<?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-3235328171188739145</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:57:28.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Macam Kentang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cool Macam Kentang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542735741387229521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTO_sh7o9Y8/Sdo_rzcSmSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OW5u90afuAo/S220/xfilmPotatoesTrapeze.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-2895488979757226809</id><published>2010-05-31T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:59:03.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't Mean Anything</title><content type='html'>She would change everything, everything, just ask her&lt;br /&gt;She would change everything, for happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/TASC3jYJ_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7g0EVmRNhrc/s1600/candid_yams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477646937690341266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/TASC3jYJ_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7g0EVmRNhrc/s400/candid_yams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pic credits to NightDeposits.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-2895488979757226809?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/2895488979757226809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-would-change-everything-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/2895488979757226809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/2895488979757226809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-would-change-everything-everything.html' title='Doesn&apos;t Mean Anything'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/TASC3jYJ_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7g0EVmRNhrc/s72-c/candid_yams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-8289314115229281635</id><published>2009-10-08T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:41:36.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need/want:</title><content type='html'>1. New heels - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preferably&lt;/span&gt; in black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YSL's&lt;/span&gt; Young Sexy Lovely perfume or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Givenchy's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Irresistible&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New hair colour and a haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Highlighter eyeshadow from M.A.C to replace old Dior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. New handbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lancome&lt;/span&gt; mascara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Blackberry curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. New man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Ss4H525NZtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9hfhk_Zol0/s1600-h/broccoli_and_potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390254494578468562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Ss4H525NZtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9hfhk_Zol0/s400/broccoli_and_potato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-8289314115229281635?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/8289314115229281635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-needwant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/8289314115229281635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/8289314115229281635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-needwant.html' title='I need/want:'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Ss4H525NZtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9hfhk_Zol0/s72-c/broccoli_and_potato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-4702972110888515446</id><published>2009-09-12T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:17:03.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44 is leaving me.</title><content type='html'>What could be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mocking Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SqvD8-6qNDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rsmSbsoFTMs/s1600-h/two-suicides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380609632272790578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SqvD8-6qNDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rsmSbsoFTMs/s400/two-suicides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-4702972110888515446?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/4702972110888515446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/09/44-is-leaving-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/4702972110888515446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/4702972110888515446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/09/44-is-leaving-me.html' title='44 is leaving me.'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SqvD8-6qNDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rsmSbsoFTMs/s72-c/two-suicides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-4009889407709763807</id><published>2009-09-07T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:36:12.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To live in regret?</title><content type='html'>"There are people who tell me I've helped him. Mental health experts who say, that the simple act of being someone's friend can change his brain chemistry; and prove his functioning in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak for Mr. Ayers in that regard. Maybe our friendship has helped him but maybe not. I can, however, speak for myself. I can tell you that by witnessing Mr. Ayers' courage, his humility, his faith in the power of his art, I learned the dignity of being loyal to something you believe in and holding on to it; above all else, believing without question that it will carry you home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Soloist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-4009889407709763807?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/4009889407709763807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-live-in-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/4009889407709763807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/4009889407709763807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-live-in-regret.html' title='To live in regret?'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-475445747889378319</id><published>2009-09-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:52:10.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're sad then it's time you spoke up too</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I like driving when I'm feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right this moment, I feel like driving to the end of the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-475445747889378319?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/475445747889378319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-youre-sad-then-its-time-you-spoke-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/475445747889378319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/475445747889378319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-youre-sad-then-its-time-you-spoke-up.html' title='If you&apos;re sad then it&apos;s time you spoke up too'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-3131144773012413350</id><published>2009-08-25T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:37:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Pomme de Terre is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SpQSCFpD2II/AAAAAAAAAFE/r5drQp838Fk/s1600-h/scaled_Suicide%20Potato%20Eating%20Micheal%20Dell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373940082443278466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SpQSCFpD2II/AAAAAAAAAFE/r5drQp838Fk/s400/scaled_Suicide%2520Potato%2520Eating%2520Micheal%2520Dell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to be anti-social now onwards. I think I'll just be friends with music, beer, chocolates and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I go, here's another song (since I'm such a fan of posting lyrics here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna live on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Never see a human again&lt;br /&gt;And as the earth explodes&lt;br /&gt;I'll light a candle for my dead best friends&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy this place,&lt;br /&gt;My best friends are so mean&lt;br /&gt;I look up to the sky when I am sad,&lt;br /&gt;'cause the planets don't get down on me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;and dream of a place that's warm,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. I look up to the sky when I am sad,&lt;br /&gt;'cause the planets don't get down on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are you doing still hanging out with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-3131144773012413350?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/3131144773012413350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/ms-pomme-de-terre-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3131144773012413350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3131144773012413350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/ms-pomme-de-terre-is.html' title='Ms. Pomme de Terre is'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SpQSCFpD2II/AAAAAAAAAFE/r5drQp838Fk/s72-c/scaled_Suicide%2520Potato%2520Eating%2520Micheal%2520Dell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-6941957966799681883</id><published>2009-08-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:04:28.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44: And you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this on my old blog earlier while I was looking for a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;...ANYWAYSS (sorryy.. I get carried away all the time) SHAR's blog entry about crappy feelings and all was just so sad. And when I was reading it.. (as weird as this is going to sound) I'm gonna friggin miss SHar also (*sniff &lt;--real sadness k?) We've not actually been close and SHar being the reserved person he is (except about masturbation and everything perverted) didn't help.. But I suppose the mamak sessions helped loads. I mean, all those crappy conversations about sailing across the sea with you-know-what-kinda-engines (haha), and how he'd mention again and again about his resentment towards us and this place... has ironically made the bond.. stronger! HAHA I know I wasn't really mentioned about being missed in his entry and I know I couldn't possibly be as close to him as his other old (literally and not literally) friends are.. but still... I will miss your car Shar.. LOL OKay., I was kidding. You know what I mean.. Okay.. now SHar I'm sorry.. You know I adore you (*ok.. this sounds weird. gross lol) and all but I've just got to miss sending you off at the airport and go for that damn concert. COLDPLAY is coming to town! AHa...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Shar! You're the best, for sure =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/So63WBgWQQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BaeYdy5jgZg/s1600-h/shar+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372432994488697090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/So63WBgWQQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BaeYdy5jgZg/s400/shar+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/So61eQy5xNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-SUmrARnI1k/s1600-h/shar+and+i.jpg"&gt;&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/3235328171188739145-6941957966799681883?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/6941957966799681883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/44-and-you-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6941957966799681883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6941957966799681883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/44-and-you-love-me.html' title='44: And you love me'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/So63WBgWQQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BaeYdy5jgZg/s72-c/shar+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-7647614785230826285</id><published>2009-08-18T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:56:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the valentines that never came</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I learned the truth at seventeen&lt;br /&gt;That love was meant for beauty queens&lt;br /&gt;And high school girls with clear skinned smiles&lt;br /&gt;Who married young and then retired&lt;br /&gt;The valentines I never knew&lt;br /&gt;The Friday night charades of youth&lt;br /&gt;Were spent on one more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;At seventeen I learned the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And those of us with ravaged faces&lt;br /&gt;Lacking in the social graces&lt;br /&gt;Desperately remained at home&lt;br /&gt;Inventing lovers on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Who called to say come dance with me&lt;br /&gt;and murmured vague obscenities&lt;br /&gt;It isn't all it seems&lt;br /&gt;At seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brown eyed girl in hand me downs&lt;br /&gt;Whose name I never could pronounce&lt;br /&gt;said, Pity please the ones who serve&lt;br /&gt;They only get what they deserve&lt;br /&gt;The rich relationed hometown queen&lt;br /&gt;Married into what she needs&lt;br /&gt;A guarantee of company&lt;br /&gt;And haven for the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;Remember those who win the game&lt;br /&gt;Lose the love they sought to gain&lt;br /&gt;indebentures of quality&lt;br /&gt;And dubious integrity&lt;br /&gt;Their small town eyes will gape at you&lt;br /&gt;in dull surprise when payment due&lt;br /&gt;Exceeds accounts received&lt;br /&gt;At seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of us who know the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Of valentines that never came,&lt;br /&gt;And those whose names were never called&lt;br /&gt;When choosing sides for basketball&lt;br /&gt;It was long ago and far away&lt;br /&gt;The world was younger than today&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were all they gave for free&lt;br /&gt;To ugly duckling girls like me.&lt;br /&gt;We all play the game and when we dare&lt;br /&gt;To cheat ourselves at solitaire&lt;br /&gt;Inventing lovers on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Repenting other lives unknown&lt;br /&gt;That call and say, come dance with me&lt;br /&gt;and murmur vague obscenities&lt;br /&gt;At ugly girls like me&lt;br /&gt;At seventeen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sop6pygtQTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DbAMMgD87Ww/s1600-h/3063480699_b8b98ee686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371240363944919346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sop6pygtQTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DbAMMgD87Ww/s400/3063480699_b8b98ee686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/3235328171188739145-7647614785230826285?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/7647614785230826285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-valentines-that-never-came.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/7647614785230826285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/7647614785230826285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-valentines-that-never-came.html' title='To the valentines that never came'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sop6pygtQTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DbAMMgD87Ww/s72-c/3063480699_b8b98ee686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-1006927253018139945</id><published>2009-08-16T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:08:46.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your company )=</title><content type='html'>Professor Emeritus Tengku Dato’ Shamsul Bahrin, the President of Nilai University College, Professor John Raftery, Pro Vice Chancellor of Oxford Brookes University, Dato’ Dr. Sothi Rachagan, Mr. Gan Eng Hong, our visitors from Oxford Brookes University, Academics, graduands of Oxford Brookes University and Nilai University College, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning. We stand here today with much to be thankful for and I am honoured to be given the opportunity to address you this morning. I welcome you to this memorable and prestigious ceremony. To those who have had to travel halfway round the world to be here today, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Henry Ford was bringing his vision of the motor vehicle into our world, people around him ridiculed him and thought he had gone mad in pursuing such a wild vision. But he knew much more. He said, “When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it”. We are sitting here today, a testament, that we can win against all adversities, provided that we learn to conquer our minds, particularly when our will is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of our long journey, we reached many crossroads which have taken us to different paths. Some of us have failed, while others have flourished. When faced with adversity we should remain steadfast and strong. Don’t let the regrets of yesterday destroy our hopes and dreams of tomorrow. No circumstance should force you to live in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fellow graduates, we’ve made it. We’ve finally made it! Congratulations. What honours we are about to receive today will be ours forever, so congratulations for all the achievements we have accomplished in academics, athletics, the arts, both in Uni and out. I hope that we will all continue to grow to be exemplary ambassadors of Oxford Brookes University and Nilai University College and that we will carry messages of morality and knowledge as we contribute towards the evolution in society – even if only through simple ways and means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow classmates, I’d like to thank you for your friendship and support. I am who I am today because of you. We are who we are today, because of each other. I pray that we will continue to learn from the experiences that we’ve shared in the past, as I have. I hope that each of us finds the right opportunity for ourselves; and that peace and good will prevail – for ourselves and our loved ones. The years we have spent together will forever be etched in my memory - the fun, the laughter, the sweat, the tears, and the sleepless nights. At times the road had been a rough one but we plodded on and perseverance prevailed. As I look back now, I know I wouldn’t have it any other way. So thank you and congratulations to all of you once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinguished guests, parents, teachers, families and friends; we are all proud and greatly honoured to have walked the halls of Nilai UC – blessed for being provided a healthy environment, conducive for study and growth of the mind with a balance of hard work, fun and good friends. For that, thank you Nilai UC. But the honours that we receive today could not have been achieved without the hard work of many people. Congratulations and thank you to our teachers and University personnel, for our success is your success. Thank you for giving us the opportunity and the freedom to explore. For the support and faith you have in us, thank you. Allow me to also extend my gratitude to the University’s Administration and its faculty for their perseverance and hard work – they have truly changed our lives. To the Corporate Communications department of Nilai UC, thank you for giving me the wonderful opportunity of helping out with the EXPLORER magazine. Special thanks to the department of Marketing and Economics – the Head of Department, Ms. Gowrie Vinayan and our many lecturers – thank you for all of your support and for making us who we are today. I shall forever cherish you and I wish you the best life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we would all not be here without the self-sacrificing contributions of our parents. For all that we are and have today, we owe it to you. Thank you for believing in us even when we didn’t in ourselves. So my dear friends, I now invite all of you to stand up to show our appreciation by giving them a round of applause. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow graduates, today, I wish you comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth and love to complete your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some of the best experiences of my life here and I hope you did too. Today, I dedicate this victory of ours to our parents and families, and to our teachers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-1006927253018139945?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/1006927253018139945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/professor-emeritus-tengku-dato-shamsul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/1006927253018139945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/1006927253018139945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/professor-emeritus-tengku-dato-shamsul.html' title='I need your company )='/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-8780526860543465687</id><published>2009-08-12T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:35:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(In random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laundry&lt;br /&gt;2. Print speech and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MT's&lt;/span&gt; letter of consent&lt;br /&gt;3. Perform speech-saying ritual&lt;br /&gt;3. Apply for leave for Friday&lt;br /&gt;4. Discuss product categories being passed on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prisc&lt;/span&gt; for July data QC&lt;br /&gt;5. Decide what to wear on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;6. Practice in new heels&lt;br /&gt;7. Save money&lt;br /&gt;8. Call Mr. William Chin of Mitsubishi Motors and Mr. Chew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Huat&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fiamma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Reply emails to Mr. Colgate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sanjay&lt;/span&gt; the Possum and the Happy-Three-Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch I love you man&lt;br /&gt;11. Call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Liss&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;12. Collect laundry (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;13. Try to design Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Emmmett&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lim's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;name cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Obsess&lt;/span&gt; over the climax of Mae - Release Me&lt;br /&gt;15. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoLvFMDAUOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/USj---4ENk8/s1600-h/CAEPCRSN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369116578191266018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoLvFMDAUOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/USj---4ENk8/s400/CAEPCRSN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/3235328171188739145-8780526860543465687?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/8780526860543465687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/8780526860543465687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/8780526860543465687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-do.html' title='To Do:'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoLvFMDAUOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/USj---4ENk8/s72-c/CAEPCRSN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-5376744331944838912</id><published>2009-08-11T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:03:08.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality came around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to believe that bumping into the number 44 represents something; like its trying to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read someone's blog like 30 seconds ago. It was so sad and depressing that I almsot hurled. Cannot take this anymore. I shouldn't anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't going very well )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground, Children spinning around till they fall down down down. I wait for you: it's been two hours now. You're still somewhere in town. Your dinners getting cold. I rest my case you are always this late. And you know how much I hate waiting around 'round 'round. Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside. Bitter heart, bitter heart. Shadows will help you try to hide. Bitter heart, my bitter heart is gettin' just a little fragile. Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine. And then you come and tell me the same reason as you did yesterday. So tell me whats her name. Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside. Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide. Bitter heart, my bitter heart is just getting a little fragile. Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does not represent how I feel. This probably does:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sirens ring, the shots ring out. A stranger cries, screams out loud. I had my world strapped against my back. I held my hands, never knew how to act. And the same black line that was drawn on you. Was drawn on me. And now it's drawn me in. 6th Avenue heartache. Below me was a homeless man. I'm singin' songs I knew complete. On the steps alone, his guitar in hand. It's fifty years, stood where he stands. Now walkin' home on those streets. The river winds move my feet. Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams. They stood by me, just like moonbeams. Look out the window, down upon that street. And gone like a midnight was that man. But I see his six strings laid against that wall. And all his things, they all look so small. I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star. Just like me-just moved on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this: Zee Avi's &lt;em&gt;Is This The End&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, so cliched. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoGkJiJBtqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qNPuRPHgbBI/s1600-h/HowCanIBeLonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368752714492786338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoGkJiJBtqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qNPuRPHgbBI/s400/HowCanIBeLonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must remember to call Emmmeettt &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://badbrainscover.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lim &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;tomorrow. I hope you're doing okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-5376744331944838912?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/5376744331944838912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/5376744331944838912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/5376744331944838912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/44.html' title='Reality came around'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoGkJiJBtqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qNPuRPHgbBI/s72-c/HowCanIBeLonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-756794393659140280</id><published>2009-08-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:40:35.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious case of bad photoshopping. But I hate you too much to care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoA74B9eXbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FWQizG8boDI/s1600-h/IMG_5093+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368356589610622386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoA74B9eXbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FWQizG8boDI/s400/IMG_5093+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori Mckenna - &lt;em&gt;Beautiful Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the best that I can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-756794393659140280?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/756794393659140280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/serious-case-of-bad-photoshopping-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/756794393659140280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/756794393659140280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/serious-case-of-bad-photoshopping-but-i.html' title='Serious case of bad photoshopping. But I hate you too much to care.'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SoA74B9eXbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FWQizG8boDI/s72-c/IMG_5093+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-3740304898628347633</id><published>2009-08-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:57:23.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a feeling.</title><content type='html'>"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to leave the world a better place... &lt;strong&gt;To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - This is to have succeeded&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;em&gt;-- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sn7xkbjtHAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_ZxJQeT6l7M/s1600-h/IMG_5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367993414047308802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sn7xkbjtHAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_ZxJQeT6l7M/s400/IMG_5126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-3740304898628347633?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/3740304898628347633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3740304898628347633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3740304898628347633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-feeling.html' title='I have a feeling.'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sn7xkbjtHAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_ZxJQeT6l7M/s72-c/IMG_5126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-3276636988701458500</id><published>2009-07-27T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:57:02.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your eyes on the prize</title><content type='html'>"You can't make people love you, but you can make people fear you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sm2_Hy8URcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N8LJsQM18pw/s1600-h/434458887_0d19b3cdfe_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363152871922877890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sm2_Hy8URcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N8LJsQM18pw/s400/434458887_0d19b3cdfe_o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tIMEBOMB tICKING, tIMEBOMB tICKING, it's a tIMEBOMB tICKING&lt;br /&gt;Going tick, tiCK, TICK, TICK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-3276636988701458500?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/3276636988701458500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-your-eyes-on-prizze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3276636988701458500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3276636988701458500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-your-eyes-on-prizze.html' title='Keep your eyes on the prize'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sm2_Hy8URcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N8LJsQM18pw/s72-c/434458887_0d19b3cdfe_o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-8920511229374793806</id><published>2009-07-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:50:00.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Pomme de Terre &amp; GfK ImageWorld!</title><content type='html'>I'm having such a blast with the resources that I have access to at this company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sk1-DtxGSrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iMZ7B4W4fhI/s1600-h/ImageWorld+to+show.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354074134303623858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sk1-DtxGSrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iMZ7B4W4fhI/s400/ImageWorld+to+show.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than a gazillion pictures to choose from! And they're FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do is just drag and drop them into my 'basket' (as shown in picture above), click 'download' and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is that they're all very high-res, professional quality pictures! Just like the ones you'd have to buy from Clipart.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, be jealous already!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-8920511229374793806?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/8920511229374793806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-pomme-de-terre-gfk-imageworld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/8920511229374793806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/8920511229374793806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-pomme-de-terre-gfk-imageworld.html' title='Miss Pomme de Terre &amp; GfK ImageWorld!'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sk1-DtxGSrI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iMZ7B4W4fhI/s72-c/ImageWorld+to+show.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-6793237259435334547</id><published>2009-06-28T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:25:47.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mashed potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SkghJYC6W_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7lm12XCl6PY/s1600-h/IS231-037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352564602087037938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SkghJYC6W_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7lm12XCl6PY/s400/IS231-037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are names across the sea, only now I do believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture credits to GfK Group (hehe)&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/3235328171188739145-6793237259435334547?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/6793237259435334547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/06/mashed-potatoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6793237259435334547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6793237259435334547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/06/mashed-potatoes.html' title='Mashed potatoes'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SkghJYC6W_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/7lm12XCl6PY/s72-c/IS231-037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-6947067710822330785</id><published>2009-05-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:29:36.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Pomme de Terre is shockered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNgkcGaVAI/AAAAAAAAADU/HrWJbt12sjM/s1600-h/090515-05-parasite-fire-ants_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337716162498810882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNgkcGaVAI/AAAAAAAAADU/HrWJbt12sjM/s400/090515-05-parasite-fire-ants_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is a South American phorid fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNg7fU8EOI/AAAAAAAAADc/QCE4ZtrlLOA/s1600-h/090515-01-fire-ant-parasite-attack_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337716558502039778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNg7fU8EOI/AAAAAAAAADc/QCE4ZtrlLOA/s400/090515-01-fire-ant-parasite-attack_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a female South American phorid fly, injecting its eggs into a fire ant with a needle-like appendage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resulting larva will then migrate to the ant's head and starts living there for weeks. And listen to this: "it slurps up the brain and turns the ant into a 'zombie'", almost literally. The maggot appears to almost control the ant's behaviour, making the ant march a decent 55 yards/50 meters away from the colony to avoid attacks by other fire ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNjW6PMIzI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zy_Re5T6COQ/s1600-h/090515-02-fire-ant-parasite-attack_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337719228605408050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNjW6PMIzI/AAAAAAAAADk/Zy_Re5T6COQ/s400/090515-02-fire-ant-parasite-attack_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby fly then DECAPITATES the ant and hatches through the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNjxzV080I/AAAAAAAAADs/_5iWattNEJQ/s1600-h/090515-04-parasite-hatching-fire-ant_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337719690610668354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNjxzV080I/AAAAAAAAADs/_5iWattNEJQ/s400/090515-04-parasite-hatching-fire-ant_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the flies do not 'feast' on other kinds of native American ants except for fire ants. And the fire ants have become terrified of the flies, resulting in some ants not wanting the leave their nest to collect food (Imagine ants not wanting to look for food! That's like bees not wanting honey and want drain water instead!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not something the flies have been doing for centuries you know? They evolved and developed this method of reproduction only recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Source: National Geographic news&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-6947067710822330785?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/6947067710822330785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-pomme-de-terre-is-shockered.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6947067710822330785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6947067710822330785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-pomme-de-terre-is-shockered.html' title='Ms. Pomme de Terre is shockered.'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShNgkcGaVAI/AAAAAAAAADU/HrWJbt12sjM/s72-c/090515-05-parasite-fire-ants_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-5664681141331860461</id><published>2009-05-17T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:35:44.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShA2pE-cerI/AAAAAAAAACs/guchN2UfHFw/s1600-h/IMG_4538b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336825637772229298" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShA2pYfVZRI/AAAAAAAAADE/Vqn6k2qNTIs/s400/IMG_4632b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShA2peNjNBI/AAAAAAAAADM/lXgqIBJZpvM/s1600-h/IMG_4639b+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336825644546470930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShA2peNjNBI/AAAAAAAAADM/lXgqIBJZpvM/s400/IMG_4639b+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShA2pZoniFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JEHTyNhizNU/s1600-h/IMG_4557b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336825643317823570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShA2pZoniFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JEHTyNhizNU/s400/IMG_4557b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As above, so below;&lt;br /&gt;As within, so without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--The Emerald Tablet, circa 3000 BC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-5664681141331860461?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/5664681141331860461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-got-to-be-something-better-than.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/5664681141331860461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/5664681141331860461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-got-to-be-something-better-than.html' title='Dedicated to You.'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/ShA2pE-cerI/AAAAAAAAACs/guchN2UfHFw/s72-c/IMG_4538b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-705205130853005792</id><published>2009-05-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:46:19.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this because</title><content type='html'>I'm bored at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do this without deleting any questions?&lt;br /&gt;I guess, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke weed everyday?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you get back with your last ex if they asked you?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something you really want right now, be honest?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things. A new car, a PDA phone, new shoes, new dresses, more cash, more sleep, more holidays, more friends, more happiness. Ms. Pomme de Terre is really ungrateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you put ketchup on top of your french fries or on the side?&lt;br /&gt;side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever write in pencil anymore?&lt;br /&gt;I just did a few hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever given you roses?&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody likes you, would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;yeap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few: Kenny, my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time in your life would you like to put on repeat forever?&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'd like to repeat a few days of my life but right now I'm thinking, I don't think I'd want history to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, what do you cry most about?&lt;br /&gt;Myself/people.. not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last person/animal that you kissed said they wanted to marry you, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?&lt;br /&gt;No difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you like to do when you’re down?&lt;br /&gt;Eat )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret anything from your past?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you physically hit?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny (very lightly though). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people of the opposite sex have you cried over?&lt;br /&gt;Haha countless people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always answer your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last person you kissed moved away, would you be sad?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone rings, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;Hello? (yes, a hello with a question mark. try calling me and see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Yes definitely. Colgate's one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was last night enjoyable for you?&lt;br /&gt;No. Kenny was a jackass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever receive a really long apology?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have sex today?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make brownies without looking at the instructions?&lt;br /&gt;No. (LOL - Checkout &lt;a href="http://justincheah.com"&gt;Justin Cheah's &lt;/a&gt;answer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny. Haha I have a life outside Kenny okay? So happen he just texted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you wish you were still close with?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you could go back one month and change something would you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings out the worst in you?&lt;br /&gt;This question really reminds me of Nilai. Yes, it was a popular tagline back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exciting event is coming up?&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think so many people cheat on their bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about killing someone in detail?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last ex shows up at your door right now. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Shiver. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you drink last?&lt;br /&gt;Nestum (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Obama?&lt;br /&gt;I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I should be mentioning names here hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;People who annoy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'll be okay by the end of today or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To who did you last give the finger to?&lt;br /&gt;I did some nasty hand gesture thing to Kenny. Not proud moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you cant stop thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;A few people actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Nestum lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could seek revenge on someone would you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think “what if” about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously. I'm a female potato, what do you expect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone said they loved you in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see you the last time you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember, too long ago =,="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink soda from a straw?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook or Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?&lt;br /&gt;Again, I can't remember. I think it was at the bus station. Okay so I guess people saw me kissing the last time I kissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last see in person?&lt;br /&gt;My boss. I'm still 'seeing' her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Bored, sad, annoyed, pissed off, lost, alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a boy or girl that text you last?&lt;br /&gt;A man, Kenny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you spoken to your mother today?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten high this past week?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re stuck in a room for an hour with a chalk board, what do you draw on it?&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, quite likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a movie, what genre would it be in?&lt;br /&gt;Indie movie like Garden State. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it gross to share drinks with family or friends?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone equally important to the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everything happens for a reason. Think deeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you wouldn’t mind kissing right now?&lt;br /&gt;YES. HAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you chewed gum after someone else already has?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, can't remember hahaha Maybe my ex-boyfriend's gum while I was in high school LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first person you ever kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think two people can last forever?&lt;br /&gt;In spite all of my ranting about my dibelief in marriage and stuff, I actually still believe SOME people can last forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married and have children one day?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen backwards on a chair ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know la, can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting something to change in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is this? Okay, maybe workload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your best friend was kicked out, would your parents let him/her live with you?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re thinking about someone, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;? No, not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you’re giving up on?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a month without talking to your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Actually yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you honestly say you love someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-705205130853005792?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/705205130853005792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stole-this-because.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/705205130853005792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/705205130853005792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stole-this-because.html' title='I stole this because'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-4527374892709169863</id><published>2009-04-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:02:45.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This could possibly:</title><content type='html'>1. give away my potato identity (to the non-existent readers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. give you goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. make you very, very scared of the person in the video (think: crazy dances).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7ldOT0LK74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7ldOT0LK74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it's super hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. and thoughtful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-4527374892709169863?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/4527374892709169863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-could-possibly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/4527374892709169863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/4527374892709169863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-could-possibly.html' title='This could possibly:'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-9063110570835201754</id><published>2009-04-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:54:56.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great and FUN ways to commit suicide:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: Names in conversation below have been changed to protect... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't do the same for you em-met-t-m (hehe). See now I'd have to see you in court (omg, this cannot get any more retarded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sliding of wrists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;dont cut wrists la&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;such a lame way to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a. Jump off a waterfall (Alex Garland’s BEACH style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;now thats the way to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre™ says:&lt;br /&gt;waterfall is too macho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;i need something which will make me look quite girlie and fragile at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Jump off a waterfall (backwards; like a real lady)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;u fall backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;and time slows down&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;and some really emo songs plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;like "bixby canyon bridge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat rat poison and die an awful, awful death (benefits: scare people who piss you off in the real world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;that'd be fun!! they'll be like freaked out n stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;better stop&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;see u really go and do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;wwhy? u scared i come n haunt u or smth? hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;at least then i got someone to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;man, fist person to really freak out would be **censored**censored** coz he'd think i did it coz of him.. which in actual fact is not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaahahahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;can imagine&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;u come from behind and scare him&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;"boo you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**censored**censored**&lt;/span&gt; muthafucker"&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;scare him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**censored**censored**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**censored**censored**censored**censored**censored**censored**censored**&lt;/span&gt; and then let him see my horrid post-rat poison face! hahahahaha omg that that'd be hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;true...&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;but that would mean ur dead&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;and the victory would be hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;ermm nvm la..&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;being alive isnt that much fun anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;true also la&lt;br /&gt;--[colgate]-- says:&lt;br /&gt;being dead would be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ms. Pomme de Terre ™ says:&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. discussing mentally disturbing things - so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCP4rp4GI/AAAAAAAAACE/tZDKK_Ohrbs/s1600-h/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCP4rp4GI/AAAAAAAAACE/tZDKK_Ohrbs/s1600-h/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325720137534922850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCP4rp4GI/AAAAAAAAACE/tZDKK_Ohrbs/s400/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCEgDjBqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kA5W17vJ5b4/s1600-h/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCEgDjBqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kA5W17vJ5b4/s1600-h/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCEgDjBqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kA5W17vJ5b4/s1600-h/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCEgDjBqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kA5W17vJ5b4/s1600-h/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-9063110570835201754?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/9063110570835201754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-and-fun-ways-to-commit-suicide.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/9063110570835201754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/9063110570835201754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-and-fun-ways-to-commit-suicide.html' title='Great and FUN ways to commit suicide:'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SejCP4rp4GI/AAAAAAAAACE/tZDKK_Ohrbs/s72-c/ist2_8369732-death-by-french-fry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-3077911595732834525</id><published>2009-04-15T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:25:37.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The P-O-T-A-T-O-E-S aren't happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;)=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-3077911595732834525?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/3077911595732834525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/p-o-t-t-o-e-s-arent-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3077911595732834525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3077911595732834525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/p-o-t-t-o-e-s-arent-happy.html' title='The P-O-T-A-T-O-E-S aren&apos;t happy.'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-1880772630197353245</id><published>2009-04-10T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:23:58.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sd_Dects8zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M90f2a-RGmA/s1600-h/beanny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323188212446589746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sd_Dects8zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M90f2a-RGmA/s400/beanny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kentang is not cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********* bean™ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh it is ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********* bean™ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool macam kentang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no its not ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know whats cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice ice baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb dumb dum dum dum dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice ice baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********** bean™ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later that same morning (coz' it was 6a.m.):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a blur sotong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********* bean™ says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah omg i love blur sotong! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em-met-t-m says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really got such food ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Ms. Pomme de Terre feels like shes on Hashbrownies. Weeeeeeee (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: hello mr. hashbrownies! how the first gig of 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-1880772630197353245?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/1880772630197353245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happened-today.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/1880772630197353245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/1880772630197353245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happened-today.html' title='What happened today:'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sd_Dects8zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M90f2a-RGmA/s72-c/beanny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-7721006082424955680</id><published>2009-04-09T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:13:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SS LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTO_sh7o9Y8/Sd3YTG5OdrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CVTHVulI-qM/s1600-h/SS+LIVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322648157401544370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTO_sh7o9Y8/Sd3YTG5OdrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CVTHVulI-qM/s400/SS+LIVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3235328171188739145-7721006082424955680?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/7721006082424955680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/ss-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/7721006082424955680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/7721006082424955680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/ss-live.html' title='SS LIVE'/><author><name>Cool Macam Kentang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06542735741387229521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTO_sh7o9Y8/Sdo_rzcSmSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OW5u90afuAo/S220/xfilmPotatoesTrapeze.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTO_sh7o9Y8/Sd3YTG5OdrI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CVTHVulI-qM/s72-c/SS+LIVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-3573442337409987917</id><published>2009-04-07T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:51:09.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN-potato</title><content type='html'>I roll the window down&lt;br /&gt;And then begin to breathe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu7_vpVqVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ME4HRqB9axI/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054088464378194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu7_vpVqVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ME4HRqB9axI/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu8AROlwPI/AAAAAAAAABY/kIVZ7omOqbU/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054097478992114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu8AROlwPI/AAAAAAAAABY/kIVZ7omOqbU/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu8AjtVgfI/AAAAAAAAABo/gVQcVj_cRQg/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322054102439789042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu8AjtVgfI/AAAAAAAAABo/gVQcVj_cRQg/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu8AaKaeMI/AAAAAAAAABg/gatliy-4GKc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my feet on the dash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world doesn't matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-3573442337409987917?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/3573442337409987917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3573442337409987917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/3573442337409987917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-potato.html' title='UN-potato'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/Sdu7_vpVqVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ME4HRqB9axI/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-6406669095555681080</id><published>2009-04-06T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:44:31.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potato Bro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/2120446/2156504/070604_HB_guySmiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/2120446/2156504/070604_HB_guySmiley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know... i was just hanging out..out...then i saw this picture..picture. Then i saw a potato in him. Dude, im totally tripping balls, i have no idea whats goin on. Oh, Dont nuke our imagination bro! Dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, there are potatoes in all of us. Dudeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr.Hashpipe, no..Mr.Hashbrownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-6406669095555681080?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/6406669095555681080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/potato-bro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6406669095555681080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/6406669095555681080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/potato-bro.html' title='Potato Bro!'/><author><name>Mr.Hashbrownies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09721927240913122003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235328171188739145.post-2659451582458363121</id><published>2009-04-06T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:51:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Potato</title><content type='html'>The potato is a starchy, tuberous crop from the perennial Solanum tuberosum of the Solanaceae family. The word potato may refer to the plant itself as well. In the region of the Andes, there are some other closely related cultivated potato species. Potatoes are the world's fourth largest food crop, following rice, wheat and corn (Rhodes, 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, yeaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, did you know that the potato is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The almighty ruler of everything, eating it will only cause it to build a city inside your body, except without the superpowers like fry gained when he had worms. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--UrbanDictionary.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something idiots confuse with a tomato. For example, 'yummmm, what was in that salsa? Potato? ' *rolls eyes*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Laura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An individual who is boring or bland; lacking special distinction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Kendra Hobbs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silencer for a handgun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Italianplaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A term used when an ugly old man appears in hentai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Shroin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Contrary to what most believe, the word Potato (capital P) is actually colloquial terminolgy for the male reproductive organ, also know to many as a penis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--rawrsterrrrr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet now you'd be thinking twice about them 'taters' wont'cha? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235328171188739145-2659451582458363121?l=coolkentang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/feeds/2659451582458363121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/potato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/2659451582458363121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235328171188739145/posts/default/2659451582458363121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolkentang.blogspot.com/2009/04/potato.html' title='THE Potato'/><author><name>Ms. Pomme de Terre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12866203811787196924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1JBpLYrFmw/SdpGVNBfjEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iKA8Rz3JyxU/S220/heart_potato440.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
