavFqPls/s72-c/07s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2750502635050397970</id><published>2007-11-09T20:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:15:29.318+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parfume review'/><title type='text'>Parfume ManiaaaaaX</title><content type='html'>Whola... i's so confused cause i can;t decided what parfume i have to buy next&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to a nice smell things... like soal, bubble bath, n PARFUme of course.&lt;br /&gt;just i don;t have so much budget to buy that.... :)&lt;br /&gt;Mt wish list  is :&lt;br /&gt;1. Vera Wang Princess ---- the bottle is so cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;2. Alexander McQueen Kingdom ------- Antique&lt;br /&gt;3. I LOEWE YOU --- fresh fragrance ")&lt;br /&gt;4. perhaps AIGNER too feminime --- classic bottle&lt;br /&gt;But then i was adore the mini version of those Glazzy things......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2750502635050397970?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2750502635050397970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2750502635050397970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2750502635050397970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2750502635050397970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/11/parfume-maniaaaaax.html' title='Parfume ManiaaaaaX'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-7678537858817599431</id><published>2007-11-05T22:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>another i hate monday</title><content type='html'>HI there!&lt;br /&gt;it's so long huh! i've got something new n old goin on.&lt;br /&gt;firstly about the job i got some xtra job which mean i got some xtra money too.&lt;br /&gt;but u know, lately my feeling is not really good. this is not about illness that attact my body.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel that i'm an super hard person. i working so hard to keep everything on track even sometimes i don;t do it rite.&lt;br /&gt;I keep making myself running from somthing that i don;t actually clear about.&lt;br /&gt;ow about the xtra job... i got 2 student for my weekdays n weekend. :) n soon there'll be another more. I don't know why suddenly i got another xtra job, which ironically i feel a lil bit afraid cos my main job is reduced... yeah i know they need some xtra money to hold on the place, but then if my time was reduced there, means i did something wrong with my decision? i'm not seriously taking another office job because i know that this is better, but then what;s happen lately making me re think again am I taking the wrong decision? i'm so sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i become a super possesive lady and i don't know why am i doing that. i really didn't mean to make all of the things but then everything just split out from my mouth... even sometimes i feel bad with what i'm talking about. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so tired... i just need someone to understand me. but i guess i'll never gonna get it somehow. becos i don't even know myself (")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAt's all nite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-7678537858817599431?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/7678537858817599431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=7678537858817599431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7678537858817599431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/7678537858817599431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-i-hate-monday.html' title='another i hate monday'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-3932947305545555524</id><published>2007-10-15T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>my not so bad Monday</title><content type='html'>ukh still holiday, n i'm really feel exhausted.. &lt;again??&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my friend n i were planning to go singging, but then without any organize plan... the place we want to go was closed.... wat a day&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating roasted chicken, n my stomach really like a blender now. ukh is it dirty? but eniwei good enough for my digestion LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy now trying to sleap, my bf gonna come back 2 more days HOA HOA.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-3932947305545555524?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/3932947305545555524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=3932947305545555524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/3932947305545555524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/3932947305545555524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-not-so-bad-monday.html' title='my not so bad Monday'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5103206607362898788</id><published>2007-10-14T17:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>3rd day working double shift</title><content type='html'>FIuh, my bf having a holiday in japan, and i'm having my holiday at my own house... wat an ironically story.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Not really...&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired lately, not so sure what makes me tired so badly, is it bcos the job i'm taking it, or i just feel super tired working all the job in the house... but i guess this is not about all the things i've mention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired as mentally ... i guess, thinking something that i probably couldn't change or handle makes me physically tired. trying to get something to do but then i just don't have any power to do it. I want to buy some books but then i have to think am i having time for reading? cos lately i have problem with my time management, which it means i feel so miserable if anything goes through my day without my permission&lt;br /&gt;chit chat chit chat chit chat, when will this day will end... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5103206607362898788?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5103206607362898788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5103206607362898788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5103206607362898788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5103206607362898788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/10/3rd-day-working-double-shift.html' title='3rd day working double shift'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-303772385785973321</id><published>2007-10-04T21:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>i'm ready not for oshin</title><content type='html'>HUE HUE HUE..... i'm counting my days for working xtra shift at my house... LOL&lt;br /&gt;all of my servants going back to their village... and me, n my family work together to finish all. HUA... luckily i got some off work day for 1 week, hope my bones still at where they hold.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-303772385785973321?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/303772385785973321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=303772385785973321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/303772385785973321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/303772385785973321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-ready-not-for-oshin.html' title='i&apos;m ready not for oshin'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2087858160546371628</id><published>2007-09-24T17:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>another monday disaster</title><content type='html'>1. Jakarta traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;2. A car exploded near the hospital&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't have somethin to do rite now n makes me so boring&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't go anywhere n STUCK&lt;br /&gt;5. my throat feels a lil bit itchy damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all the report for : I HATE MONDAY lol...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2087858160546371628?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2087858160546371628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2087858160546371628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2087858160546371628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2087858160546371628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-monday-disaster.html' title='another monday disaster'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5917899800087645873</id><published>2007-09-19T07:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:27:28.625+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>hippi biddie to me LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RvBp8fXXsiI/AAAAAAAAACk/O_e0jYt70gs/s1600-h/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111702064998101538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RvBp8fXXsiI/AAAAAAAAACk/O_e0jYt70gs/s320/secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VOila... jay chou 3rd movie, lol once again i have to give applause to his piano arrangement, wuiih, nice classic piano, and all the cast most of them can play piano too, what a movie, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story is about...... SECRET..... so i can't tell u...... watch n see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for the music partitur but i haven't found it yet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipppi jay chouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5917899800087645873?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5917899800087645873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5917899800087645873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5917899800087645873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5917899800087645873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/09/hippi-biddie-to-me-lol.html' title='hippi biddie to me LOL'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RvBp8fXXsiI/AAAAAAAAACk/O_e0jYt70gs/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1127126487237663535</id><published>2007-09-02T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.706+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>All bout QuiZzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff2bf;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colette Collin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: September 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested.&lt;br /&gt;You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them.&lt;br /&gt;Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Suspicion of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Eggplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Spade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Born Under:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/rat.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quick witted, charming, and bring luck to all who know you.&lt;br /&gt;A bit greedy, you tend to go after what you want - with success.&lt;br /&gt;Clever, you seek out knowledge... and eventually use what you know to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;You are very loyal, and you treat your real friends like they are family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Dragon or Monkey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearwereyoubornunderquiz/"&gt;What Year Were You Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF774" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 120&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&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/5907921374043242707-1127126487237663535?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1127126487237663535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1127126487237663535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1127126487237663535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1127126487237663535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/09/french-name-n-birthdate-mean.html' title='All bout QuiZzzzzzzz'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5870464311377502624</id><published>2007-08-26T21:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:21:46.510+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book&apos;s review'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RtGX2ZdcBtI/AAAAAAAAACc/nUvf0HBWmEo/s1600-h/mitsuko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103026813590570706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RtGX2ZdcBtI/AAAAAAAAACc/nUvf0HBWmEo/s200/mitsuko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Little Sister, Fujiwara no Mitsuko is the thirteen year old fourth daughter of a powerful noble of the Fujiwara clan. Her carefully proscribed life (wearing layers of kimonos, writing poetry, and hiding behind protective screens as a lady of her rank should) is torn asunder when their home is raided and burned by warrior-monks. As the family flees the city, her oldest sister Amaiko's new husband is killed, and Amaiko falls into a catatonic state. Believing that the only way she can help her beloved sister is to go after Amaiko's lost soul, which is seeking her husband's soul, Mitsuko must journey to the netherworld. She is assisted by a tengu, a shape-shifting demon named Goranu, whom she meets when she and Amaiko take shelter in a little shrine. There, she prays to the kami (spirit) of the shrine for help and promises to repair the shrine and see that it is not forgotten. Goranu appears to be the answer to her prayers as he takes her to the Dragon King, to Lord Emma-O (Judge of the Dead), and even to the Land of the Ancestors in her quest to save her sister's soul. Goranu is a mischievous, humorously appealing character, who can be a man or a black-feathered bird-like creature. As he assists Mitsuko, he helps her to find her own courage and abilities and to ultimately reunite her family. The story is told in the first person, in a voice appropriate to Mitsuko's age and background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.... novel, like the part of story when &lt;em&gt;tengu&lt;/em&gt; can be frenz with human, n finally fall in love with mitsuko, well not ending with happy like a fairytale story, yet it's so human n GREAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5870464311377502624?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5870464311377502624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5870464311377502624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5870464311377502624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5870464311377502624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-little-sister-fujiwara-no-mitsuko-is.html' title=''/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RtGX2ZdcBtI/AAAAAAAAACc/nUvf0HBWmEo/s72-c/mitsuko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-392050499904719480</id><published>2007-08-24T23:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:21:46.510+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book&apos;s review'/><title type='text'>Nefertiti : The book of the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8MyJdcBqI/AAAAAAAAACE/LXw4bMBHZCc/s1600-h/nefertiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102310958506444450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8MyJdcBqI/AAAAAAAAACE/LXw4bMBHZCc/s200/nefertiti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is called "The Perfect One," the most famous and beautiful woman in the ancient world. She rules with her husband Akhenaten over the most powerful, sophisticated and affluent society the world has ever seen and across an empire that stretches from Africa through the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind these glorious scenes an epic power struggle is taking place: Nefertiti and Akhenaten inaugurate an enlightened new religion and build a magnificent and mysterious new capital, Akhetaten, in which to worship the Sun God, the Aten. The delicate balance of power in Egypt is thrown into confusion. The priesthood is stripped of its traditional authority and wealth, the army is enraged by the growing turbulence in the empire, and the people resent the loss of their gods. Old alliances are brought into doubt, and generations of inherited power and wealth are suddenly at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just days before the crucial festival to celebrate the new capital, Nefertiti suddenly vanishes. Rai Rahotep, the youngest chief detective in the Thebes division, with a rising reputation for his original methods, is secretly assigned by Akhenaten himself to investigate. He has ten days to find the Queen and return her in time for the celebrations. Success will bring glory—but if Rai fails, he and his family will die. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice BOOKS.. even i still very curious about the rest of the story.... the beginning, the history, but over all this book is so nice, n so clear bout the Egypt  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-392050499904719480?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/392050499904719480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=392050499904719480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/392050499904719480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/392050499904719480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/08/nefertiti-book-of-dead.html' title='Nefertiti : The book of the dead'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8MyJdcBqI/AAAAAAAAACE/LXw4bMBHZCc/s72-c/nefertiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1321043995614425397</id><published>2007-08-17T23:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:28:02.730+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book&apos;s review'/><title type='text'>StarduST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8QwpdcBrI/AAAAAAAAACM/wQdpczYgPek/s1600-h/stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102315330783151794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8QwpdcBrI/AAAAAAAAACM/wQdpczYgPek/s200/stardust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the sleepy English countryside of decades past, there is a town that has stood on a jut of granite for six hundred years. And immediately to the east stands a high stone wall, for which the village is named. Here in the town of Wall, Tristran Thorn has lost his heart to the hauntingly beautiful Victoria Forester. One crisp October night, as they watch, a star falls from the sky, and Victoria promises to marry Tristran if he'll retrieve that star and bring it back for her. It is this promise that sends Tristran through the only gap in the wall, across the meadow, and into the most unforgettable adventure of his life.In the sleepy English countryside of decades past, there is a town that has stood on a jut of granite for six hundred years. And immediately to the east stands a high stone wall, for which the village is named. Here in the town of Wall, Tristran Thorn has lost his heart to the hauntingly beautiful Victoria Forester. One crisp October night, as they watch, a star falls from the sky, and Victoria promises to marry Tristran if he'll retrieve that star and bring it back for her. It is this promise that sends Tristran through the only gap in the wall, across the meadow, and into the most unforgettable adventure of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ soon the movie come out------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1321043995614425397?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1321043995614425397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1321043995614425397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1321043995614425397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1321043995614425397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/08/stardust.html' title='StarduST'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8QwpdcBrI/AAAAAAAAACM/wQdpczYgPek/s72-c/stardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-1617638394956109001</id><published>2007-08-09T22:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:21:46.511+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book&apos;s review'/><title type='text'>The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8Q85dcBsI/AAAAAAAAACU/Y7AULQosTiA/s1600-h/curious_incident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102315541236549314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8Q85dcBsI/AAAAAAAAACU/Y7AULQosTiA/s200/curious_incident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15-year old Christopher John Francis Boone, or just Christopher Boone, goes to a school for students with special needs because he has a form of autism. Although it is never definitively stated within the story which autistic spectrum condition Christopher has, the summary on the book's inside cover states it to be Asperger syndrome. Christopher is a mathematical savant, has a photographic memory, is extremely observant and never lies. However, he has difficulty understanding human behaviour, gestures and relationships. He dreams of being an astronaut and takes a deep interest in mathematics. He owns a pet rat named Toby, which he feeds with food pellets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher has many traits that set him apart from others because of his perception of life. He is unable to recognise and comprehend facial expressions besides 'happy' and 'sad' and also has difficulty in understanding metaphors and jokes. He likes lists and facts, has a fear of strangers and new places, and his favourite dream is one in which everyone except him, and 'special people' like him, die. In addition, he is oversensitive to information and stimuli. For this reason, he screams and reacts violently to people who touch him. However, he doesn't mind pressing his fingers against those of his parents as a gesture of love. He curls up and groans to protect himself against overwhelming noise or information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher hates the colours yellow and brown, but loves red. This extends to adding red food dye to brown- or yellow-coloured food (and being unable to eat two different kinds of food that are touching), and also his belief that seeing three, four or five red cars in a row means it's a "good," "quite good," or "super good" day, respectively, while four yellow cars signify a "black" day. Finally, he dislikes eating food from new places and the furniture being moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Curious_Incident_of_the_Dog_in_the_Night-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-1617638394956109001?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/1617638394956109001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=1617638394956109001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1617638394956109001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/1617638394956109001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/08/curious-incident-of-dog-in-night-time.html' title='The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Rs8Q85dcBsI/AAAAAAAAACU/Y7AULQosTiA/s72-c/curious_incident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5043290053428426942</id><published>2007-08-04T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:21:46.511+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book&apos;s review'/><title type='text'>WHY DO MEN FALL ASLEEP AFTER SEX?</title><content type='html'>Nu book huh... visit this site... http://www.whydomenfallasleep.com/about-book.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested on this book, i just have no time to buy it, or perhaps i want the English version, since... this book already been translated in MY COUNTRY LANGUAGE... but then the price is triple... fiuh... so confused.... &lt;br /&gt;but then.. i'm so curious bout this book HUH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5043290053428426942?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5043290053428426942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5043290053428426942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5043290053428426942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5043290053428426942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-do-men-fall-asleep-after-sex.html' title='WHY DO MEN FALL ASLEEP AFTER SEX?'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-507085197630435606</id><published>2007-07-29T20:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.706+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Till the day has come</title><content type='html'>Hm... i think my friend is hmm what is it called? hmmm reject? not notice? whatever, i never talk to her again since i don't know when, perhaps she's in trouble, or i'm in trouble.... hmm am i did something wrong? yeah i just can think that she's just busy or something, cos she never answer my called again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH for the uneg2 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in my period n it's hurt... u kh.. tomorrow is MONDAY and u know what???? I hate monday hahahha, hope nothing bad happen. ukh ukh ukh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go on surfing again... ow btw i'm hijack my photo yesterdae LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-507085197630435606?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/507085197630435606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=507085197630435606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/507085197630435606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/507085197630435606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/till-day-has-come.html' title='Till the day has come'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-6267550821057174312</id><published>2007-07-26T23:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.706+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Not Really True but THAT's OKAY</title><content type='html'>The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;Your hard work always pays off. So don't hesitate to put sweat equity into this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, your hard work pays off. So do not hesitate to put a little sweat equity into this day if you see a chance to get a little further in a goal or on a project. Today, let your inner go-getter help you go a little bit farther than you normally would. Before the sun sets today, you will get some kudos for a job well done. It's a day for making impressions and blowing people's minds with your ability to multi-task and deliver way above their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my horoscope says for tooday.&lt;br /&gt;well i don't believe it but then what happen to me in this 2 or 3 days... i just felt that TOTTALY TRUE............ :( hiks finally there's something which understand my condition.&lt;br /&gt;UKH i know sometimes problem love to come, but then i felt being HIT buy a truck, although i tried not to think about it, sometimes i just felt guilty so hiks hiks hiks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-6267550821057174312?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/6267550821057174312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=6267550821057174312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6267550821057174312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/6267550821057174312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-really-true-but-thats-okay.html' title='Not Really True but THAT&apos;s OKAY'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4075132166047417207</id><published>2007-07-20T18:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>NET banking............. sucks</title><content type='html'>UKH,,,,, i got complained from one of my new stud's parents. OHh i wished my child wouldn't be like that. evil boy.. he told his mother a false fact about me. CK CK CK parents ooooh parents, what have u done to your boy!&lt;br /&gt;next, i help my frens to pay his internet bill on my net banking, but it sucks, almost an hour and i still can't pay the bill!!!!!!!!!! what is thiiiiiiiis i hate it&lt;br /&gt;I even have to try another way because i already made a promise.. damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;this makes me busy..... &lt;br /&gt;in a minute i have to go again to the mall for eating sushi&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooo this is the only thing that makes me KEEP IN MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oooooooooo eaaaaaating eating eating..... when this would be done........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4075132166047417207?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4075132166047417207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4075132166047417207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4075132166047417207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4075132166047417207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/net-banking-sucks.html' title='NET banking............. sucks'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5192493640368326321</id><published>2007-07-16T23:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:16:20.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>I'm @#$%^&amp;*&amp;^%$#</title><content type='html'>Another monday to comment, i hate monday!&lt;br /&gt;yep my feelings so fuzzy, i can't even think for even just one second, i need some stedy life, but then evertime, day, minute, hour like racing in front of my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Am i too greedy for asking happines, i'm so nothing rite now. &lt;br /&gt;hope i can face the day when i have full of chance to move and walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 and a half teach math..... ukh feel like a curse... but then, at least my brain is there to help me LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5192493640368326321?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5192493640368326321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5192493640368326321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5192493640368326321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5192493640368326321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/im.html' title='I&apos;m @#$%^&amp;*&amp;^%$#'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2700414743160872708</id><published>2007-07-11T23:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:08.365+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am to Worship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RpUH5O4EQmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uQMiMZ7iP2c/s1600-h/IMG_3137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RpUH5O4EQmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uQMiMZ7iP2c/s200/IMG_3137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085980034012037730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHT OF THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;YOU STEPPED DOWN INTO DARKNESS&lt;br /&gt;OPENED MY EYES LET ME SEE&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTY THAT MADE THIS HEART ADORE YOU&lt;br /&gt;HOPE OF A LIFE SPENT WITH YOU &lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE I AM TO WORSHIP, HERE I AM TO BOW DOWN&lt;br /&gt;HERE I AM TO SAY THAT YOU'RE MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE ALTOGETHER LOVELY, ALTOGETHER WORTHY&lt;br /&gt;ALTOGETHER WONDERFUL TO ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF ALL DAYS&lt;br /&gt;OH SO HIGHLY EXALTED&lt;br /&gt;GLORIOUS IN HEAVEN ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;HUMBLY YOU CAME TO THE EARTH YOU CREATED&lt;br /&gt;ALL FOR LOVE'S SAKE BECAME POOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;I'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH IT COST&lt;br /&gt;TO SEE MY SIN UPON THAT CROSS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2700414743160872708?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2700414743160872708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2700414743160872708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2700414743160872708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2700414743160872708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-i-am-to-worship.html' title='Here I am to Worship!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RpUH5O4EQmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uQMiMZ7iP2c/s72-c/IMG_3137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2782064819880301229</id><published>2007-07-10T00:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:18:24.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RpJz3-4EQlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E9aYm4iX-_E/s400/f90a2bbb7c9046baadde0b0a0c27a5cd461e3fae.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2782064819880301229?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2782064819880301229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2782064819880301229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2782064819880301229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2782064819880301229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RpJz3-4EQlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E9aYm4iX-_E/s72-c/f90a2bbb7c9046baadde0b0a0c27a5cd461e3fae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-338578551461475266</id><published>2007-07-09T20:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:18:24.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>ideal day to research travel plans ?!@#$%^&amp;</title><content type='html'>The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;This is an ideal day to research travel plans, especially to another country.&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you experienced something foreign (sushi, burritos, and sweet-and-sour pork do not count!)? Today, make a bigger effort to expand your horizons. This is an ideal day to research travel plans, especially if they involve travel outside of the country. Deciding on the right time to go can be a hassle, but if you pick a time now, you can avoid any complications later. The time is always perfect for planning an ambitious vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, what a day... i'm just back from my vacation, and there is another suggest bout having another holiday LOL ...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm thinking bout it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-338578551461475266?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/338578551461475266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=338578551461475266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/338578551461475266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/338578551461475266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/ideal-day-to-research-travel-plans.html' title='ideal day to research travel plans ?!@#$%^&amp;'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8378868828603227526</id><published>2007-07-07T23:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.248+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>MAe Graduatiiiiiiiooooooon!</title><content type='html'>Hiihihihih today is my ceremony and it's feeeeeeeeeeeeel incredible, feel like want to have it again and again LOL... but that's tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                           &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Ro-_Qu4EQkI/AAAAAAAAABs/1tC103SoZXY/s1600-h/grad_!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084492798506582594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/Ro-_Qu4EQkI/AAAAAAAAABs/1tC103SoZXY/s200/grad_!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; and now what........... after this i still have to move ooooooooooooon ukh ukkh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8378868828603227526?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8378868828603227526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2951874811675084052</id><published>2007-07-06T22:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>twisted finger n graduation ceremony</title><content type='html'>Hm.. finally tomorrow is the dae, but i'm not really sure bout it....................................&lt;br /&gt;oh i hate it i love it n i'm really confused.........&lt;br /&gt;finish something means start for another new thing, this is still goin n goin until the end of life..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;tired sometimes, but i guess all ppl has the same thing to do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2951874811675084052?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2951874811675084052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2951874811675084052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2951874811675084052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2951874811675084052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/twisted-finger-n-graduation-ceremony.html' title='twisted finger n graduation ceremony'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-256061046297393160</id><published>2007-07-05T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>HolYdae n Accident</title><content type='html'>Fiuh i just came back from my vacation, i went 2 Puncak... so cold there, the first dae i went to the zoo... quite fun there... the second day is flower park..... but then the place not so good anymore......  aaaa i lost my fave sunglasses there. so sad :( my bf gave me, and i haven't told him yet hhikkz&lt;br /&gt;MY ring finger was hit by the door this afternoon......................... hurtsssssssssssss so bad... i can't even type with all my fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-256061046297393160?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/256061046297393160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=256061046297393160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/256061046297393160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/256061046297393160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/07/holydae-n-accident.html' title='HolYdae n Accident'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5254003223121133572</id><published>2007-06-30T23:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Party Dae....</title><content type='html'>Hum hum, today is the party, and none of that 3 dress i use it....&lt;br /&gt;finally i just used the black strapless, and black pants.... :) hahahhahah the party is nice, i just remembered bout my 17 and all my friend out there... miss them .. but i guess i have no idea where the hell they're now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just mizz the day when i was teenager SO FUN............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5254003223121133572?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5254003223121133572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5254003223121133572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5254003223121133572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5254003223121133572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/party-dae.html' title='Party Dae....'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-478149816193495773</id><published>2007-06-28T15:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>drop down day</title><content type='html'>Fate, destiny i really don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried 2 interview in the different companies, one is banking and the other is in properties. I decline one as i was declined by the other. What a fate.. :( i'm so sad, but then i have to think forward. I know i've been waiting for this answer and then the answer is coming rite into my way.&lt;br /&gt;Is this mean i have to find another job, or i should walk in the path that already there... something good n nice already waiting for me... I hope so.. cause now i feel so terrible... i don't know what should i do.. :( so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-478149816193495773?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/478149816193495773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=478149816193495773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/478149816193495773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/478149816193495773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/drop-down-day.html' title='drop down day'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5911184185148811211</id><published>2007-06-27T23:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Confused NEH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RoKPme4EQhI/AAAAAAAAABU/wLvvzkwkvKA/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080781220913365522" style="CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RoKPme4EQhI/AAAAAAAAABU/wLvvzkwkvKA/s200/Image045.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RoKPme4EQiI/AAAAAAAAABc/MqDd8jVj5pg/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080781220913365538" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RoKPme4EQiI/AAAAAAAAABc/MqDd8jVj5pg/s200/Image046.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RoKPmu4EQjI/AAAAAAAAABk/SjT2HIu7Sas/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080781225208332850" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RoKPmu4EQjI/AAAAAAAAABk/SjT2HIu7Sas/s200/Image047.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY... i'm not sure bout stylish n chic... but which one is good to go at 17th party...????? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5911184185148811211?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5911184185148811211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5911184185148811211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5911184185148811211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5911184185148811211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/confused-neh.html' title='Confused NEH!!!!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/RoKPme4EQhI/AAAAAAAAABU/wLvvzkwkvKA/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2875085548278120919</id><published>2007-06-26T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Today is my off day... so i take my lil sister to go to the shopping mall. I promised her yesterday, and she really happy. So i go there... wooooh i found nothing interesting in the mall recently. I don't know that is because no money, or because there is nothing good to be bought...&lt;br /&gt;I hunt for shoes, bag and shirt of course, but then nothing interest me there .... so here i am go shopping without buy anything... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2875085548278120919?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2875085548278120919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2875085548278120919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2875085548278120919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2875085548278120919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4137702512242366659</id><published>2007-06-25T22:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Whoa... disaster!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Michelle Auerlya.... happy sweeeeeeeeeeeeet 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. there is a disaster today.... my brother did it. i don't know what gonna happen tomorrow. hope still okay... :(&lt;br /&gt;I need some vacation i just don't know yet where should i go.... so sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4137702512242366659?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4137702512242366659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4137702512242366659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4137702512242366659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4137702512242366659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/whoa-disaster.html' title='Whoa... disaster!'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-8439271730183537022</id><published>2007-06-21T22:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>no matter what i do... all i think about is you... even when ... blabal&lt;br /&gt;ups that is song! and this theme not connected at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but my life is between this and that. everytime i get into the right way, there always wall which cut my way.... stand high front of me so i can't move on.&lt;br /&gt;should i hit the wall and go straight? or should i turn around, find another way cos like the proverb said.. there are many way to go to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just give me the answer please....... just for encourage me.. cos i need something to stand on my feet... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-8439271730183537022?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/8439271730183537022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=8439271730183537022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8439271730183537022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/8439271730183537022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-2256178950666251466</id><published>2007-06-20T16:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>HAppyDay</title><content type='html'>Well, today is not a bad day, but not a good day too, just an ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;The good things happen today is :&lt;br /&gt;1. My internet connection has fully recovered&lt;br /&gt;2. I win the online contest games... 2 contest which means i earn $1 LOL, thx to BONGO&lt;br /&gt;3. I work just for 4 hours today, and now i'm rest LOL&lt;br /&gt;4. MY mother n sister is coming back from the trip today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad things :&lt;br /&gt;1. NONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL... actually i'm happy today i don't know why........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-2256178950666251466?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/2256178950666251466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=2256178950666251466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2256178950666251466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/2256178950666251466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/happyday.html' title='HAppyDay'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-4119992011050420496</id><published>2007-06-19T21:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.251+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>CAn't login to E-gold SAD</title><content type='html'>Unable to login to account.Access deniedThe IP you are using to access the e-gold website (61.5.53.113) appears to be either an open proxy or otherwise exploited. You will not be permitted to access e-gold services from this IP while this condition continues.Your first order of business to restore access should be to make sure that you are computing securely. Please read and implement e-gold's &lt;a href="https://www.e-gold.com/security.html" target="_top"&gt;Security Recommendations.&lt;/a&gt;After you have resolved any security issues, including virus removal, it may take a day or two for your access to be re-enabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGH that's bcos of my speedy!!!! i hate that. i can't login... i just recieve some money there... ukh and i can't access it damn damn damn!&lt;br /&gt;oooops... btw i can't connect with my usual dsl because of some problem with the SUPER SLOW service PROVIDER! i could just report this to anything anywhere.. i just hmmm too patience and too kind person LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-4119992011050420496?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/4119992011050420496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=4119992011050420496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4119992011050420496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/4119992011050420496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/cant-login-to-e-gold-sad.html' title='CAn&apos;t login to E-gold SAD'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5907921374043242707.post-5694773892806333067</id><published>2007-06-16T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:19:17.251+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Another Wedding Ceremony 2</title><content type='html'>Today is a BUSY day... Very B.U.S.Y..&lt;br /&gt;Well i already planned to wake up late today.. bcos nothing i should do.. so i wake up at 10. but then my fatheeeeeeeeeeeeeerr asked me to go with him to the market to buy couple of things for my mom's trip.... so.. i ate in a rush, i took a bath in a rush, n everything in a rush :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was shopping, my BOss called me.. told me to come today for teaching.. :( what a day but bcos she asked me so desperately.. i finally say yes.. even that means.. i losssssst my chance to eat SEAFOOD (that's freee y know!!!!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N then.. the student came an hour later WHICH makes me ANGRY.. cos that SEAFOOD Things..  i should have come to the place to eat first uuuuuuuuuuuuukh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then.. ukh i'm too tired to told all the story..&lt;br /&gt;i went to sunday school for teaching, n then i'm in a rush to go to the WEdDing CereMony... which MY father's friend's SON.... marriage :o... my father again? uch... &gt;.&lt; is it FATHER's day today????????? GEEeeez what ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is.... NothIng LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5907921374043242707-5694773892806333067?l=qoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/5694773892806333067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5907921374043242707&amp;postID=5694773892806333067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5694773892806333067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5907921374043242707/posts/default/5694773892806333067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qoorie.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-wedding-ceremony-2.html' title='Another Wedding Ceremony 2'/><author><name>qoorie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NRiHYJHD1go/SZRXl4DJ5oI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GGwNrJoaZeA/S220/dior_gloss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
