<?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-4004874746452038104</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:39:09.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PriNcesS AiDa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-2121253910737536572</id><published>2008-07-14T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:07:17.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour dames et monsieur. Si vous etes une dame ou un fou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Really, i do not know what to say. Well I know that I didn’t update my blog for quite a long time. I bet its like since February. It’s major hard to keep track of writing all these. I went back home in Malaysia a month ago, but now I am back in Oman. Hot Hot Hot. Sorry Oman, I only like Cold Cold Cold. It has been 12 years of my life living near the equator. It’s okay though. In a couple of years I am going to hit all of the cash for Switzerland. If that’s how you spell Switzerland. Oh Mii Gawsh.. I just realize that im going to be in 6th grade in couple of weeks. I am not going anywhere except 5th grade. 6th grade is like another new grade. Completely new.  Its middle school. I’m tired of being in the middle ALL the TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i am going to stop now. Tootles. Peace out &lt;3 Where to save this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-2121253910737536572?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2121253910737536572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=2121253910737536572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/2121253910737536572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/2121253910737536572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/bonjour-dames-et-monsieur.html' title=''/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</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-4004874746452038104.post-4390692271497069997</id><published>2008-02-26T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:28.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye Auntie Intan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QxHtMQbQI/AAAAAAAAACU/8toxdXZxWYA/s1600-h/card3a.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171312280588020994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QxHtMQbQI/AAAAAAAAACU/8toxdXZxWYA/s320/card3a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QwydMQbPI/AAAAAAAAACM/VD4FaV8Dy-Y/s1600-h/msyll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171311915515800818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QwydMQbPI/AAAAAAAAACM/VD4FaV8Dy-Y/s320/msyll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good-Bye Auntie Intan family! I am sorry i cannot attend the day where you were about to depart back from Malaysia. I had a school stuff. I hope that Malaysia would be a great new another adventure and have a nice safe trip! It's what happen when you were in internationaly over seas. I had a lot of friends who got to move to other places. It's hard to loose them and i am going to miss auntie intan's food which is delicious. Hakeem and Nabila, great day! Enjoy the school in Malaysia. Kak-Nadira, im sure kak-aina and kak-nadia is lonely without you. See Ya! A farewell is necessary anyway. Somone always leave. Someone always leaves. And then we would have to say Goodbyes. I hate GoodByes. I know what i need. I need more hellos. But hey, its fine. Bummer dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&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/4004874746452038104-4390692271497069997?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4390692271497069997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=4390692271497069997' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4390692271497069997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4390692271497069997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-bye-auntie-intan.html' title='Good-Bye Auntie Intan'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QxHtMQbQI/AAAAAAAAACU/8toxdXZxWYA/s72-c/card3a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-4791108951646734859</id><published>2008-02-26T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:28.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Over Trip with 5th Graders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QuANMQbOI/AAAAAAAAACE/kpgFDjuQYz8/s1600-h/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171308853204118754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QuANMQbOI/AAAAAAAAACE/kpgFDjuQYz8/s320/camping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, i clicked wrong button. Let me restart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In late February right now, *February 25th &amp;amp; 26th* the whole entire fifth graders are going camping. It was a lot exciting and very chilling. I thought this trip was very THRILL! I had a lot of fun except that we dont get to choose who we get to be with inside the room(or we called it the tower) I share room with Aida, Lauren, Maria and Danni. We had hard time going to sleep im telling you. The lights out was suppose to be at 9:30 but no way, what if we can't sleep. it was hard! The teachers knock on our door for 6 times saying "Girls, its like out"... blaa blaa blaa.. So anyway, we(fifth graders) went to NTO yesterday*February 25th* in noon at about 3:45. So, we rest and stuff. We were meeting outside around 4:00. We talked and talked and talked as in conferencing about how it would be. At the moment, we went to the restaurent to have some chilling drinks like pops, coffee and tea(s) I choose pop, Fanta. Half an hour later, we went Hiking to the desert. We stop and sit at the mountain and take some pictures. Bad thing that was i slashed my wrist on the rock. IT HURTS WELL BAD! It gets cooler every single minute. So after that, at 4:40, we went back to the camp. The teachers gave us freetime. I spent my free time playing UNO and GOFISH with Lauren. The Maria and Masha came i stopped because i get tired of it. Later, when the sunset went down, we went up to the whatever it called. We saw sunset. It was alright but pretty-very orange-ish or purple-ish. We went back to our room for freshing up. After that, the grown ups called for dinner again. By the way, the teachers are Mr.Duncan, Mr.Lee(our room teacher), Mr.Johnson and Ms.Ellen come along too. We saw how the tradion food cooked. They dig it under ground and roast it there. It is meat called Shua (Shuu-waaa) I dont eat it. I just ate french-fries. The food is not tasty, it is but not in mood, too excited. Then at night, start from 7:00 the whole 5th Graders played games all night long untill lights out. We had camp fire. =) The next day, in the morning, there's breakfast. After that, we gotten to have two options. It was this thing where you could pratice for drama or we could go for GPS Hide and Seek. My choice was GPD Hide and Seek in the desert. Here how it goes, we go out of bound and hide all around the mountains in the desert. I know its hard to find because the desert it big. We used GPS thats why its called the G-P-S. We got back and watch some shows then we get back to our room. We had room inspection. Our tower lost because it wasnt that clean. It was clean of course but there's other room which is more cleaner. We got back to the bus and we have picnic for lunch. After that, TALK SHOW HOAST! GOODBYE CAMPING HELLO TAISM! oowhh man, here we go study again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-4791108951646734859?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4791108951646734859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=4791108951646734859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4791108951646734859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4791108951646734859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-over-trip-with-5th-graders.html' title='Night Over Trip with 5th Graders'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R8QuANMQbOI/AAAAAAAAACE/kpgFDjuQYz8/s72-c/camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-4644249180549274934</id><published>2008-02-26T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:57:32.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In late February right now(February 25th &amp;amp; 26th) as the whole fifth graders went camping in Nahar Oasis. It was very thrill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-4644249180549274934?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4644249180549274934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=4644249180549274934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4644249180549274934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4644249180549274934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-late-february-right-nowfebruary-25th.html' title=''/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</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-4004874746452038104.post-4722070847224789223</id><published>2008-02-18T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:28.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R7mj6dMQbNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nMWcHhmBVwM/s1600-h/math.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168342272048131282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R7mj6dMQbNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nMWcHhmBVwM/s320/math.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fellas! It was like in a month for the last semester! It would be the last semester I had for my Elementry School Career. How sad isnt it. The thing is, today is the 101th day of school. there would be 81 more days of school. Wow! Did i just figure it out using mental math? muahaha! Today, i had Art of Language. it is my favourite! duhh! we r starting a book club called, Maniac Magee. Its a gd book. Even thought i havent read it yet, i just feel like it. I have MATH TEST! Today just a slate math test and tomorrow is Paper Math Test. I'm sort of ok in math but im not horrible in math. i hate it when people say im so stupid. Just so annoying and also i have p.e and social studies. p.e i have test for scoopball and social studies i was on landing for ROUND.2 i try not to write so long. I cant stop when im writing. Dont know why. bye-bye. The Suite Life of Zack and Cody is here. i never missed it. i love this show. can i publish now? i dont know where it is because it is in Arabic. mmmm..???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-4722070847224789223?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4722070847224789223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=4722070847224789223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4722070847224789223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/4722070847224789223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/fellas-it-was-like-in-month-for-last.html' title=''/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R7mj6dMQbNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nMWcHhmBVwM/s72-c/math.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-2326007411175038277</id><published>2008-02-14T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:28.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The School Fun Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R7VDJtMQbMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fkCP5KujcLM/s1600-h/rite+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167109981506399426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R7VDJtMQbMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fkCP5KujcLM/s320/rite+007.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! I consider I have learned Arabic. Ever since that, when I singed in from here the whole lot thing was in Arabic. I was just guessing. For past few days, everything was pleasurable at school. It is the most splendid month from all of these years. At school, we have a well-known novelist from Texas came visiting us, Naomi Shihab Nye. She’s a really good author. She wrote some a number of books such as, Honey Bee, Siti’s Secret and more. She loves poetry. At the time, she wrote additional poetry books than typical chapter books. She is also a songwriter. Although she regards herself as a "wandering poet". But the most exciting part was after music class. I went to the bathroom. I was on my way to French Class. But inside the bathroom, I met Ms.Nye. It does sounds impossible but trusts me it does really happen. At first I don’t know how she looks like but then I went, “Are you the author?” So she went yeah and bla bla bla…..&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had Wax Museum. From last blog I post, it says I was Elvis Presley. So I was. It was fun being him. He is funny and he had a really weird life, so weird. My lead was, “You ain’t nothing but a hound dog*singing*” It gave attention to people which I don’t like when people were day dreaming on my presentation. It went on and on. I love doing Wax Museum. It is fun. Quite a few people thought it was boring. I disagree. They may say that it was boring because their person was boring. Some people choose like Anne Oakley, Mother Theresa, George Washington Carver, Christopher Columbus and such thing. It is boring. These people ancient life are boring. Why don’t they choose like Cleopatra (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Queen of Egypt&lt;/span&gt;), Steven Hawkins (&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sciencetist&lt;/span&gt;) or so on? Elvis Presley is fun. I’m telling you it is fun. I wish I could do more. I was on the first day. It is quite nervous. We were taken from the Tusad Wax Museum from Amsterdam (if you get what I mean) and it was so hot. The classroom was freezing for other people but for me? It is hot like in Sahara Desert. Although I never been there, I just feel like it. Alright, that's all for today. Bye-Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-2326007411175038277?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2326007411175038277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=2326007411175038277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/2326007411175038277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/2326007411175038277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-fun-thing.html' title='The School Fun Thing.'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R7VDJtMQbMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fkCP5KujcLM/s72-c/rite+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-6133912040096183475</id><published>2008-01-17T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:29.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back to school.</title><content type='html'>Today, January 17th 2008. Its a weekend holiday here in Oman. It's raining badly till i could not go to school. In couple days, i would say "Hello to school" and "Goodbye to hommy"(home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking foward to what's new in math, social, music, french and language arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Visit my school at :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48h01zrTpI/AAAAAAAAABE/0DXz-7I40Yc/s1600-h/Campus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156377290043248274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48h01zrTpI/AAAAAAAAABE/0DXz-7I40Yc/s320/Campus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taism.com/"&gt;http://www.taism.com/&lt;/a&gt; or if you wanna mail which you wont be doing here's the mail &lt;a href="mailto:taism@omantel.net.om"&gt;taism@omantel.net.om&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's such a good school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year, we are having a musicale in music. The tale of the year is Emperor's New Clothes. The emperor's new clothes basically is a Danish fairy tale written by Hans Christian Andersen and first published in 1837, as part of Eventyr, fortale on Born. The moral of the story is that just because the whole world believes that something is true, it doesn't mean that it is, and perhaps also that one should not refrain from asking a question that may, at the time, be considered to be stupid by the majority. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48jy1zrTrI/AAAAAAAAABU/FKF1bGAm98k/s1600-h/493991786_40737da596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156379454706765490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48jy1zrTrI/AAAAAAAAABU/FKF1bGAm98k/s320/493991786_40737da596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tickets avaible. The show is on March 12, 13. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48tglzrTtI/AAAAAAAAABk/ewGnsq7aW64/s1600-h/389px-Elvis_Presley_1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156381194168520386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48lYFzrTsI/AAAAAAAAABc/cX6q_P_ZrBk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;In Math, we are working on geometry. We're learning how many degrees in each shape. For example, a triangle owns 60 degrees. If a circle, it has 360 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acute angles means an angle that must be anything under 90 degrees. Obtuse angle is angle that is between 91 degrees to 180 degrees. If its a reflex angle, its an agle that in between 181 degrees to whatever i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geometry 2-D and 3-D:&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of polygyns, lines, angle construction and measuremnet, congruence and symmetry, circle characteristics, area/perimeter/volumes, construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Social studies, we are learning about how does it feels being the governer of a country. We making imaginary country but we're only allowed to use from 3 colony. The spain, french and british. My group chooses the british colony and our country names Elizabeth Town as in representing Queen Elizabeth. Well at the moment, we are just working on making flag. In social studies, my job is a recorder and part of the banker. As a recorder, i have to write diaries, record whats new in our country.Recorder is the most important job or else our point is gone. WHY AM I CHOOSEN FOR THIS JOB? WHY?? I am also working part with the banker. Who get to trade with other colony. It's fun. Mutaz is the banker. Josh is the mapper and governer and Danni would be the Vice Governer and trader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For french, we are learning about clothes. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;pants- le pantaloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;skirt- le jupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;shirt- la t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;track suit- le jogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year in french its a lot of fun rather than last year. There are more new people. We use to have 3 people and im the only girl. But then, Masha and Imad jumped in and in January, Spencer and Apoorv appear. French, the big deal for everyone is getting 30 coupons. Then we get to have a big celebration. Last time, we collect up to 60 coupons for a movie. A movie in french, Le Punaise Vie. If you've watch The Bugs Life, that's the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite subject is Language Art. Language art mainly is about Reading and Writing. For January, reading and writing are combined. We will be having a Wax Museum Presentation later in early Febuary. The point is, we have to choose a biography book. It must be a historic magnificent person. Everybody's choosing their own person like my character would be Elvis Presley. I've been reading about his life and its pretty unbelivable. He is the Rock 'n' Roll KING because he's the first person who invented rock n roll music. He's american actor and singer from Memphis, Tennesse that active 1954–1977. He come from a poor family and when he enter the city talent's show, his population grew up really fast. When, he dies, the florist ran out of flowers. That was my favourite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I choose him because i think it would be fun acting like him. With the hair, guitar and the way he talk? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"As long as rock n roll lasts, i'll continue doing it. As long as that's what the people want. And if they change, if it dies out, i'll try to do something else. And if that doesnt work, i'll just say, 'well, i had my day'." - Elvis Presley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At school, the best part is Read Aloud. Mr.Lee read out LOUD. We are reading a book called &lt;strong&gt;Running out of time&lt;/strong&gt;. If you've read that book, its a great one. Jessie lives with her family in the frontier village of Clifton, Indiana, in 1840 or so she believes. When diphtheria strikes the village and the children of Clifton start dying, Jessie's mother reveals a shocking secret. It's actually 1996, and they are living in a reconstructed village that serves as a tourist site. In the world outside, medicine exists that can cure the dread disease, and Jessie's mother is sending her on a dangerous mission to bring back help.&lt;br /&gt;But beyond the walls of Clifton, Jessie discovers a world even more alien and threatening than she could have imagined, and soon she finds her own life in jeopardy. Can she get help before the children of Clifton, and Jessie herself, run out of time? I'm not telling.... Besides, we dont even get to that part yet. We will soon. =)=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a lot going on in 5th grade. T-T-Y-L xx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Tracie from Hannah Montana is funny. She talks so weird. PUBLISH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48tglzrTtI/AAAAAAAAABk/ewGnsq7aW64/s1600-h/389px-Elvis_Presley_1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48jU1zrTqI/AAAAAAAAABM/nE8r0qzIPMU/s1600-h/493991786_40737da596.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48tglzrTtI/AAAAAAAAABk/ewGnsq7aW64/s1600-h/389px-Elvis_Presley_1970.jpg"&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48jU1zrTqI/AAAAAAAAABM/nE8r0qzIPMU/s1600-h/493991786_40737da596.jpg"&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48jU1zrTqI/AAAAAAAAABM/nE8r0qzIPMU/s1600-h/493991786_40737da596.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-6133912040096183475?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6133912040096183475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=6133912040096183475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/6133912040096183475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/6133912040096183475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-back-to-school.html' title='Welcome back to school.'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/R48h01zrTpI/AAAAAAAAABE/0DXz-7I40Yc/s72-c/Campus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-6162554667174225587</id><published>2007-10-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:29.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TALENT SHOW! OCT.17TH.O7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxoLQ1MIiBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y_30-ZwPqHE/s1600-h/after+school+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123419909871142930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxoLQ1MIiBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y_30-ZwPqHE/s320/after+school+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, there's a talent show. On Wednesday, October 17th at 4:30 P.M untill 6:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats the picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song that i had practiced on doesnt work. I dont really mind. Because the song is too complicated. So, Mrs.Willson, which is known as the music teacher, gave me a song from Hannah Montana Theme Song. Its pretty good anyway. The song actually used by the Second Graders who was before me.  I used them rather than doing the show without a song. Its pretty obvious. The usual song suppose to be is Let's Dance by Vanessa Hudgen. I choose it NOT only because I like Vanessa. The reason is our show must be  2/3 minutes long. So, Lets Dance is only like 2:45. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are 32 people who made in this talent show. The audition starts from October 1st untill October 13th. It change to Oct 1st untill October 10th because there's an EID holiday. Well, ye and yeah. So, thats all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Talent Show, i dont go anywhere cuz mummy and zaid is sick. No... I follow daddy to auntie roja's house for satay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Save Now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-6162554667174225587?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6162554667174225587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=6162554667174225587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/6162554667174225587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/6162554667174225587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2007/10/talent-show-oct17tho7.html' title='TALENT SHOW! OCT.17TH.O7'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxoLQ1MIiBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/y_30-ZwPqHE/s72-c/after+school+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-3278741874517892220</id><published>2007-10-20T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:29.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wadibasand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxoJpVMIiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jcsDrjKMy5k/s1600-h/wahiba+sand+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123418131754682370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxoJpVMIiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jcsDrjKMy5k/s320/wahiba+sand+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wadibasand pic.. only me. The one who is in the back i have no clue. You can ask Kakaina. It is her friend. HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Jocking. No! Its true. Trust me cuz you dont even know, you're not even there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more picture. It takes about 2/3 minutes.. So slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-3278741874517892220?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3278741874517892220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=3278741874517892220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/3278741874517892220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/3278741874517892220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2007/10/wadibasand.html' title='Wadibasand'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxoJpVMIiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jcsDrjKMy5k/s72-c/wahiba+sand+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-7470015224570661546</id><published>2007-10-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:30.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wadi Basand-Desert</title><content type='html'>I went to Wadi Basand(or woteva it spells). It was so much fun. We went there for the 3rd day of EID and on the 4th day we went back. I went there with my family(of coz without Abg .Q), Auntie Intan's family, Auntie Leen(?)family, Auntie Roja family, Uncle Zahrul's family and Uncle Nazri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxTBBCwjxdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JFGE7wDzeiI/s1600-h/Wadibasand+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121930899891668434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxTBBCwjxdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JFGE7wDzeiI/s320/Wadibasand+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We play SAND BOARDING, SAND BASHING(?) and at night, BRRRR!! COLD. We watch shooting star and listen to Arabics Song(2 thumbs down-JK) In the middle on the night, when everybody's asleep, Kakaina, Nadira and Nadia decided to camp outside. DOES NOT HAPPEN. We went back to the room and it was so freakin' hot. Its the 2nd time we went outside,again, we have to sleep because someone said so and went back inside. It doesnt work cuz its like way toooooooo hot but i feel asleep. Nadira, Kakaina and Nadia is bragging. No idea why and they leave me alone inside the room and went outsie. It was like SO DARK! They leave the door open and when i awoke, i cant see anything. So, i went outside, and saw like this white thing next to Uncle Zul's car and I SHOUT. LOL :)... but then ran to the Camp. This camp owner was like went outside and we were there. Goodly thing we pretend were asleep. HAHA! Am i telling story here or wot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That picture up there is behing our camp. Do you want to see the camp? Wait!! Juz scrole or look down. TADA! MaGic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121931479712253410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxTBiywjxeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E74rPovzcGA/s320/Wadibasand+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE PIC. MALAS BAH! If you dont know wot dat means. Oh Hoh! You must not be clever or smart. Just Kidding. LAZY! HAH. You know me. I know wot dat means so im clever. I AM JOCKING!!!!!!!!!! Dont get upset. JK=Just Kidding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-7470015224570661546?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7470015224570661546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=7470015224570661546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/7470015224570661546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/7470015224570661546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2007/10/wadi-basand-desert.html' title='Wadi Basand-Desert'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxTBBCwjxdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JFGE7wDzeiI/s72-c/Wadibasand+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-83777870691261950</id><published>2007-10-13T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:32.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxDWTSwjxbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BH_si1dMWfE/s1600-h/jalan2+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120828403261621682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxDWTSwjxbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BH_si1dMWfE/s320/jalan2+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WENT TO MCC... MCC represents Muscat City Centre. Its alot bigger. New Wing. It does looks like Dubai. Zara, and more. New bookshop dat looks like kunokunia but a lot nicer. and a lot bigger. It was so boring. JK Im kidding.2 days till Harry Raya. Selamat Hari Raya, Abg Qayyuum and everybody. UAE and such places get 2 celebrate EID 1 day before OMAN. So's the US(i think) Betul kah abq qayyuum? UNFAIR. haha kidding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------&gt;This picture is infront of Calvin Klein(is dat how u spell it-CK) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun. Oh, this happen in the past but just want to write it. On October 2nd, it was Kakaina's b-day. At Chilis but then it took so long so, moved to the Food Coart. STARBUCKS! Love it. I spent most of my time at the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxDY3CwjxcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qfHMMSWQABo/s1600-h/jalan2+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120831216465200578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="161" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxDY3CwjxcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qfHMMSWQABo/s320/jalan2+021.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bookshop, Borders. I dont get to buy any books. No Money! Wait till Harry Raya for money or Birthday. October 27th. WATCH OUT! A couple more weeks. Any present? Please Please..................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats All. Thank You, Merci, Gracias, Dank Je, kiitos, teşekkür ederim, hvala, ďakujem, благодарю, mulţumesc,obrigado, dziękuję,tusen takk, ačiū, paldies; pateicos, tak, aitäh, tänan teid, děkuji, σε, σας) ευχαριστώ, þakka þér, terima kasih,grazie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-All of those are Thank You in different kind of languges. I know im clever.. Haha JK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. oh! Good news. I made in tha talent show. YAY ME!!&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/4004874746452038104-83777870691261950?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/83777870691261950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=83777870691261950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/83777870691261950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/83777870691261950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-went-to-mcc.html' title=''/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RxDWTSwjxbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BH_si1dMWfE/s72-c/jalan2+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4004874746452038104.post-8039251400282719889</id><published>2007-09-06T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:42:32.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic NIght</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RuA81Vl1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eJorleGDPKI/s1600-h/Pizza+Hut+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107148864464709282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RuA81Vl1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eJorleGDPKI/s320/Pizza+Hut+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nite, i went 2 school. Which make meii regret cuz we went der 4 nothin'. Just 2 get KakAina's book. We ended up in Pizza Hut at Al-Khuwair. MUAH!! Delicious! I think Malaysia'a better though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;---Me, Zaid and Kakaina are posing infront of Pizza Hut. Zaid feeling that he's in a swimming pool and trying to do a stand diving. Kakaina, who is a professional about taking picture and stuff. Me? If your're wonderin', the person in pink(which what i wear most of the time). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brotha, Abg Qayyuum, who always get luck! Like last few weeks, it was his b-day. AND he gets an iPod(the lattest) 4 the present. Aww... i wish i would have that. If i dont get my Xbox360 yet. Jeezzz........ Abg Q, has that 2. I am excited with it. I dont even know why am i happy when i dont get that stuff. WEIRDO!! Ha-ha! No, i'm just jockin'. I got home, open my laptop. Then, there's nightmare. That my belt stuck and i can't open my trousers. At last Kakaina help. Anyway, it doesn't really  ma~er. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4004874746452038104-8039251400282719889?l=picnicnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8039251400282719889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4004874746452038104&amp;postID=8039251400282719889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/8039251400282719889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4004874746452038104/posts/default/8039251400282719889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picnicnight.blogspot.com/2007/09/picnic-night.html' title='Picnic NIght'/><author><name>PrIncesS AiDa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07767978170449935609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0rf_Aur9vQ/RuA81Vl1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eJorleGDPKI/s72-c/Pizza+Hut+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
